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:
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.
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.
Palette Williamsburg Italian Yellow Ochre, Permanent Green, Sap Green, Payne’s Grey, Italian Black Roman Earth. Gamblin, Naples Yellow Hue, Olive Green, Cobalt Blue, Cerulean Blue, Titanium White and Burnt Umber.
Here is the first en plein air, above is the abstraction that I am experimenting with. Easy to do on this piece because I am not emotionally attached to it at all. But I love how much brighter it looks, and how cool it looks. Below, it feels like it was painted by a hack (maybe. :/) Should we call this reastraction? Abstract Realism? Realistic Abstraction?
“be like the flower, and turn your face to the sun.” ~ khalil gibran
we spend the morning clearing away the snow. he works on his aunt’s driveway and i on ours, hers and his mother’s down the street. the dog is joyful to be in the snow the men are in the street snow blowing, the plow has not yet come through. later i get a haircut and then spend some time shopping with and having dinner with, my daughter. i come home late and crawl into his bed, he wraps his arms around me, holding me so close, with such strength. I close my eyes and breath in the smell of him, and visions pass before my eyes, of birds and sunshine, and lilies.
Today’s page. A female figure is lying on the snow, eye’s closed she has made a snow angel. All around her are trees from a bird’s eye view, they are smaller than her, so most important is the figure, the trees cast blue shadows on the snow. Far above her, is a bird designed to resemble the Holy Spirit, because it is to represent her spirit, flying over head view all that is below, including the embodiment of the spirit, the figure. So that is the description. I am not exactly sure what it means. Just that in the woods, she is at peaceful and full of spirit.