Words & Blues

Bird, Blue.

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This is another painting that I started last year, and only finished recently. Like the others, I got started, and then I got lost–usually because I had no idea how to do what I wanted to do. Or even had no idea at all what I wanted to do next. In this case, I lost track of the reference photo, so had to make things up if I was going to continue. A year later, and I have more ideas so I have been pulling out the half-finished paintings to…read more

le chat nu.

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Translation: the nude cat (Sphinx cat) Pen and ink with Copic marker eyes. Whiskers are a bit of magic realism.

Mother and Daughter

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I painted this watercolor for my daughter-in-law Elise and my son Chris. It’s from a beautiful mother and daughter photo (I presume Chris took it; he’s a good photog). The tenderness of the moment was very touching. I sent it to them as a Christmas present.

Talking Food

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My breakfast was spontaneously trying to communicate with me. It was kind of tragic, but it was still tasty.

The Mountain Seen

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Back into watercolor class last week. I painted the rough (darks only, so working in reverse for watercolor) of this a little over a week ago. Over the weekend, I added the lighter details and did some fix-up on the forms. It worked out to do the darker stuff first – when I added the shadows and such, there was some bleeding of the darker colors, which was precisely correct. The snow reflects every color it “sees” from land and sky. From a photo provided by our wonderful instructor, Cheryl…read more

The Life of Memories, and Memories of Life

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I can see the past more clearly now See how it’s fitted, or ought to have been. Classical piano, tears, rebellion; Schoolyard bullies, kisses, bravado. Now: this feeling in the pit of of my stomach At how untouchable it is… If I’m too careful, I see the jumping and frolicking falling away, My face hardening: less surprised and more serious by the day. Oh, It’s just songs and dreams, but so much is Frozen firm there, in the ancient ice.   A reaction to this.

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Human nature deconstructed

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Cruising online? You’ll see a fireman saving a cat, but also murders most foul. The paradox of human nature. One is a blessed affirmation of humanity; The other is a chokehold on your heart. Straddling that divide is enough To give anyone a hernia. And yet: that is us. Because: Who sees genocide as an extension Of crossing the street to avoid a black man? Who sees the courage in reining in one’s own bias? Who is authorized to stand up to a cop who is Getting in the face of a black Everyman who…read more

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Keith Richards portrait, with markers

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Not just any markers, mind you. Copic Sketch markers, which are specially designed for use by artists. They have two ends (a broad tip and a fine tip), and are refillable. They come in a huge variety of colors. This started as a pencil sketch, then waterproof ink to establish the main lines, and finally markers for color and shade.

#30-B: Casual Evil – 30 paintings in 30 days

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The last one! It’s been quite an adventure. As I posted earlier today in the Facebook group that stated this odyssey of a painting a day: “The month went by in waves. Some days I struggled, some days I did interesting things, but a few times during the month things really came together and I painted something that I really loved.  It was the act of painting nearly every day (and doubling up at times to keep up) that was what meant the most. I saw painting in ways that I…read more

#30-A: Edith – 30 paintings in 30 days

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A portrait of a woman silenced by circumstances beyond her control. “Edith” refers to the target of Archie Bunker’s phrase: “Stifle yourself,” as if it were a woman’s job to abuse herself. I’ve learned over the last few years what women have to deal with on a daily basis. In my imagination, this represents the awful past: a woman with great heart who has wound up with a cruel husband, trapped on a land claim way out west. It just breaks my heart to think of her, because surely there…read more