I never got around to posting the final peach and final cat. Here are photos of the finished paintings:
This looks better in the original–the photo shows all the little flaws which don’t show up on the painting itself. It could be much better, but wow! “Who knew painting a peach was so hard!”
Thanks to comments from friendly critiquers, I changed kitty’s face and size. I also changed the title to Afternoon Nap.
I spent a long day Friday trying to finish a commission that seemed very simple at first, painting a peach to go with a painting I had sold a few years ago of a pear. The friend of the groom in an upcoming wedding wanted this as a wedding present and I agreed to do my best. The pear took me almost no time, but the peach! An entirely different proposition. Making sure it doesn’t look like an apple is just one difficulty. Here are some attempts, but I’m still trying for one that has the transparency and simplicity of the original pear.
After struggling for a while and needing a respite, I pulled out this painting, which you may recall, and played with it. The first version I seem not to have taken a photo of, but it was a still life done from a class set up, fairly traditional. I didn’t care for it, and tried to make it more abstract, but got carried away with the shapes and colors: 
Some people loved it, others were made anxious by the chaotic forms and incoherence. So here is the current iteration—a cat, (or perhaps a bowling ball with a head?), on a box. This one I like.
I intend to make kitty a little less rotund–at least with acrylic it really is simple to repaint, and repaint, and repaint.
I was eager to gain from the momentum of my 2015 watercolor classes, so this year I planned to dedicate to study and experiment (along with many hours spent studying Czech for our planned trip in April/May), rather than an emphasis on entering shows and selling. A torn rotator cuff was a complication I hadn’t expected, so slow and steady was my goal. I was also eager to make more use of my brand new printing press, so I took a short course in Printmaking at School 33. Two of the results:
Interior
Chrysanthemums
April came and we headed off to the Czech Republic, only to return after a week when my mother-in-law became ill and subsequently died. Another hard time which caused a gap in painting. This time, though, I dived right back in with a still life class, and despite the rotator cuff issue, I painted obsessively through June and July. The class required using acrylic, not at all my favorite medium, but I was happily surprised by the results:
These came out okay, right? So what’s the problem with acrylic paint? It just feels “wrong” (I’m an oil painter, after all); it dries incredibly fast, even becoming tacky in the midst of applying the paint; and it is a major pain to clean up! I’ve heard so many people say they use acrylic because the clean up is easy. Don’t believe it.
I haven’t abandoned oil of course. Here are my most recent two.
Looking over Vineyards, Croatia. We had a marvelous time last year in Croatia, and this view in the morning, just after rain, had a lovely, hazy atmosphere. I made a few pencil sketches while there in addition to a photo.
In a dream I saw a city invincible.
This painting was in fact inspired by a dream I had last year. I awoke with the dream still in my mind; a dream of a large, square painting, yellow ground and dark purple stripes of varying lengths. I quickly made a sketch, and then bought square canvas, plenty of yellow paint, and began working.
sketch and preliminary paint
Somehow the idea just didn’t work. I painted, and considered, and painted and considered, for many months, adding an orange square, changing the stripes subtly, until one day, all at once, the vision came together for me and I saw the whole painting I wanted. The Whitman poem, a favorite, seemed to fit so well what I wanted to express that I used part of it as the painting title.
I Dreamed In A Dream Walt Whitman
I DREAM’D in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the
attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;
I dream’d that was the new City of Friends;
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust
love—it led the rest;
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of
that city,
And in all their looks and words.
I’m working on these,
and I have numerous other paintings to complete, a lot of study and experimenting, more oil, watercolor, and even acrylic paintings, some printmaking, and possibly even more blog posts!
I never thought, when my Mother fell and broke her hip nearly two years ago, that I would have to take such a long break from working. One of my friends recently lamented having fallen off my blog email list, since she no longer received notifications of new work. This spurred me to get off my duff, but of course the longer the lapse, the harder to come back. Inertia, borne of lack of practice, fear, and apathy, seems to take over.
To regain the habit of working, I find it helpful to take classes or workshops. In spring 2015 I ventured north for Watercolor Monotypes at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia, then spent a week in July at my favorite summer workshop location, Wildacres on the Blue Ridge in North Carolina, where the Ringling School of Art and Design holds week-long programs. The class in Watercolor with Dwight Rose was wonderful and sparked my interest in the medium again, so I followed up with a watercolor class in the fall.
I painted these two watercolors looking over the Blue Ridge mountains. I used an easel instead of keeping the paper relatively flat, so there are some nice drippy areas in the trees. Top: Reach for the Sky, Lower: Bare Ruined Choirs.
Reflections on an Ebbing Tide, painted from a photo I took on the Outer Hebrides.
Quixotic, from a photo taken in Spain.
Tourist Boat, from a photo in Napflio, Greece
Cloudglow, downtown Baltimore on a summer evening. The photo unfortunately doesn’t do a good job of representing the painting–the color just won’t adjust correctly with the limited tools I have.
Taos Pueblo, from a photo I took on our New Mexico trip.
Last one, painted in Fall 2015. I can’t think of a decent title–any suggestions?
Despite having bought a ton of watercolor paper, I haven’t done any more recently, but I have been painting a lot in other mediums. Watch for a follow-up soon!
Being short of boats to mess about in, I have had to make do with paint. When I’m feeling stressed or just want to warm up after not painting for awhile, I’ll often pull out an old painting or a study and rework it. I don’t feel worried about how it will turn out, since it wasn’t going anywhere to begin with. Sometimes they turn out:
(These were originally black and white studies done in a class last winter.)
sometimes I’m not sure:
(a watercolor slightly cropped and matted)
and sometimes they are, in fact, a mess:
(This began as a collage of drawings from my Extrapolations class:
which I painted somewhat like the image on the right (no photo), then altered to the “mess” above. I really didn’t like it and wiped it back down to the image on the right, which I may or may not play with more sometime. They can’t all turn out.
By the way—this painting was one that I reworked and then modified somewhat after your helpful comments—here’s the modified version:
And if you haven’t looked at my website in awhile, I’ve been slowly updating it, so it’s worth taking another look.
Every time I plan a full schedule of work and classes, or am actually making progress in getting my life organized, something dire happens. I was excited about three new classes for this fall, classes in media or approaches that are new to me. However, my 90-year-old mother fell about 2 weeks ago and has been in the hospital since her hip surgery, with ever increasing complications. I haven’t had time to do much work, so until I get my life straightened out again, I thought of the many wonderful artists in the Baltimore area that you might enjoy looking at. Of course, there are many more than I can list here—Baltimore is full of talent, so here are a few to begin with.
My first class would have been Encaustic, with Lynn Poshepny. Lynn is a wonderfully enthusiastic and generous artist brimming with new ideas, and I was very sorry to have to give up that class, though I’m hoping to take it in the future. (I am still able to take Extrapolations with Wendy Cohen, whose teaching and ideas have me thinking in new ways about abstract art, and my Printmaking course doesn’t begin for a few more weeks.)
A few weeks ago I was delighted when Craig L. Haupt introduced himself at the opening for Station North’s Salon Show. His whimsical and inventive work fascinates me and never fails to boost my mood. One of his current projects is “The House that Jack Built,” for which he solicited suggestions from viewers as to what they would like to see included in the work.
Sam Robinson’s interiors, figures, landscapes, and equestrian art are gorgeous as he captures so beautifully the essence of his subjects. I particularly love the beautiful light in his comfortable, inviting, interiors, and the excitement and action in the racing paintings. I have to thank Sam as well for some very helpful tips on my own work.
If you love the natural world, you will love Meg Page’s exceptional watercolors, reminiscent of Durer in many ways.
Don’t miss Maxine Taylor‘s abstracts, full of motion and color. I can spend a great deal of time with each one, looking at the numerous small drawings which are perfectly integrated into the larger painting. Her Baltimore rowhouse paintings are also not to be missed.
A little farther afield, in Philadelphia, is Cynthia Harvey, whose art I stumbled upon on the internet. The forms of her figures are so simple and yet they include all the expression needed to give a complete feel for the figure and the personality behind it.
These are just a tiny sample of all the talent in Baltimore. I hope to add some more in the future, and also to get back to work myself very soon. For now, I hope you enjoy these artists’ work as much as I do.
One of the things I like about printmaking is that, perhaps because it is new to me, I feel able to experiment more and try slightly wacky things.Wacky to me, that is–there are much more adventurous artists around, but I seem to dip my toe very carefully into unfamiliar waters. I took a break from prints yesterday in order to finish a couple of oil paintings, one of which I began last summer on the Eastern Shore (MD). I painted over it with brighter colors and I’m pleased with the result–though I’m not really sure about the orange–is it too much? Too bright? Orange is actually one of my least favorite colors, and yet I find I use it more and more, liking the brightness and boldness that I think most other colors don’t achieve–except perhaps for shocking pink. What do you think? Comments welcome.
Eastern Shore Farmstead. Feel free to suggest a better title!
