Alphabe Thursday M is for Matrix
This is my last Alphabe from Brazil, for a while, I all but exhausted the 3 cordels I bought at the beginning of the holiday. Each one has been a typical love story of previous time enjoyed worldwide. Tales of kings, queens and their ‘gifted’ [or not so] offspring in far flung kingdoms with significant names and invocations. Places where enchanted creatures roamed with wise old women and wicked wizards or visa versa. These stories first published in cordels have since been translated and illustrated with the new world in mind.
But I notice still using wood cutting illustrations, but with a beautiful twist. These images are not the finished picture but the matrix. Using the wood block after it has been ‘inked’; the remaining cut wood shines through in contrast.
These matrix and those used in the original cordels are valued as a memento of the prints used centuries ago mere pamphlets of ephemera and discarded after use.
Remembering a wise woman and her son ….
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On Saturday while in Niteroi we went to the Museu do Ingá which devoted to the political history and how the media at the time and after , represented it Rio with a collection of of works by artists such as Tarsila do Amaral who I recognised straight away. Another two names hit me Zuleika (ZuZu) and her son Stuart who were in a list of people who had been killed or disappeared in the dictatorship. I remember a posts I had written earlier.
Remembering a wise woman and her son ….
On Saturday while in Niteroi we went to the Museu do Ingá which devoted to the political history and how the media at the time and after , represented it Rio with a collection of of works by artists such as Tarsila do Amaral who I recognised straight away. Another two names hit me Zuleika (ZuZu) and her son Stuart who were in a list of people who had been killed or disappeared in the dictatorship. I remember a posts I had written earlier.
Weekly Photo Challenge
Before I came on holiday my art teacher suggested that I collect photographic images to use for inspiration in my work when I return. I have been staying in a favela where views are rich and textural ; I have not exhausted the possibilities yet.
This mural I think fits the bill for this week photo challenge.
Last Week I learned … Wood Cutting
My daughter also a printmaker (like me, of sorts) has been looking for places where she can practice and learn her new found skill. In her exploration she found two centres that offer the facilities she needs and also an invitation to come and try. So AJ made an appointment with each during our stay in Rio.
The first one is in Rio de Janeiro city centre, a short bus ride away, the Liceu de Artes e Oficios is a private art school ; the print room is hired by a printer who offers his tools and expertise to the students in the school and to enthusiasts in the local community for nominal monthly payments. Here, we spent the morning learning about the art of Brazilian Wood cutting (not to be confused with Wood engraving) Wood is at a premium in Brazil, unlike lino which is very expensive and not easily available. Any type of wood is used ; particularly reclaimed wood. Such as the old school desks now replaced by newer lighter designs.They were made of Canela which is better known in UK as Cinnamon it is lovely chocolate brown with a delicious perfume. The varied grains and imperfections are used in the prints.
Another issue we discussed was paper. Due to the humidity in Brazil the specialist paper used by printers is inclined to to become mouldy and deteriorate quickly. This can of course have serious implications for artists who wish to sell their works and maintain a regular market or client group.
So care has to be taken when choosing paper and its subsequent care . Also inks used in Brazil are different and need careful attention.
Gabrielle, went to tell us much about the history of printing in Rio and the methods he used to keep an old tradition alive and how he shared his knowledge while using readily available products, ‘struggling’ against the elements and how he embraced the modern methods.
The next day we took a longer journey (90 mins each way) to Tijuca to community centre called SESC a centre that offers the workers community courses of all types; further ‘education’ and leisure.
Here a printer offered regular opportunities to learn and share the printing experience. He also told us of Wood Cutting culture and methods but also gave us a chance to play. While we are both lino cutters and eager to learn wood cutting we were not ready for its rather ‘dynamic’ differences. We spent a happy hour cutting various pieces of shelves, doors, desks, hard and soft, grainy, splintery. We learned about the tools, some fine imported beasts from Japan. Others true the the Brazilian culture of improvisation made from the spokes of an old umbrella. Beautifully crafted tools that could cut the finest line of a birds feather to gouging out larger chunks.
Each printer gave us a wondrous printing experience. Even considering the long journey to the second press my daughter is going to have difficulty choosing which one to attend. The jury is still out it seems she will probably give each a try.
I have been invited back and have been given a stash of wood to take back to UK. I will look forward to finding a printing community at home where I can practice and improve my printing techniques; while not neglecting my wood engraving and lino cutting.
Silent Sunday …
Saturday in Brazil!
Voyages Around Van 2 : Don’t Look Back
As I celebrate the birth of my baby daughter on the 8th of the 8th 1988 and look back tentatively … I will reblog this delight … about my favourite band …
‘Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers in love. But always meeting ourselves.’ (James Joyce)
‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past.’ (William Faulkner)
‘Can’t repeat the past? … Why of course you can!’ (Scott Fitzgerald)
‘So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.’ (Scott Fitzgerald)
Van Morrison like all true artists carries an Eden within him that he returns to over and over again when he needs spiritual refreshment and musical inspiration. This home place contains: the real and imagined streets and avenues of 1940s and 1950s Belfast; the boats in the harbour; the creeping morning fog and the booming foghorns; the scent of Shalimar and beeswax; the sounds of the musical saw and the real as prayer voice of Mahalia Jackson coming through…
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