Not sure where I am going or why, but here are two new pieces. The first inspired while listening to the My Favorite Murder podcast. The second inspired by a photo of cleaning supplies I saw on Pinterest.
These are some of the pieces I have been working on this summer. A few were unfinished pieces, that I finally got around to completing. The three medicinal herbs, wintergreen, bridewort and foxglove are all on 5×7″ canvas board. Painted from my own photo collection. The American Catalpa is painted from a tree in my own backyard. The abstracted painting of blue and yellow and green trees started out en plein air but was abstracted in studio and is still incomplete. The black lab was a photo from camping last summer at a hunting camp on Copper Lake near Old Forge NY. And is a painting of my dog. The two recent abstractions painted on gessoed archival canvas board with a gallery frame, are inspired by the Schweinfurth’s Quilting by the Lake show.
I have not painted A lot this summer, what with babysitting my precious, bright, cheerful, and darling grand daughter. Wouldn’t change a single thing there. Would go through every trauma, struggle and heartbreak a thousand times to have her in my life. I also have been struggling with the chronic disease that reared its ugly head after a 1200 calorie diet threw my whole system off. I have lost weight but at what price? I am also taking a graduate arts administration class this summer which is super time consuming but worth it. I am also downsizing tremendously and have gotten rid of some furniture, electronics, books which I can no longer read due to my vision problems (thank the goddess for iPads), clothing, purses, shoes and household items. And of course flat water paddling is my favorite past time besides babysitting, painting and reading. (I must have read 15 books already this summer).
I am am thinking about how all my work fits together, and really having some deep meta cognitive thoughts. I want to put my love of fiber arts, my realism, my abstractions, my love of line pattern and color altogether into a coherent retrospective of my work. I guess that is my next goal to kind of weed out more chafe and sort it all into a timeline and mental gathering of my life’s work.
Thats it. 😘😘
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One of the first master copies I ever did was one of the incarnations of Paul Cezanne’s Mt. Saint Victoire. During a critique the other day I was called an American Abstract artist which made me think of my inspirations throughout the years, Cezanne, the artists of The Steiglitz liniage, O’Keeffe, Hartley and Dove and how I have noticed some similarities in their paintings as shown above. Less so with the O’Keeffe but I am sure there is one out there I have to find it, that shows direct influence of Cezanne.
These are a few favorites:
I am also a big fan of Henry Moore (not an American abstract artist but a defining influence) and his flowing forms and smooth lines
And and the simplified shapes and smoothness of the paint and the flowing lines of Thomas Hart Benton
Other artists her artists whom I love and have influenced me are Wassily Kandinsky, Kathe Kollwitz and Ansel Adams:
What these all have to do with each other is beyond me at the moment. Maybe a better analyst can help me figure it out? I would love to hear someone else’s thoughts on this.
I have been cleaning out my old art work , trying to be discerning about what I have done, using old pieces for the class I am taking (collage to prepare for a painting) and just generally organizing my space. I have some ways to go because I need to organize my small closet, take over the “gun room” (shh tell no one!) and work on my storage area. There are some other things in my work space that I find irritating and have to be set up better. For me, being a messy artist doesn’t work, I hate bumping stuff off shelves with my elbow, or not having a safe place to put my tea.
I found this while going through my flat files:
The assignment was to make several collages and then create a painting form the collage. Because I was seeking something different with the endless tired still life, I was told to create four or five paintings based on my backyard painting. See below. I think for this reason they have a feeling of collage. The painting with the small cutout tree. And the full chickadee is my favorite.
I did both I half assed the collages, taking old images of my own work and slapping them together into something new. I have at least two good paintings out of that. I have an unfinished collage that is very intriguing and every time I walk by it I say OH. I accidentally made a discovery when I was cleaning and placed it on a piece of paper that I liked but didn’t use and it has potential.
I think I will work on those a bit today before my meeting.
These two paintings I worked on yesterday. I am quite happy with one of them. The other is in need of additional work. Especially now that I look at it online. It helps my eyes somehow to see it backlit and smaller I can focus on what it needs better.
Still adjusting to my new eyes.
The final weeks of work before my class ends. I have learned a lot from this class, but the most important thing that I have learned is not to take a graduate level painting class again. I really was relegated to returning to being an undergraduate, lots of review, and after the midterm (which three weeks was spent on a tired still life) with NO extra work. Yawn.) I insisted on being given a bit more free rein, which he interpreted as stay home one day a week and paint. And I interpreted as I don’t have time to work with you individually. I paid for graduate level class work and was given undergrad work. I paid for the same attention as the other grad student and got less. And I think he thinks I am a hack too. (Because now I do) because of some things he has said. One that he didn’t want me using canvas from home because he didn’t want it on cheap flimsy frames. I have been using heavy duty stretcher strips for YEARS, and the only reason I switched to canvas board, is because it is easier to store. I have now moved on to Ampersand archival gesso board, which he claims will warp, and now I looking at bass board boxes. At least my work is gallery ready.
Or is it?
No my framer who is an artist in his own right is only right for a certain market. And my reclaimed frames also not gallery ready. And if only I would find my audience.
And do a collage, six.
I did collage for two whole years, and then fabric collage.
He tosses the work to one side. Stopping to look at only one or two.
I am Amelie melting into a splash of puddle.
I wake this morning and an idea comes to me. I sketch it out. Everyone is sold out of the 11″x14″ Basswood panels.
I will paint it on my stretched canvas, on heavy duty stretcher strips that I prepared a year and a half ago.
I know I have an attitude.
I spent the morning cleaning and organizing the studio. Having the desk next to my work table was just awkward and was a poor use of the desk. After several hours of work I went out for fish at Rudy’s a local iconic favorite.
When I returned I got to work on an assignment for the graduate painting class I am taking at SUNY Oswego. I took the class to improve my skills and to start to show my work, because it is ridiculous that I have been painting and making art for 25 years and have had no commercial exposure. After completing the painting of the back yard, the assignment was to make some collages based on my backyard painting but collages in general.
I was kind of being a snot, because I think the professor is underestimating my experience and a comment he made on Thursday seemed to be a tick in the column of hmmm about using quality stretcher strips (for over 13 years?) okay anyway.
The first piece here is a painting I did while living with a person who was not very good for me spiritually I painted the background, and then I painted the dejected angel put along they were not very good. So I combined them. As I look at it, it is so much a reflection of the neighborhood and the feeling I had while living there. I can totally see the whole situation in the painting. But y0u would have to walk the same third mile stretch of road with the multistory nursing home and feel the watchful eye of the neighbor who had a murder in her house thirty years previously and the bitchy Indian woman who didn’t want me training my dog on the street, and the German Aunt and mother who were constantly overwhelming me and the man, with his he is a bully and a clown persona.
Not sure, would LOVE commentary.
I took a marker drawing of a city, Petare (Spelling?) a slum in Venezuela, was partially the inspiration, and honestly I wish my ex husband could see this doodle because he loved it. Anyway. I added the sun that I put into a doodle I did while I was laid up for over a week with severe back pain. I could not walk or even move easily. Excruciating. I drew two doodles of spines, when I first posted them online my high school friend who has a bad back and MS immediately recognized the spines and the pain in the drawings.
I loved the colors together and had to make very few changes to fit the two pieces together. When I was obsessed with collage about 15 years ago I did several pieces where the city was overwhelming nature, so very much a part of my psyche and spirit at the time, having grown up in farm country, and the deep woods of upstate (real upstate not Westchester County) NY and the remote hills streams and meadows of Columbia County. For some reason this all just fits for me. The strength of the backbone hugging the fire of the sun rise and the silhouettes of the trees, a symbol for me of the self and now the blue river washing clean the grungyness of the city.
The two sumo wrestlers, not really but maybe, the two curvalicious female figures at odds with one another is much better in natural light, and is not complete. See below for the remaining four pieces.
So the three collages are all experiments with what I want to do for a final project for the painting class. I hate them all. But the one with the pine tree branches against the blue sky and the negative space tree is tolerable. I have more to do and will add to this when I make a final painting for the class.
I have been wanting for a long time to do a piece with maps this is just an experiment and I am sure more will come later this is not finished nor fully actualized.