So me and a certain Shady Dame of my acquaintance have gotten hooked on/are bingewatching a teevee show called (Sky Arts) Portrait Arist of the Year.
It's been running annually since 2013; the season we're currently enjoying is from 2019. In any case, the format has remained consistent since its premier. Nine artists -- professional and amateur -- have a paint-off portrait contest where they start by doing quick (four hour) studies of live sitters who are mostly B-list (usually British) celebs -- tv stars, actors, comics, pop musicians, sports figures etc -- and then they whittle the contestants down to one.
Who then gets to paint -- over a much longer period, i.e. a couple of weeks -- a 10,000 pound commission portrait of an A-list celeb for a major Brit Art institution. (In the season we're currently watching, the sitter is Sir Tom Jones for a museum in Wales.)
In any event, it's a fabulously entertaining show, and most of the art is world class and brilliant.
Which leads us, inexorably, to today's theme. To wit:
...and the post-Elvis pop/rock/country/folk/jazz/hip hop music star that you personally would most have liked to have painted a portrait of -- from life -- is...????
Discuss.
And if you're wondering who my ideal sitter would have been...
Ah, the late great Ms. Winehouse.
For multiple reasons that I probably don't need to go into. 😎
Alrighty then -- who would YOUR choices be?
And have a great weekend everybody!!!
9 comments:
Given I hate these sort of shows, I have to choose who I would inflict participation in them on. I guess Johnny Rotten Lydon, just to see if he would shut up and sit still for four hours;>
Grace Slick circa 67 - 68 without her usual trawled on makeup.
I would love to draw/paint the mysterious woman who hid herself away from the world in plain sight. Who was under there?
Captain Al
Heh. 😎
Tom Jones sitting for a portrait? Let's hope he kept 'Wendell' under wraps.
troweled maybe? sometimes 2 l's
Elvis was a beautiful young man. In the female category, I'd choose Tina Weymouth. I can't paint, but I'd love to talk to either of them while they sat still.
Back in the 70s, I went to a Manhattan loft party -- this is right before Talking Heads went national, i.e. they were still local hipsters -- and Weymouth was there. She sat all by herself on a chair and not one of the 30 or 40 guys in attendance went over to talk to her. Just intimidatingly beautfiul. 😎
I'm not surprised, but don't you wish you'd taken the chance to chat her up?
It has crossed my mind on more than occasion since. 😎
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