Saturday, April 11, 2015

A WORKING ARTIST'S STUDIO

Here is a view of my studio. The photo makes it look much bigger than it is.  I offer this picture a counterpoint to the notion that a clean and orderly studio leads to greater creativity and productivity.  I notice that this idea is mostly promoted by people who call themselves artist advisors.  These people are organizers and writers - probably not visual artists.  If being neat and tidy works for them, then they should be that way.  But how can they know anything about what will work for another person.  If I ever do get around to cleaning up my studio, my next act is to start messing it up again.  I do concede however, that it would be nice to have my table top free of clutter so that I could do something on it.  Instead, I open up a folding table for a project.  Then I fold it up and put it away so that I cannot put any stuff on it.

Monday, April 6, 2015

ATLANTIC BEACHES - LOBSTER CLAW

When roaming the beaches of the Atlantic coast, I find that most of the things that have washed up are dead - relics of sea life. In these bits and fragments of once living matter I find an endless array of color and pattern that finds its way into my paintings.  This one is part of a series of "dead things on the " that has already reached over 65 in number.  most of them are 6"x6", but this one is 20"x20" - oil on canvas.

Monday, March 30, 2015

GAIA WALKS AMONG HER DEAD - STEP THREE

Now, I have added a lot more stuff to the ground in this painting.  Bones - trash - tires.  I need to use color and value to direct the viewers' interest to the hands and the tiny new plant that Mother Nature is placing into the scorched earth to restore a ruined world.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

WHAT I SAW ON MY TRIP TO CALIFORNIA

I spent only one day on the beaches south of Monterey, but found there enough material to start a new series of of paintings based on life in the tide pools.  My Atlantic Beaches series was all about dead things on the beach (shells, dead jellyfish, lobster claws).  The Pacific Beaches series will be about live things on the beach (anemones, crabs, live jellyfish).  I can't wait to get started but will have to work it in between all of my other painting projects.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Gaia Walks Among Her Dead

Stage two. It is hard to see in this photo, but I am getting into pointillism with a lot of dots in the dirt. Now, Mother Nature has her plant, which she will use to start repopulating the scorched earth. I will be away from this painting for couple of week while it dries and I soak up some sun in the Southwest.

Monday, February 23, 2015

MOTHER NATURE WALKS AMONG HER DEAD

This is a sort of a first draft of a painting that I started working on when, somewhere, I heard the phrase, "Mother Nature walks among her dead".  The image seemed quite clear to me.  There would be a field of scorched earth, littered with dead - natural beings and human trash alike. The animals are there to suggest the dying earth and the trash is there to suggest that it is the fault of humanity.  As I work on this, I will make the ground browner and deader with more debris.  The key to it all, the most important part, will be that Mother Nature will have in her hands a tiny plant seedling.  I hope that this painting works out with the clear message that it is only Mother Nature who has the power to clean up the mess that we have made and repopulate the Earth with teeming life and diversity that belong here.  It will take a long time though.

Monday, February 16, 2015

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST

At some point in the career of a painter, there comes a desire to do a selfie.  This is mine.  Sometimes, one lacks a model to paint.  Sometimes, as in this case, one is asked to attend a dinner party for artists to which each guest is expected to bring a self portrait.  So I did this one in two short sessions.  Not exactly alla prima, but almost.  I did it one day and touched it up a bit the second. It is kind of fun to do a self portrait, but revealing. I became acutely aware that I am not seventeen years old anymore. Oh, well.