Worse things happen at sea

The Royal Navy 's 19th century medical journals have been made available by the National Archive

Sardines

Mike Goldberg's "Sardines", the subject of Frank O'Hara's "Why I am not a painter"


More O'Hara images here

Why I Am Not a Painter

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.

(1971)

A bone of which I am fond

....is the calcaneus, or human heel bone. Many years ago an old friend made me aware of its robust , compact form and surprising size when he showed me x rays of his: a rock guitarist, he had, intoxicated in the moment of performance, stepped off the front of an 8-foot high stage and, landing heel first, shattered it. Pinned, it was clumped back together and he hobbled in plaster for months. Until then, I had never really paid it any attention when drawing skeletons as an art student. Now I know it as the anchor of the Achilles tendon, and knowledge of it is key to drawing or sculpting convincing feet.

As a by-product of my search for crucified legs images whilst carving the lower half of my dying man for Belgium, I found an archaeological calcaneus, of a man in his 20s found at Givat'ha Mivtar, a Jewish district in North - East Jerusalem from about the time of Christ. The nail is 11.5cm long and bent against a knot in the upright of the cross after it was hammered through the bone. Note the nasty practicality of the wooden washer between the ankle and the head of the nail, designed to stop the victim from pulling his leg away sideways, a carpenterish refinement of the procedure. The legs were either nailed to the sides of the upright, or doubled sideways against the front of the cross as shown above. The calcaneus must have proved solid enough to support the body, whereas passing the nail through between bones would not. A torturer's knowledge of anatomy never ceases to impress me - but then, they must have had a lot of experience.

Tomoaki Suzuki

Sculpts very recognisable friends in wood, rather small. He sculpted the sister of an ex-student of mine. His gallery is Corvi - Mora.

Statue of Newton at Trinity Cambridge

And from my pillow, looking forth by light

Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold

The Antechapel where the Statue stood

Of Newton, with his prism and his silent face,

The marble index of a Mind for ever

Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone

(said Wordsworth after 1805)

1755, sculptor Louis Francois Roubiliac

Looking at details of facial anatomy

Today's task on the workbench had me running for more detail in the anatomy textbooks, as I worked on modelling up nasal cartilage that was both accurate and idiosyncratic, and lip muscles that did justice to the interlacing of muscle fibres into other muscle fibres and skin tissue that seems to happen . Buccinator was a surprise to me , being larger and shapelier than I had seen on specimens in the DR, and the accessory cartilages shown in the netter drawing of the nasal structure , while perhaps subject of individual variations, make me want to go back again and look at my embryological development books. They make me think of a coelacanth....

Some useful illustrations and resources here: