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Getting to that point in the holidays when I look back over the eight weeks and wonder what might be defining moments. The Morandi exhibition at the Bozar has to be one of them. This morning I went (again) with sketchbook & tried to do justice with a pencil to what is going on in one or two of the canvases. Naturally, you're snatching glances between people browsing past. However, one thing is clear: looking 'with' the pencil opens up many aspects of the painting the gliding eye fails to see. & something else: trying to map each object & the relations between each object & you start to find you're out by several centimetres. The pictures get bigger beneath your hand. How does he fit it all in? That's before you try to do justice to the interplay of line, of tone, the light 'within' the canvas as well as the light of that precise moment of the morning.
These are extraordinary paintings which jpegs & the reproductions in catalogues fail to convey in the same way. You just have to stand & look there and then. Which, of course, is precisely what the paintings are 'about'.
Below two sketches. The pencil one is a particular favourite.
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