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Art Spectrum Pastels on Pastelmat paper
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Sailgokh Street, better known as Tashkent Boulevard, is one of the city's favourite places for an evening stroll. Rather than the grand seaside promenades often associated with the word "boulevard", this lively pedestrian avenue offers a glimpse into everyday life in Uzbekistan. Families, friends and couples gather here to enjoy the cool evening air, browse the market stalls, sample local snacks and simply spend time together. This photograph captures one of the boulevard's charming attractions: a local street artist carefully drawing portraits while passers-by stop to watch his work. Around him, children play on colourful amusement rides, cafés welcome evening visitors, and the relaxed atmosphere invites people to slow down and enjoy the moment. During our visit I even tried my hand at archery, a fun reminder of childhood fairs and summer evenings. Sailgokh Street may not be a boulevard in the traditional sense, but that is exactly what makes it so memorable. It is a place where art, entertainment and everyday life come together, offering visitors an authentic taste of modern Tashkent.
A street artist at work on Sailgokh Street (Tashkent Boulevard), surrounded by evening visitors enjoying one of the city's most vibrant public spaces.
Sailgokh Street, beter bekend als Tashkent Boulevard, is een van de gezelligste plekken van de stad om de avond door te brengen. In tegenstelling tot de brede boulevards die je misschien verwacht, is dit een levendige wandelstraat waar inwoners samenkomen om te eten, te winkelen, spelletjes te spelen en van de koele avond te genieten. Op deze foto is een van de leukste onderdelen van de boulevard te zien: een straatkunstenaar die met veel geduld portretten tekent terwijl voorbijgangers nieuwsgierig blijven staan kijken. Op de achtergrond vermaken kinderen zich bij de kleurrijke attracties, cafés ontvangen hun gasten en overal hangt een ontspannen, gemoedelijke sfeer. Tijdens ons bezoek kon ik het bovendien niet laten om zelf ook nog een paar pijlen met een boog af te schieten – een activiteit die me even terugbracht naar de kermissen uit mijn jeugd. Sailgokh Street is misschien geen boulevard zoals je die elders kent, maar juist daardoor heeft deze plek zoveel charme. Kunst, ontspanning en het dagelijkse leven komen hier op een natuurlijke manier samen en geven bezoekers een mooi inkijkje in het moderne Tasjkent.
With charcoal and sticks...
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He sits with his weight settled, eyes moving slowly between the face and the page. Lines appear where attention lingers. Nothing is corrected in a hurry.
Some images are taken.
Others are earned—one patient look at a time.
“Jar - Riva Lehrer”, 2022, graphite and ink on a 28.5” x 40” Schoellerhammer drawing board.
A drawing of my dear friend (artist, author and activist) Riva Lehrer . Read her marvelous book Golem Girl.
Perhaps of interest: One well known art historical precedent including a bell jar is Joseph Wright of Derby's painting "An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump"
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From my current Voice & Site drawing project.
Soft Pastels on pastelmat paper; Sunday afternoon sketching
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Pastels on Art Spectrum Colourfix Suede Paper
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Half the year is behind us... and she is desperately hoping for some good news to come her way !
With charcoal sticks and pencils.
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Black and white charcoal and pastel on almost-black Art Spectrum Colourfix Suede paper
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And not necessarily pleasant ones :-(
Charcoal sticks and pencils.
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Attempting portrait for the first time with only charcoal sticks... No pencil ! Quite happy with the result ! Feedback please :-)
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I know it's boring... but we are at war. So cut out that excuse, put on your work pants, shine your boots, tighten your belt and stay in your room !
Graphite on paper...
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find someone at last someone find you at last live together glued together love each other a little without being loved be loved a little without loving answer that leave it vague leave it dark
all I hear leave out more leave out all hear no more lie there in my arms the ancient without end me we're talking of me without end that buries all mankind to the last cunt they'd be good moments in the dark the mud hearing nothing saying nothing capable of nothing nothing
way off on the right in the mud the hand opens and closes that helps me it's going let it go I realize I'm still smiling there's no sense in that now been none for a long time now
but in that reality we are one and all from the unthinkable first to the no less unthinkable last glued together in a vast imbrication of flesh without breach or fissure
Samuel Beckett
Nicol Williamson Reads from Samuel Beckett, HOW IT IS (1964)
Charcoal studies on paper based on Nasos Karabelas photography:
Charcoal sticks and pencils this time. Finally enjoying or rather understanding the potential of charcoal sticks !!!
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Pencil on paper.
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Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I'm nobody, absolutely nobody. When the lightning flashed, I saw that what I had thought to be a city was in fact a deserted plain and, in the same sinister light that revealed me to myself, there seemed to be no sky above it. I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. If I was ever reincarnated, I must have done so without myself, without a self to reincarnate.
I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.
I'm always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling. I'm falling through a trapdoor, through infinite, infinitous space, in a directionless, empty fall. My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.
And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.
And it is as if hell itself were laughing within me but, instead of the human touch of diabolical laughter, there's the mad croak of the dead universe, the circling cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds drifting blackly in the wind, misshapen, anachronistic, without the God who created it, without God himself who spins in the dark of darks, impossible, unique, everything.
If only I could think! If only I could feel!
Fernando Pessoa
Chaconne in F minor, P.43 Pachelbel, Johann
Charcoal drawing, 2021