Small Linogravure Prints

Sometimes I need to take a break from painting, and messing about with linoleum printing provides a nice change of pace. No colour, no tonal fuss and muss and the format is small and manageable. Since I just use one colour, the only challenge is to render everything in black or white.

Each with a matte cut to fit a standard 18 X 24cm frame

Birds: This second “Confinement”  gave me an excellent opportunity to complete 2 sets of linogravure pieces.  I have become interested in the specificity of birds—each species with its own perfect set of adapters—beak shape, body build, flying pattern and everything that makes it perfect for how it goes about surviving. My first set of prints is of the birds everyone appreciates—for their cuteness, majesty, or song.

Provençal Landscapes

Calanques

Saint Victoire

Camargue

Marseille Scenes

Le Panier, which borders the Vieux Port to the North, now turned fashionable since they pushed the ports further North, I was sitting in a café enjoying the sunshine and saw this black cat, also enjoying the sun, basking on a balcony beneath some drying clothes. I changed the t-shirt to be one of the emblematic Marseille OM football team.

Le Cours Julien is in a hip ‘n cool neighbourhood in the centre of downtown where one can find original clothing made in Marseille and it smells a lot like weed. I was waiting for a friend with a glass of wine for this moment.

The Joliette neighbourhood —I call it that after the eponymous metro stop— is north of the Vieux Port and is on the docks where the cruise ships berth. This area has been made very commercial with a shopping centre and restaurants. I saw this ship whilst hanging out with friends waiting for a play at the nearby CEPAC Silo theatre.

Everybody knows the Vieux Port, the oldest part of the town. I take an Argentine tango class and go to Milongas at the friendly Tango Por Vos dance centre. On my way to class I always pass one of the boat repair places on the Port, where there’s this huge white dog, along with the workers having their apéro.

The Pointe Rouge is a part of town to the South that used to be its own village until the big city engulfed it. I can’t remember why I was in that part of town, but I was waiting for a friend and hung out with the Pétanque guys while the sun went lower in the sky.