BOLECTION: a decorative moulding that separates two planes (or surfaces)
LIMEWOOD: easily carveable straight grained hardwood, European. Harder than it’s north American counterpart – Basswood.
ACANTHUS: a plant – as a design motif it often represents rebirth, or immortality. Used for centuries
SIGHT EDGE: the edge of the frame against the image area
SGRAFFITO: basically, it’s Italian for scratched. Scratching through a colour layer to reveal the colour underneath
PEARLS AND ASTRAGALS: a beading row or design with beads and bars – think morse code
FRIEZE: a panel of carved, sculpted or painted decoration,
FLUTES: shallow grooves across a surface
MEDALLIONS: discs or raised round decoration places evenly or as anchors to corners
OGEE: an s- shape, either soft or acute
SALVATOR ROSA: a 17th century painter, who has nothing to do with the frame styles named after him. The molding would have a high outer edge followed by a wider center swoop/hollow, and a rounded raised sight edge – it leads your eye into the center.
EBONIZED: the darkening or blackening of wood to look like ebony using an acid and iron solution that darkens the actual grain
At a picture framing seminar in Montreal years ago, a speaker talked about training in Italy where he apprenticed with a master gilder for a year. The day began at dawn, and they’d work non stop until about two, when they’d sit outside at a table for a long leisurely lunch, and enjoy a glass of wine while they talked of art and framing and gilding and life. Then back to work until dark. I never forgot his face as he told his story- and often thought how much I would have loved that life.
My studio in a renovated military unit at home is nowhere near Italy but there is a patio under some maple trees that is perfect for a break from work. When not at my day job supporting my bad habits, or crying over endless renos in my #crookedhouse, I am in that studio. Working on drawings, repairing old frames or building new ones…and now, making an interactive virtual Salon and gallery, complete with beautiful Italian frames made by someone else about 300 years ago 🙂 To have a better look, hover over any piece of artwork and click it….(use a back button to return here) Questions about the portraits? Inspired to sart your own Salon wall? Got an art joke? Send me a message! Visit the contact page.
I see the last post here was over 4 years ago – and those 4 years were, um, colourful, and even more eventful than the previous 4…not even counting the pandemic. I think we’ll skip the recap 🙁 Since moving to my little crooked house in Arnprior in February 2022 (fondly referred to as the money pit most days), renovations have been aimed at getting one room at a time liveable, and my pictures out of boxes and onto the walls.
herever I’ve lived, there have been walls full of art and photos and interesting objects in my home. Sometimes it’s a “Rogues’ Gallery” made up of family photos and objects organized chronologically going up (or down?) the stairs. There are various themed collections: prints, drawings, and engravings – all of trees, a wall of nautically themed oil paintings and watercolours. On a shelf in the bedroom there’s a bayonet, and a tiny civil war doll. So far, that’s just weird but I love them both (and who doesn’t want their great aunt’s bayonet in the bedroom?)
My favourite display at home is a Salon style hanging of mostly original works that I fondly refer to as my Wall of Ladies. The works here are mostly connected by the fact that I love them or they mean something to me. They are primarily original works, some by me but most are not. I noticed one day they were mostly women, and weirdly most of the ladies were posed facing in the same direction – to their left (that right there is a whole other discussion). They’re beautiful and they mean a lot – they are not there as mere decoration. And hey, it’s my home, not a gallery…so it’s still the best place to nap after a big meal.
alon style picture hanging is a method that comes from the grand Salons (art exhibitions) of Paris; paintings were hung floor to ceiling, covering every inch of space. These exhibits began at the Louvre in the 1670s, and became known as “Salons” after the room where the original exhibitions were held. The Paris Art Salon (usually an annual exhibit) would become the most important art event in Europe, becoming more conservative as it grew, spawning others who wanted to regain their freedom of expression.
Although the Paris Salons of the 18th and 19th century are most significant from an art historical view, their popular emergence may in part be due to Italian Salons of the 15th century. Occurring all over Europe, it was as early as the 1450s in Italy when aristocratic women would host gatherings attended by artists, poets, musicians, philosophers and those who wanted to share their ideas. Unsupervised and free of the influence of the church or politicians these salons were truly the “age of conversation”.
oday in my tiny living room there is no organized exhibition of artwork from the Académie des Beaux-Arts and it is not filled with a artists and philosophers and curious nobles from the age of conversation (although there’s a good chance I may believe I am being profound at 2 a.m. after enough wine). But, it is warm and welcoming and encourages lengthy visits and conversation after dinner…Everyone should have at least one salon or gallery wall. Start with something you love….add something that makes you smile. Put in plenty of original artwork…it can be tiny, or it can be BIG. Take a risk, and don’t be chicken when it comes to frames – they can make or break both your artwork and the display, and some are fabulous on their own. Make rooms in your home a reflection of you and your life, not someone else’s.
nd THAT was my sorry attempt to tie salon style hanging to….Italy, and Italian frames 🙂 I will be traveling to Italy this August – Thing One will be getting married in Florence. We each have different things on our bucket lists, and only a couple of weeks to see some and enjoy the wedding festivities. I’ve been searching for somewhere to see antique or historical frames ( 35 or 40 years as a framer and a life as an artist does this to you). Sor far I’ve lined up one studio which is just a few blocks from our b’n’b http://www.cornicimaselli.com/
IN THE MEANTIME…While working on some ideas to show work online I’ve been messing around with images from my portfolio, and created a little virtual salon wall – drawings of people, pets, and places. See? You can do it. (Click the image for a larger version)
Next post I will fill in details about the art and the frames – all Italian, from the 15th through 18th centuries.
Ciao ragazzi, alla prossima!
Nota Bene: the initial caps appearing in the story are made from hand drawn letters in the “Italian Renaissance Alphabet” in the 1931 edition of the Studio Handbook, by Samuel Welo, one of my favourite little art books. Nota Bene duo: I do not speak a word of Italian.
It is AMAZING how Life has gotten in the way of writing blog posts – yup, it gets in the way of everything.
I left the east end of Ottawa, bought a “fixer upper” in the country, did seasonal help at Lee Valley Tools (bucket list), did a stint at Carp Fair (also bucket list), dealt with flooding basements and sump pumps, buried my black Lab, learned to live with box elder bugs, became an (almost) enemy of the City over the storm drain in my yard, got a nice lengthy contract, left that contract, went to the Bahamas for my sister’s wedding, learned to cut 1/3 of an acre with a push mower, found out I can shovel a 75 m laneway, found out I can hate a 75 m laneway, had exactly one lesson on a tractor/snowblower (apparently my clutch skills leave a little to be desired), flew to Florida on a whim (thanks AirMiles) to go on a road trip home (ALLIGATORS), motorbiked a lot – all over from PEI to Pembroke (passenger so far, licence this year), drove through a tornado, fundraised for my hometown of Dunrobin, nursed my mother through dementia, cancer and strokes with my siblings…and soooooo much more.
I began 2019 writing a eulogy for my mother. She was….well, she was my mum. She worked and played and raised 4 kids pretty much on her own; to this day I don’t know how she pulled it off. She was smart, got shit done, and had a sneaky sense of humour. That sense of humour, and her optimistic outlook stayed in place even as her mind and body failed and hurt.
Throughout this time, I have been loved and supported by Thing 1 and Thing 2. The continue to grow, and amaze me with their strength, perseverence, and yes….even wisdom. I am in awe. Also, I love them a bit.
I have a renewed determination to make life good (gooder? It’s already pretty good, just takes lot of shovelling sometimes). I have been reminded about what’s important, (maybe more importantly) – what isn’t. I have learned that I am good at a LOT of things, and love to learn even more. To that end, I am beginning this year comitted to making more room for creativity in my life, alongside the usual worklife. I am happiest with a pencil in my hand, and a camera close by…and some time left over to spend in my workshop. I hope to post samples of what I’m up to every now and then – stay tuned.
My McSweeney’s Internet Tendency addiction is in control this morning. Some days you should not get at it. You should sit and read short articles until you are kind of crying from the laughing, and wishing someone would bring you more coffee and not point out your runny nose.
This year’s theme was BLUE, and was entirely open to interpretation. I completed one work just for the show, and brought another I had on hand. Both works will remain up until the end of December and would make LOVELY CHRISTMAS GIFTS. Visit Cyclelogik at 1111 Wellington Street.
“Rayleigh Scattering” Graphite and pencil crayon on bristol. (Framed 340.00)
Blue Room: Graphite, pencil crayon, and conte drawing on vellum, layered over photograph – canon chromalife inks on Moab Entrada Rag paper. (Framed 450.00)
I am becoming somewhat obsessed with roads and tracks and shoot them frequently while driving or walking.
I love driving, especially out in the middle of nowhere; it is both relaxing, and a time for thought. I can mull things over, make decisions, rage at the world, cry for no reason ( or numerous good ones), or sing really loudly to music that I like. Or, just watch fields stretch away to the sides.
Jessie and I were in Godmanchester, Quebec, driving around in circles trying to get out of Godmanchester, Quebec. We had gone by these tracks once and the light was spectacular so we went back. I stuck my arm out the window and stopped the car to take a picture with my phone as we went over the tracks….
I am fascinated by how it came out. The light I was after is not there, but I would not change a thing…and this image is beginning to appear to me as some kind of metaphor for my life at the moment. I may just save it for the cover photo of my autobiography.
*NB Jessie pointed out that we were being watched by a police car (not very well, apparently) so I whipped the phone back into the car before the shot finished. I think.
Driving through the Fraser Canyon, we could see this fire coming for miles…it was a surreal drive in so many ways, then we came up to the actual fire and could not stop watching – it was so beautiful, and so awful. We were struck by what seemed to be the hopelessness of these tiny dumps of water on a fire that was spreading for miles.