This image is way off, yet it links to facebook with all the colors correct and it is correct in the blog upload library. All other versions I’ve brought into the library are similarly off when selected for display. For one, the sun should be glowing crimson; and everything else you can guess is way off from there. Second- blurry / vaseline smeared. Hardly worth putting it up.
On a late afternoon bluebird house expedition (house is just left of center) this storm brewed up over the mountains and shot out a large arm reaching over the ranch to blot out the sun. Rain misted the air under the vast arm turning the sky beneath it a brilliant gold, while a premature twilight of the cloud’s shadow swept the landscape. The breeze fell away and the stillness was broken by the booming of thunder resonating from beyond the horizon.
It was a landscape that challenged me to paint the mood of it, and after spinning in pre-art miasma for a few weeks I finally toughened up and got to painting. The painting is in acrylic and 12″x48″, a new format for my work as my new camera has a panoramic feature. This brings a whole new challenge, as the light changes dramatically across the expanse.
The sunroom is now cool enough during the day to allow painting to begin, so I thought I’d procrastinate on painting by finish out this collage. E was the engine behind getting this one started; she has wanted me to paint this image for years, as it has been up on my art’n wall forever. She suggested we collage it and pushed past my art-entropy malaise. We ducked out into the studio on weekends during the worst July heat, then brought it down to the basement to round out the Olympics. Collage is a great team art project where she sorts out all the color options then uses the die-cuts to amass shapes from the colors we select. We also tag-team on gluing; once I know where a piece will go, she paints the glue on the back of the piece and I lay it in. This keeps the meticulous pace moving at a rate that is actually bearable. Usually we work Non-Referentially, or what is commonly mislabeled as Abstraction. This image IS an Abstraction, where I drew out the image and laid in the shapes that referred to actual forms; a pair of bulls fighting I photographed 18 years ago. It is the first time we have gone Abstract with our collage efforts.
Marble arm prosthetic for the bronze figure. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but he says it feels almost normal. He is contemplating whether he wants a Marble foot as well.
After nearly a year of hanging on the wall, problem areas and fixes amassed and I set up the easel and went back into it. Now the yellow wall on the L recedes from the central bridge, the central form of the tree is warmed a bit tying it to the sandstone as it had drifted too far into the realm of the sky, and subtle tweaks to how the stone forms meet the edge of the picture plane at the top of the composition to project the mass out and overhead. Also, I wanted to reshoot it with my new/used camera: a Sony NEX-7. My old first digital camera (2007) was killed by the airlines on the flight to KS for Xmas, and Wichita has a great used camera store= Santa-self says: Merry Xmas art nerd, now you can take great pictures of your mediocre little hobby.
Drawings! Hundreds can be completed in the course of a month of drawing daily, and the vast majority of them can be / should be thrown out. Sculptures are such black holes of time and effort that they seem more important than they are, and terrible undead monsters arise to haunt the studio. I ripped a slew of them down 6 weeks ago, and started again, and was still doing crap work- so I left off on sculpture to focus on drawing. I haven’t posted anything ’til now as in the past I’ve tried posting my daily work, and the work suffers or I just quit altogether.
Over lunch I started looking at the jumbles of quick gesture drawings, and would grab a pen or dark pencil and find the best lines. Prior to this I would just throw the pages out, but so much information is loaded into the quick sketch that it became an art game to amuse myself with.
Eventually I pulled out an ink brush with cartridges like a pen that my Kansas friend Sean gave me last Xmas. I took the art game to a new level and layed in the original line as the best line. This game is still a JV or pee-wee effort, and the authority of the ink wants all the drawings to be “keepers” which is a yellow card offense.
Then there are today’s rather overtight graphite renderings from looking at drawings by Sabin. His drawings are both sculptural and anatomical, massive and gestural. So challenging and aspirational to work from.
More productive than drooling on myself in a random corner.