Monthly Archives: April 2013

037 – you dreamt I dreamed a strange dream

037 - you dreamt I dreamed a strange dream. Collage by David Smith

037 – you dreamt I dreamed a strange dream
Paper, watercolour and ink 291mm x 200mm

036 – where are we now did you say?

036 - where are we now did you say? Collage by David Smith

036 – where are we now did you say?
Paper and Letratone 210mm x 260mm

035 – ooh I wasn’t expecting that!

035 - ooh I wasn't expecting that! Collage by David Smith

035 – ooh I wasn’t expecting that!
Paper 210mm x 260mm

034 – the compromise between thinking and breathing

034 - the compromise between thinking and breathing. Collage by David Smith

034 – the compromise between thinking and breathing
Paper 229mm x 152mm

033 – you devil!

033 - you devil! Collage by David Smith

033 – you devil!
Paper and watercolour 210mm x 297mm

032 – lost forewords

032 - lost forewords. Collage by David Smith

032 – lost forewords
Paper and watercolour 152mm x 229mm

Just showing off that I have visited Paris.

031 – aujourd’hui

031 - aujourd'hui. Collage by David Smith

031 – aujourd’hui
Paper, watercolour and ink 229mm x 152mm

This one has to be called “aujourd’hui” simply because the word is written there – even though today is a Wednesday not Friday (again as written). I thought about “back of a blurred bus”, “missed the bus” and “stem” but in 40 years time when it is rediscovered in a pile of papers in my office the curator at the Tate would simply retitle it or at the very least put (aujourd’hui) after the real title. It would be” Back of a Blurred Bus (AUJOURD’HUI)” or even more ludicrously “Untitled (AUJOURD’HUI)”. There would be a section in the catalogue – I still call them that even though they are great intellectual tomes showing off the cleverness of the curator and his/her friends – a section that talks about the influence of French culture and art on my life and work. So to save trouble and confusion it is called “aujourd’hui” and for the avoidance of doubt the word is torn from an info sheet from the Pompidou Centre when I went to see the Matisse “Paires et Séries” show last year. That show was extremely interesting, but after seeing the rest of the work exhibited there I vowed never to complain again about the purchasing choices of the Tate!

030 – did Kurt Schwitters think Franz Hug a tosser?

030 - did Kurt Schwitters think Franz Hug a tosser? Collage by David Smith

030 – did Kurt Schwitters think Franz Hug a tosser?
Paper, sandpaper and ink 229mm x 152mm

A bit of a different style today and another little homage to Kurt Schwitters.

It is also dedicated to the memory of Franz Hug, Flag Thrower at the 1936 Olympic Games, whose autographed photograph I still possess.  I met him when I was a boy on holiday in Switzerland when he gave a performance of his flag throwing skills and also played the alpenhorn, the biggest horn a man could wish for – as a 10 year old I was quite impressed! I think he did some yodelling too, but that wasn’t so impressive. Franz Hug also appeared films: the hugely popular 1955 “Cinerama Holiday”, “Postman’s Holiday” and Laurel and Hardy’s “Swiss Maid”. I believe his roles were limited to flag throwing!

I keep a little framed copy of Franz Hug’s portrait on my desk to cheer me up if I am low or soothe me if I get enraged by the injustice of the world. It reminds me of the futility of all things we humans do and, at the same time, the great things ordinary folk can accomplish with a little application and madness.

029 – one day when I am dreaming

029 - one day when I am dreaming. Collage by David Smith

029 – one day when I am dreaming
Paper, Ink and watercolour 152mm x 229mm

 

028 – when words won’t come

028 - when words won't come. Collage by David Smith

028 – when words won’t come
Paper and ink 229mm x 152mm