tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91136632804378464442012-01-18T20:07:39.403-08:00Green Pandasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113663280437846444.post-71583749241613040002008-02-20T16:30:00.000-08:002008-12-10T15:06:37.867-08:00<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>A 17th century mural after the painting of Nicholas Lancret (1690-1743). Let's become romantic...</strong></span> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zKK0K4WFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/j5t8s_jin0A/s1600-h/diningroom_before.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169228759466268754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zKK0K4WFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/j5t8s_jin0A/s320/diningroom_before.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div>This is a blank wall. Look at it. Do you see anything special? No, it's just a wall in a room which is the dining room of a private residence in the Bel Air area of Los Angeles.<br />My own artistic viewpoint: A challenge. Need for creation. Empty space. Liveless space. I searched and found a wonderful painting which was finally chosen by the client.<br /><br /></div><div>The draft for the mural can be seen at the end of this blog.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zo60K4WbI/AAAAAAAAADc/cJVrKZn4z6c/s1600-h/right_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169262569448823218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zo60K4WbI/AAAAAAAAADc/cJVrKZn4z6c/s320/right_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Right side of the wall, next to the door. I decided to paint a french landscape which was typical for the 17th century paintings.<br /><br />The angel is sleeping - tranquility is the keyword.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zc3UK4WUI/AAAAAAAAACg/LWGUoWufBN8/s1600-h/belairright2_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169249315179747650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zc3UK4WUI/AAAAAAAAACg/LWGUoWufBN8/s320/belairright2_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div>The landscape is growing, more trees and bushes. Roses around the angel - it's timeless. No need to rush. Tranquility.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><p align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zRHkK4WKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wRB7DvO2mm8/s1600-h/belairmusic_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169236400213088418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zRHkK4WKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wRB7DvO2mm8/s320/belairmusic_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><div>People are entering the scene. Musicians playing old instruments.<br /><br />A girl - still in no motion. Flower in her hair. A little smile...<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><p align="right"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zfFUK4WXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G2ZLycyf1GE/s1600-h/belair_mepainting_mural.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169251754721171826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zfFUK4WXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G2ZLycyf1GE/s320/belair_mepainting_mural.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zTeEK4WOI/AAAAAAAAABw/sn1G2cUn8gY/s1600-h/belairmusic2_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169238985783400674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zTeEK4WOI/AAAAAAAAABw/sn1G2cUn8gY/s320/belairmusic2_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>The musicans come alive.<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zUB0K4WPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jm5H8sqCkBA/s1600-h/ballerina_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169239599963724018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zUB0K4WPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jm5H8sqCkBA/s320/ballerina_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The star, the highlight of the mural is beginning to come into existence. It's a beautiful lady...<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zWLkK4WRI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZUIc14-I-gQ/s1600-h/belair_ballerina_done.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169241966490704146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zWLkK4WRI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZUIc14-I-gQ/s320/belair_ballerina_done.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here she is:<br />Mademoiselle Marie de Camargo. One of the first famous ballerinas in Europe. She might have been forgotten but when I found her it made me feel happy. She is history. She is wonderful. She is dancing forever...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zZsUK4WSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OzogulMlF8/s1600-h/belair_boyanddrum_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169245827666303266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zZsUK4WSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OzogulMlF8/s320/belair_boyanddrum_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left">Left to the ballerina there is a handsome boy who plays the drum and the flute at once.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zeJUK4WVI/AAAAAAAAACo/9U_ZLUkYyvQ/s1600-h/belair_leftside_ip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169250723929020754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zeJUK4WVI/AAAAAAAAACo/9U_ZLUkYyvQ/s320/belair_leftside_ip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Landscape again, a lake, soft background. Cloudy sky. It's a romantic summer's day. Tranquility.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7za2UK4WTI/AAAAAAAAACY/qrewmNgEP_Y/s1600-h/belair_leftside_ip.jpg"></a></p><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7za2UK4WTI/AAAAAAAAACY/qrewmNgEP_Y/s1600-h/belair_leftside_ip.jpg"></a></p>The whole Mural is done. Duration: 6 weeks.<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169251346699278690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zetkK4WWI/AAAAAAAAACw/lq0Ewp5dsso/s320/belair_mural_done.jpg" border="0" />And here is the draft and the painting of Nicholas Lancret:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zhZkK4WZI/AAAAAAAAADI/QFO7crKI6Xs/s1600-h/belair_draft.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169254301636778386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zhZkK4WZI/AAAAAAAAADI/QFO7crKI6Xs/s320/belair_draft.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zhk0K4WaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8jAOelMx33U/s1600-h/belair_thepainting.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169254494910306722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WttimCJNvho/R7zhk0K4WaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8jAOelMx33U/s320/belair_thepainting.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9113663280437846444-7158374924161304000?l=mural4you.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Green Pandasnoreply@blogger.com0