Tuscan Vista Pastel Art

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

This next artwork was created as my way of easing into en plein air painting. This is the unforgettable view from my bedroom window in the countryside outside of Florence, Italy. Landscape artists tend to tell me that they do not understand how I can go life drawing since the figure is so complicated. But as an artist who started with the human figure, landscape painting has always seemed intimidating to me. There is so much information!

So, I sort of cheated, I guess. Instead of being out in the open air, I set up my easel inside the house next to the bedroom window. Each night (that I was home), I drew for about an hour or so. At first, I thought I would just make a square composition because that was all that I could see from one vantage point. But later, I decided that I liked having more on the right, with the distant hills and more olive trees in the foreground.

I feel lucky to be here. And I am enjoying my love affair with pastels. And, of course, with Tuscany.


“Tuscan Vista”
46 x 64 cm (18 x 25")
pastel painting on dark green Firenze paper
copyright 2010 Kelly Borsheim
$1800 + $20 shipping (+6.75% sales tax for Texas-based destinations)

Bouguereau First Kiss Streetpainting

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

Last Monday, I assisted my streetpainting colleague Sukyong (from Korea) in recreating the Mona Lisa in chalk and pastel. In bed by 2:30 am that night, I was up early and streetpainting in Florence, Italy, again by 10 am the next day. My Japanese colleague Kumiko and I had agreed the night before to create William Bouguereau’s “First Kiss” (or as the Italians call it ”Il Premio Bacio”).

I decided on how I wanted to crop the image – the art of the madonnari is to create large works to make a spettacolo and then began making measurements in my space. I then sketched out most of the entire composition in white chalk. Just as I was wrapping that up, Kumiko arrived and we decided that she would create the masculine figure on the left, I would do the girl on the right.


Collaborating is often interesting and I think that Kumiko and I did a good job on this one. Although I have known this sculptor/madonnara for a couple of years now, we have never drawn together. You can see from this second image that she and I start off a little bit differently. While I was thinking of dividing my shapes into lights and darks and then layering in colors, Kumiko started off with a reddish base on the entire face, then adding darks and lights (and neutralizing the colors as she went along). I told her that her method was more like the classical painting method of starting with a campitura or more simply put: toning a canvas with a color that will show through a bit into the design.


After I smoothed all of my layers into the street with my palms and fingers, I stood up and back and had a good laugh. It looked to me as if I have drawn the face of a geisha, not a child! Kumiko agreed, jokingly suggesting that I just add a bit of color to the outer edge of the upper eyelid to finish the effect.


Bouguereau has always been difficult for me to copy because he is so subtle on his tonal contrasts. I have never felt gifted in the art of subtlety. I also love to draw hands and was enjoying this particular challenge today. Here I am laying in the arm (later to be trimmed down a bit).



Several times throughout the day, I offered a stick of chalk to a child. Earlier in the day, I must have met all of the shy kids. Later, two girls accepted. The first one is from England and was doing her “Oh my, this is hard work” pose. A future actress no doubt, her parents admitted. The little blonde girl is from Germany. I do find it fun to let kids participate. While technically, I am not supposed to have anyone help me with my work (unless they have paid the permit fee with me), no one has ever objected to my invitations to the children.




As the night wore on, my friend “Joe” that I wrote to you about a couple of weeks ago returned. “Joe” is the homeless poet from England who stole salmon and mushrooms in order to share lunch with me in the street. Well, he took a liking to Kumiko and I wish that I could share a few images that I took of him. He is very expressive with his hands and his body posture as he crouches down to speak with us.

Joe pulled out a new book he had started for pressing flowers and composed a poem on one page for my friend. To the left of the flowers he wrote:

Kumiko
Wake with a Smile
Walk with Grace
And the Day is Yours

He signed it to the right of his pressings, “So” with the “S” looking more like a long vertical squiggle and the smaller “o” tucked up inside the top curve of the “S.” I would not have realized that was what he was going for, except that he explained it to me. Here Kumiko shows off her gift.


Finally, I leave you with our final efforts. I must confess that the heart frame was actually my idea. This strikes me as funny since I do not particularly like hearts (in design – I tend to think they are too cheesey). However, for some reason the typical rectangular cornice seemed dull and I wanted parts of the wings to extend beyond the image border. I could not figure out how to make a circle around the composition without losing too much space around the figures’ heads, so … my desire for space and extended parts overrode my avoidance of cheese.

I include here a flash image and one with only the streetlight. I could not decide which situation I liked better. I was pleased with our work and Kumiko and I certainly have fun together: Not a bad way to spend my last day in streetpainting during this trip to Italy.

Crocodile Hangs in Church Italy

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

So my last two blog entries were about the streetpainting festival in northern Italy in il Piazzale del Santuario della Madonna delle Grazie (the large square in front of the Shrine of Our Lady of Grace) in the small town of Grazie di Curtatone.

After I finished my work, I took a look at others and also entered the church. I must say that I have never seen a church quite like this one. The sides of the church were lined with wooden columns and sculptures, but some depicted men being tortured and killed. Only, as one of my Italian friends explained, they apparently did not die. This church wanted to show the miracles that have happened, perhaps in this region.

That might even explain why there is a crocodile hanging from the ceiling near the back of the church (see the photo with the chandelier). Apparently a few years back, he was found in the nearby lake. His presence there must have been quite a shock and for at least the last two years, some madonnari have chosen to honor him in their streetpaintings.

Another side note on the wooden columns. Maybe it is just me, but I could have sworn that decorative patterns on these columns and side walls were made with light wooden body parts, namely hands and boobs. Those shapes are interesting and when repeated in lines, create a rather artistic effect. Still, did I really see nude castrated boobs in a church? Davvero?

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Streetpainting Grazie Di Curtatone Italy

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

Grazie di Curtatone in northern Italy recently hosted its 38th Annual Streetpainting Festival. The art of the madonnnari (as streetpainters are called in Italia) began centuries ago as devotional drawings outside of the churches, most often depicting the Madonna, hence the name.

This festival is also a competition with a sacred theme. Any madonnaro/a may draw anything, but if the judges determine your work does not fit the theme, the artist is ineligible for prizes. It is important to win a medal here so that one may eventually earn the title of Maestro. This earns the artist more money. And it does not matter if one is a master artist in general, she must earn this title specifically in this city for it to mean anything.

The money is important because each year, they have been paying the artists less and less. And some artists have traveled a long way to be here and the food is expensive. There are free accommodations if you do not have a problem sleeping in a smelly tent on a wooden floor with bunches of other streetpainters. Artists use up a whole lot more pastel and chalk on this particularly hard street, and if you do not finish your work during the night, be prepared to draw in full sun in August.

Despite all of these obstacles, il Piazzale del Santuario della Madonna delle Grazie (the large square in front of the Shrine of Our Lady of Grace) gets filled with art of all kinds. Today, I am including only a few more images. Even the more political ones at the end were beautifully done and not even particularly controversial.

Because of the rain the night before, we all had from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. to draw, instead of the 24 hours straight that we have normally.

Streetpainting Mantova

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

I recently returned from a trip to northern Italy, which included participating in a streetpainting competition / festival in Grazie di Curtatone, more commonly called either “Grazie” or usually just “Mantova.” Mantova is the closest larger city and is really quite lovely. I got to see it with three of my Florentine madonnari (streetpainting) colleagues because the Saturday night that we were supposed to start drawing in the large piazza in Grazie di Curtatone, it rained. And rained.

Normally, the streetpainters draw throughout the night, starting around 6 pm and finishing in 24 hours. However, with the rains, we ended up starting Sunday morning on the 15th at 8 am and working until 8 p.m. that same day. And we were lucky to have clouds moving in and out in the skies above us for more than half the day. I hate being in direct sunshine, especially while working on a hard hot surface. Umbrellas helped, but cast shadows over our work, perhaps making it more difficult for those participating in the photo competition held by the festival organizers.

This is truly a festival, with knights and other costumers, merchants selling large parmigiano cheese chunks (see photo) and local produce. This second image shows you the largest garlic bulbs that I have ever seen AND the largest collection in one place of garlic. One colleague told me that this merchant sold at least two-thirds of this pile before the painting competition had finished. We walked to work on a red carpet and under a giant painting frame with an inscription “Arte e tradizione.”



No, this third image is not one of shuffleboarding. These professional madonnari are saving their knees as they lay out a drawing with “distorted” perspective for a more 3-dimensional effect. It is much easier to do this when there is some distance between the artist and his canvas.


For my entry, I decided to rework my original oil painting “Relinquish” I placed the nude male figure of my original composition in a forest this time instead of in a room. Here is the start of my efforts. This street surface is the worst that I have ever drawn on and I cut off my fingertips about three times while trying to draw sfumato the way that my classical training has taught me.


Enjoy these images with more to follow . . .

Portofino Italy Pastel Art

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

So, I have been sketching in Portofino, up on the northwestern coast of Italy. She is spectacular. Here is one of my (maybe) one-hour long pastel sketches on black paper.

Mustaches and Art Florence Italy

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

This past Monday and Tuesday, my streetpainting colleague Sukyong (from Korea) and I recreated Michelangelo’s “Creation of Man” from the Sistine Chapel. There seemed to be a lot of variety in activity and people in the street these days. Sukyong chose to draw Adam, while I got God and his companions on the right side of the composition.



Across the street from us some construction workers continued to throw building stones out of the window to make room for whatever renovation they were doing – and I would love to be able to see! I was thinking that it would be fun to carve these stones and in lieu of that, throw them with the guys.


Now, my birthday was a while back (31 July) but packages do not always arrive here in a timely manner. So, I was very tickled when a friend brought a package from my sister Amber to let me open it in front of a few friends here on Via Calimala in Florence, Italy. Amber started a new business based on some party favors she made for her own wedding last year. It is amazing how far she has taken this business. Check out WhiskerWorks.com. In the meantime, my birthday package included two of her handmade mustaches-on-a-stick, a card with a chimp on the front, and a vintage dress. So, this next series of images show me using the mustaches with the street art.




Later on, after it was dark, a French family came by and I offered some chalk to each of the three boys. They stayed longer than most kids, the youngest sporting the bluest chalk-laden hand that I have seen in a long time! The parents really enjoyed the fact that their kids had an opportunity to do something so artistic and different than they ever expected during their holiday.


Also, later that evening, I continued what may become a little tradition for my other colleague Johnny and me. There is a local character here, Massimiliano, who comes to visit us quite often. He is a photographer. We have known him for years now, but we are getting to know him better and better. The last time that Johnny and I recreated Michelangelo’s “Sacra Familia” (aka “Tondo Doni”), Johnny had the idea to do a portrait of Massimilano as one of the nude figures behind the family. Max posed as I drew in his dark mustache and hair. Closer to midnight, Johnny added a camera and few other details for fun. We saw more of Max that day, as he brought friends over to see him in the famous artwork.

So, I added Massimiliano’s black mustache and also his dark curly hair to the small face behind God. He was a bit pleased the next morning that despite the streetcleaner’s pass over our work, the mustache remained.




On the second day, I seemed to attract quite a couple of characters. I will not mention the first one because he was a bit scary and I was relieved when he took off. But the second was a rather charming fellow from London. He squatted next to me that second morning as I was working to fine tune my drawing of God. After I looked up, we began to talk. He has a wonderful, Old World face, perfect for portraiture! I asked him if I could take his photo and he allowed me this as long as I did not put it on the Internet. Since he did not forbid me to talk about him, I will share a few things here. However, I will call him Joe.

I do believe that Joe is homeless. Joe likes to press flowers in books (and showed me this book) and write poetry. He loves Caravaggio and seems quite lovely to chat with. He is very expressive and curious about a lot of things. He asked me if he could bring me some dinner. I declined since we had a madonnari (streetpainters) meeting that night, so instead he said he would come back at 4 p.m. if that was OK. Well, I was a bit surprised when he did come back. And especially when he brought salmon, bright green lettuce, mushrooms, and some nice brown bread. I told him that this was quite elegant for a dirty streetpainter and then he confessed that he stole it!

Earlier I had been telling Joe how Sukyong and I had been shoeing away the gypsies, especially after one of them stole money from our baskets the day before. They have been getting more aggressive than usual and even working in pairs now to distract us a bit. So after Joe admitted his theft, he explained, “I would never steal from you. I never steal from individuals. I do not take purses or wallets or even things from a person. Only when I am hungry, I go into the markets and take what I need.”

Joe then told me that recently he lost his bag. He said that he has hidden away his most important things. He had his book of poems in the bag, but said that surprisingly this did not make him upset as much as losing the “green acrylic” that was inside. After all, his poems were “up here” as he tapped on his head with his index finger and “I still have them.”

One thing for sure, life in the street is rarely dull, although in truth, my muscles are quite sore and tired from my work there.

Happy Birthday to Nathan and Mark!