So this ballgown bot appeared at an interesting time, demanding I ponder the thoughts of others, demanding I remind myself daily of who I am, not who others say I am or what others say I am allowed to do and to be. Feisty, this one. About the art - beginning with a large acrylic painting on arches 300 lb watercolor paper, taping it off into two vertical sections and drawing directly on top of it with a thick black paint pen. Working from the outside in (many layers to get that dark, dark, dark) and then the inside out (many layers to get the shades of pink and flesh and shadows) always in thinned layers of paint (using linseed oil now instead of walnut oil). Initially working wet into wet to get softness, then a long drying time. Wet on dry for crisp edges, and then wet on the new wet for blurred edges of fabric fading into the dark. Push and pull, harden and soften, with a final layer of dark paint to be sure the face disappears entirely into the background. I cannot see her eyes, and yet I do feel her stare. The February Reader Giveaway begins today! Leave a comment on one (or more) blog posts this month to be automatically entered. The winner will be announced right here on March 3. And thanks so much for reading, sharing, commenting and supporting this space, the art and the artist. You (and you, and YOU!) make all of this mean so very much to me. xo
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You may have been wondering where the abstracts have been lately. They were all tied up in this one BIG piece, which asked for weeks of work and layers (and layers and LAYERS) of paint. A departure from my more usual abstract style, but I am just tickled with it. Perhaps I've been watching too many of Brian Rutenbergs studio videos on YouTube - his works are huge! The satisfaction of laying down thick layers of paint with a massive rubber wedge and brush is pretty big, too. And carving back through thick paint with a chopstick is mmmmmmm good. This piece is part of my annual painting murder season, where a dozen or so paintings are destroyed, gesso'd and/or painted over to clear away the old and make room for the new. For this one, I flipped it and drew the new design right on top of the acrylic underpainting using a UniPosca paint pen, then commenced with the layers of oil paint. A complete transformation, I'd say!
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This piece is painted upon one of the many canvases given to me by the late Valerie Erichsen Thomson, and so is already a piece laden with the passage of time and the brevity of life. And yet, the tilt of this crow's head - is that a knowing smile? Broader feathers, wide wings - oh yes. And some big ol' feet and long legs, please. Now you're talking.
What has been uncovered while in the rabbit hole? The many sides of Alice, the peculiarity of life and the nonsense of trying to understand others and their realities, and the many dark shadows surrounding the creation of Alice in the real world. And as life imitates art, my own plunge into a rabbit hole has revealed nonsensical situations, people and dark shadows as well. I've got a pile of books in the studio, and I pause to read and reflect while contemplating the paintings in their various stages. Permission to Feel (recommended by blogger, reader and artist extraordinaire Dotty Seiter) has been a map through some of the more challenging parts of my own Wonderland. The Book of Delights, by Ross Gay, has me teary and grateful. Journey of the Heart, by John Welwood, has me nodding and feeling seen in the world of sensitive hearts. And now, these and others are interwoven here in the studio with Alice and all the symbolism of an extraordinary, timeless story. Let's head off together, dear reader, on the next adventure now. TTFN, Alice. I'm sure we'll be back again. xo
I'm lost in space again in the studio. It's an exhilarating place to be. Fueled by our most recent read, a delightful book in the Monk and Robot series. Filled with tea-serving traveling monks, robots who live in the wild and philosophies that just leave me weeping with delight. Life as imagined on this moon world is something to be carefully sipped and savored. What have I done this past year? I've thrown purposeful productivity to the wind in favor of a more meandering existence. I mean, I get the important things done, but maybe the most important thing is really simply existing. Just being is good enough. In fact, it's splendidly marvelous. It does result in a very random path in the studio, with no less than ten paintings in various stages of exploration. Each of them on top of a prior painting that has been recycled. And, thanks to the insightful recommendations of reader/artist Carol E, there is a huge container of cold wax and a new book of inspirational techniques waiting to become...something. Atoms arranged in the right way, perhaps? About the art - using the Afterlight app to insert an inspirational photo of a space helmet into a portrait reference photo, I created a jumping off point for a light pencil sketch on linen. Choosing an extremely narrow color palette and adding thinned layers of oil paint with rubber wedge, brush and fingers. Allowing dragged paint to become highlights and reflections. Wondering what the woman in the helmet is pondering.
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