The sketch grunts

I wanted to pay hommage to the Sketch Grunts…

I called them in French “les petits grognards du crobard” (it’s a complex play on words, a poem by Paul Fort on Verlaine’s funerals by Georges Brassens mixed with the memory of the nickname of Napoleon’s soldiers: the “Grognards“, feeeww).

These were all the guys sketching at the Académie de la Grande Chaumière where I spent countless afternoons, happily sketching. Well, sometimes the pose was boring or I was too stoned… so I used to draw the drawers :). I felt and still feel an infinite tenderness for these guys, they were admirable, devoted, committed. Many pensioners spending their time there in a daily ritual. In fact many must be dead by now, one more reason they remain somewhere, a bit alive I hope.

Of course I lost lots in dead hard drives. Here are the double survivors…

Master girl

I can remember a friend back in the days who said “let’s face it, we create like four or five really interesting pieces a year…”. She sipped her glass and we all noded.

At your level, yes, that’s the awful truth, you produce a few good pieces of work a year, something that will suprise you, where everything seems to fall at the right place. Master girl is one of those, very humbly, God knows my impostor syndrom prevents me from bragging :/

I first showed it in Singapore… yes, that was naive, especially at the time when the island was everything but loose on censorhip. I think it was still mandatory to fill a special form if you were an artist showing nudes of any kind. Not kidding.

It’s a quick drawing but it took years in fact to be at ease with the human body and then let the hand run.

Apart from the theme, very banal in a way, I just still love it. Not for the faint hearted, you need guts to put it on a wall…

60×80 cm. Watercolor, just a few underlying quick lines, brown paper.

Find it in the store. Comments welcome.

Love, peace and art  🙂