It’s Friday, so hang up your scruples and enjoy a few vices.
But don’t do anything too Machiavellian.
Unless you want to of course.
I have gone with a Machievellian theme for this week’s ‘Artist’s Corner’
Because this week I present my fairly rubbish drawing of none other than Niccolò di Bernardo dei Machiavelli, a man as underhand and duplicitous as they came.
I don’t know, I haven’t done even the most basic research for this.
Maybe he just wrote stuff with duplicitous character in and he was actually a nice chap.
Although, if my artistic rendition is to be believed (and in the end what other evidence do we have?) he probably was a little bit naughty.
Another Friday, another, frankly dreadful, portrait of a literary great. And today we travel to Russia to meet Alexander Pushkin, who apparently was quite good at writing. Not so good at duelling though by all accounts and he met his premature end at the hands of his French brother-in-law, who apparently had a bit of a thing for Pushkin’s wife. It was all a bit unfortunate really, but Pushkin had already churned out a fair bit of literature by that point so it wasn’t all bad.
Maybe I’ll read some of it one day. Not in Russian obviously, that would be really hard. But I expect some of it has been translated into English by now.
It’s Friday and therefore time for my regular doodle, which this week continues the theme I started last week of producing portraits of some of history’s greatest literary and cultural figures.
And what better person to follow on from Shakespeare, in these times of Brexit, than the man some might consider to be his Francophone equivalent, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, otherwise known as Molière?
Although he really wasn’t as good as Shakespeare truth be told.
And I should know.
I studied a few Molière plays during my university days. It’s probably my main claim to being vaguely intellectual.
Although I didn’t much understand them to be honest
Welcome to another instalment of Artist’s Corner.
After a slightly surreal couple of weeks I decided to go in a different direction this week and drew a portrait of Mrs Proclaims and me.
The likeness is uncanny.
Still, there was a slight chance that my beloved wife would be offended by the above interpretation of us…
Fortunately she found it charming and has even kept the original paper copy for herself.
Then again, with ‘talent’ like mine, there’s every chance that scrap of paper could be worth millions one day.
She’s very shrewd, that wife of mine…