Peter Hobden

Peter Hobden has a quiet demeanour. He speaks little of his important work in computing or of his expertise in digital photography. Early retirement allows him to widen his horizons further. He takes up painting in 2007 under the demanding tutelage of Hélène Burgi. In short time, he develops and masters the loose and relaxed brushstrokes in bold oil colours that become his trademark technique. One would assume he would focus on the natural world but, surprisingly, his forte is the cityscape. On medium-size canvases, his style and chosen theme merge to great effect. The result is atmosphere.

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In 2010, I visit Peter’s studio in Geneva shortly after he and his wife Sophie return from a trip to Italy. He shows me a canal scene in Venice. I fall for it and buy it immediately. But Sophie can’t bear to see Peter’s pictures leave the studio. It is as though a part of him is also disappearing.

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His technique advances. The #TwitterArtExhibit stipulates a post-card size work. Peter’s entry in 2012 is a delightful 16cm x 12cm dash of oil on card creating an evening street scene in Carouge, Geneva.

Peter’s work has evolved rapidly. This evolution is unlikely to stop now. Perhaps in the near future, Talking Beautiful Stuff will blog about Peter reaching back to expertise in other domains to master digital painting. Then his work doesn’t have to leave the studio!

Bruce Bay cairns, New Zealand

In Maori mythology, southern right whales (tohorara) have god-like status. Hoping to glimpse these increasingly rare beasts, tourists driving the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island stop at Bruce Bay. Weather permitting, people from every continent get out of their rented vehicles and stare out to sea. They have time on their hands. There is no café; only the road, the ocean and the rocks in between.

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Something in this wild, beautiful place impels the visitors to leave hundreds of carefully balanced cairns. Some are simple; some show ingenious engineering skills; some are beautiful. All have a primitive appeal. Are they just marks of passing for the next tourist or is there at play some great whale-spirit?

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I left my own cairn at Bruce Bay but I felt like an intruder. Reassuringly, it will have been washed away, like the others, in one of the great storms that lash this rugged coastline.

There is a Maori cemetery at the end of the beach.

Perfect Parrot

“Perfect Parrot.” Were this the name of a chique new cocktail bar, it would not be surprising to find this picture, discretely but emphatically lit, centrally placed and imposing itself on the fashionable clientele. It would probably be the motif on place mats and elegant little menus. And maybe, sipping a pinacolada, a party-goer might just notice that there is in fact, no parrot; and that the exquisite colours, which without doubt bring to mind a notion of “parrot,” are perfectly balanced in form and tone. He or she might realise that the eye-comfiness is augmented by the dark marginal line serving as a frame to be both respected and encroached upon. With further reflection, he or she might conclude that the sophistication has been further amplified by child-like application of the paint whilst the forms and colour choices are far from childlike.

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But …. “Perfect Parrot” was painted by a child! Josephine is eight years old. She comes from Indonesia. She has huge brown eyes and a dazzling row of very white teeth. Her enthusiasm for anything creative is irrepressible. Her mother showed me “Perfect Parrot” painted at school. What did I think? My response might have included the word “exquisite.” But it was not a matter of what I thought. It was what I wanted to know. “Josephine, what was in your mind when you painted this? Who did you paint it for? What made you choose those colours? Why did you put the line around the edge? Why did you call it “Perfect Parrot” when I can’t see a parrot?” “Don’t know!” She laughed and skipped away. You first saw her potential at talkingbeautifulstuff.com.