Sunday, November 18, 2007
I've been working on this on and off over the past month. I painted the grape leaves in two days because they were dying fast and then put in the apples - perishables first! After that I took an hiatus to work on some figure paintings (posts to come soon) and the Feast of Venus (check Creative Process); also I've been on jury duty.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
The windows are on the north wall so the light is cool and stays consistent throughout the day; the really great thing is that they start at about 9 1/2 feet and go up from there.
Something I have always wanted: a big wall to put my sketches on so I can see all of my ideas at once. I find that I can actually tape a piece of canvas to the wall and use it as a big easel. There are inset lights the ledge above so that I can work at night.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
This is an plein air study from last week.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I got to work on this for about two hours last week though it has taken me until tonight to post: it is hard to face this blog when I am not painting and I haven't painted - really painted not just grabbed a odd hour in the studio - for two weeks or more. The reason for this drought is that Tom and I are finally biting the bullet and converting our garage into a studio: for the first time in our twenty-plus years together we will each have our own space to paint (more on this momentous change another time). For the past two weeks my days have been consumed with issues like what kind of heat to use (wood? pellet? gas?), where to put the window (as high up as possible and yet stay centered), etc., etc. I thought I would be able to work while the construction was going on or at the end of the day after the crew has gone home, but I find that while they are here I am too distracted to concentrate and that after they leave I just fall asleep.
This week one member of the two man crew went on vacation; instead of hoping a replacement could be found I asked if I could replace the missing man. To my surprise my contractor agreed to show me what to do so I could help out (I know absolutely nothing about construction). As a result I have been helping lay the new floor for the past two days and although completely exhausted (it turns out construction is hard work) I'm having fun pretending to be a construction worker and also learning a great deal (no one nails with a hammer anymore, everyone uses an air compressor and just shoots the nails in).
And in my waking dreams I'm still painting, thinking, working out some new ideas...
This painting was inspired by a photograph by Chester Higgins Jr.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
About 14 years ago, back when I first started doing figure compositions out of my head, I had the idea of doing a hair cut painting. I worked on the idea for a long time: did a nice wash study and two or three versions in oil about 16" x 18". Sold the last of them a few years ago. A few years later I went back to the subject and did a large version, 32" x 36" or thereabouts, and called it "Metamorphosis" - that one I still have. Apparently not a whole lot of people want a 32" x 36" painting in the house of someone having their hair cut.
"Metamorphosis" is on very heavy linen and when I did it I was still painting quite thinly. Tom keeps telling me I could fix it up easily now that I paint with so much more authority and paint. A few months ago I took off the varnish and tried to fix it up. Um...impossible. The situation is similar to the problem with the French Fry Eaters: the gap between the artist I was then and the artist I am now is just too big. To make it what I want it to be I would have to take it completely apart and put it back together again, like a car engine. Forget it; it would be easier to just do a new one. I wiped out, put the varnish back on and pushed the whole project to the back of my mind.
Then, yesterday, I got a hair cut. The woman who has been cutting my hair for the past fourteen years moved away recently; I've been forced to find someone new. When I arrived at the salon to meet my new hairdresser you could have knocked me over with a feather - Hell, you could have knocked me over with half a feather: she was the spitting image of the hairdresser in "Metamorphosis" whom I had made up out of my head- with the exception that she looked about fourteen years older. Same features, limbs and figure, even had her hair in the same style and was wearing almost the same outfit though the color was different. "Hi" I said, stunned, "I feel like we've met before". As she cut my hair I drank in everything about her: the way she danced around my head as though conjuring a shape out of clay; the way she held herself as loftily as a statue; her strong arms and delicate, accurate, hands. I watched in the mirror as, under her hands, my old silhouette melted away and the new me emerged.
When I got home I got out my sketch book and made a few scribbles from memory: I have some new ideas for the composition and I definitely need to change the colors.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Yesterday was a good day.
For some time now I've been toying with the idea of putting the guy whacking the ketchup bottle in a hoodie. If you scroll down you can see it in the drawings. Early on I tried to translate the idea into paint but couldn't get it right and had to wipe out. Yesterday I finally caught a wave and the hoodie just seemed to flow onto the canvas. It was so easy: just saddled up the tiger and went for a ride.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I first painted 'the boys' (as I call them) in 1999. That version was 30" x 36" and took three 10" x 12" oil studies and a stack of drawings just to prepare for. Somewhere deep in the bowels of the Internet there is a picture of one of the studies on a blog, posted there by the guys who bought it from a gallery in Alexandria, VA. Every now and then I go and look at it. I love that a couple of guys who could be French Fry Eaters themselves bought it. The other studies sold too as well as the final version but that is one I visit in the middle of the night: I know where to find it and I can be alone with my picture.
I always loved 'the boys' with its feeling of being young and male and ready to grab anything. I send the image around quite a bit to show off my skill and imagination in figure painting. Over the years as those skills have grown the I-could-do-it much-better-now feeling has grown as well. A few months ago I took my own dare, printed off a copy of the finished piece and decided to try again. I figured it would be a piece of cake. After all, the impossible drawing problems had all been solved. All I would have to do to have a little tour de force would be to copy the original with more unity, better blocking, a more confident brush. To make the project even simpler I decided to do a 10" x 12". I would dash off an exquisite painting; couldn't take more than a couple of days.
Ha. First of all, the thing is more intricate than a walnut: densely packed with intricate rhythms and mind-twisting drawing problems. After a few humiliating days spent painting and wiping out I went back to the drawing board - literally. Once I started drawing I realized some of the errors in the original, and then I got some better ideas so I had to rethink the poses...well, you get the idea.
Here are a few of the drawings. They are very rough working sketches - just hammering out ideas -but they have sufficient information for me to be able to work from them.
And here is the original.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
The day before yesterday:
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
This is almost finished. It is not from Monhegan but is based on an oil study I did the first time I went painting in Maine twenty years ago. From that sketch I did a painting that hung in my Grandmother's apartment for many years; I got it back when she died a few years ago. I've been copying the painting that was Grandma's: http://etorak.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-copying-seascape-i-painted-years.html and just today dug up the original plein air study; maybe I'll post it tomorrow. Truthfully, I was never too wild about Grandma's painting but I loved the study and would never sell it though I had several offers. There is something about the image that really grabs me and I keep coming back to it.
The spot is in Acadia National Park. I think it is Otter Cliffs, but I'm not positive; it was so long ago. I've painted there a couple of times and every time it affects me in the same way: I get a huge rush of fire in the belly and the all-consuming need to paint - now. There is something about the mist alternately shrouding and revealing the rocks, the water pouring into the womb-like circle of stone, the almost seamless transition from water to fog to cloud to sky that completely sends me: it is so loaded with metaphor and those metaphors act on me like a physical sensation.
Reminds me of the time I saw a rare Taoist scroll at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They had the entire thing unfurled; to view it I walked very slowly alongside. The scroll opened first on a mountainous landscape with little figures moving in the valleys. As I walked the figures began to climb the mountains; as they did so they got smaller. Gradually they ascended the peaks; then disappeared altogether. Then the mountains disappeared and there was only cloud. The experience was so transcending that I felt I had begun the scroll as one person and at the end was a different one. What I want to do with this piece is express what was in that 20-ft scroll in a single oil painting. Not too ambitious.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
So now I am fixing them up. The first one went well - at least I thought it did before I looked at this before-and-after blog post. This is a small painting, 6" x 9" or so, of a back-lit wave. The sun was low on the horizon and so intense that I had to squint the whole time I was painting; eventually my eyes started to sting and I had to keep one of them closed it was tearing so badly. When I got the painting inside I thought it looked washed out - not surprising when you are painting in such strong light (makes it hard to see the values). Karen had the same wave in her painting and she had a much better underplane on the bottom of the wave -it really looked like it was coming out over the rock - and a better silouette of the shadow side of the wave aginst the ocean. When I saw hers I made an immediate mental note to fix mine as soon as I got home and it was the first one I pulled out to rework in the studio.
And I do think I did well with it, but, but, but...something is always lost. Looking at the two images side by side I think I lost a little of the joie de vivre that was in the original sketch and I see that I could have gone in a completely different direction - I could have kept it in a very high impressionist value range, moving and singing in atmosphere, water, and light - Turner and Monet linking arms and dancing. Must fix it - next time.