This month, we are meeting at the Grand Rapids Area Public Library on June 14th from 9am-12pm. The library sits along the edge of the Mississippi with a walking path that runs from downtown to the Veteran’s Memorial Park. There are pedestrian footbridges, views of the paper mill (if you want an urban challenge), the dam, and plenty of trees, flowers and river views.
Bring a lunch to enjoy at one of the picnic tables along the walkway or visit on of the nearby restaurants for lunch.
A right of passage for classical atelier training includes copying Bargue Studies. Created by Charles Bargue and Jean-Léon Gérôme and published between 1866 and 1871, over 197 lithographs were printed as individual sheets for aspiring artists to copy until 1911 when the firm reproducing the lithographs was dissolved.
Now compiled into a book, the Charles Bargue Drawing Course is used by many academies and ateliers which focus on classical realism to train the eye of the student.
Of course we start with simpler exercises, that use primarily straight lines and then build in complexity.
The goal is to match the line quality (thin and thick, light and dark) as well as the shape, curvature, and proportions. The example on the left shows how to simplify the drawing with straight lines before adding curves.
Each drawing is taped to a board with a sheet of paper next to it. A plumb line is drawn along with a horizontal line. From there, the student steps back a few paces and uses either a string or long tip of a pencil to ‘eyeball’ distances, angles, and eventually gradation of value.
Click on each image for the full view. Coming next: Stage two, drawing plaster casts.
Come to downtown Grand Rapids from 4 – 7 pm for a free, family-friendly community celebration of art and creativity.
I am excited to announce that I am participating in my hometown’s First Friday Art Walk (for the first time!), October 4th from 4-7 pm at Project Care (100 NW 3rd Street).
The Grand Rapids Art Walk is going to be active and full with an additional 200-300 people expected in the area for the Rural Arts and Culture Summit. Stop in at Project Care Free Clinic of Grand Rapids, MN at 100 NW 3rd Street (across from the Herald-Review office) to meet me and fellow artist Larissa True.
If the weather is clear – there will be pop-up sales out front with a bonfire and more fun. Light refreshments will be served. I hear smore’s are in the works!
For a full list of venues and artists, check out Grand Rapids Arts. There are 15 venues to choose from and a variety of art from paintings, murals, and photography to live music and wood carvings. The event is free, family friendly and open to the public.
Three weeks ago, I packed my Prius and headed north on I-25, rolling over the hills and plains of Wyoming, South Dakota and North Dakota, traveling 500 miles. Just before I reached Canada, I turned east and drove another 500 miles. Gradually the prairie gave way to clusters of trees, and I found myself passing through familiar territory of my hometown. There, I visited my family before continuing the final 75 miles to Duluth, MN.
Today, we finished our first week of class, and I’m exhausted. Standing in front of an easel for 7 hours a day, copying drawings, measuring angles, distance, space, and line, we search for errors of millimeters, all in preparation for working with a model in October, where fractions of inches and angles make a difference.
One of the greatest challenges is maintaining focus for
lengthy periods of time. Luckily, the
time is punctuated with short lectures and critiques. We generally slip on our headphones and get
lost in a world of line and shape, coming up for air at lunchtime. Occasionally there’s a mutter as we talk to
ourselves, or a sigh of frustration as we miss our mark.
Slowly, we are developing our ability to see and enable our
hands and pencils create the mark we want. Paper, pencil, eraser. The simplest of tools that provide the
foundation for great works of art. What will
we do with those tools? Where will this
Much like learning to play the piano, we start with the
basic notes, finding our own version of middle C with a plumb line. From there, we practice scales and small
melodies of abstract shapes. To move
into chords, we must first master the basic notes. And to do that, we must practice, and
practice, and practice.
First, I will sleep.
Have a great weekend, friends.
PS: It’s been raining all week. Waves of water and wind. Definitely not sunny Colorado. Thank goodness
for Amazon delivery. My vitamin D arrived
Sitting in a grain truck, ten feet off the ground, I watch the sun set though a bank of storm clouds. Dust drifts through the air, kicked up by two combines moving in tandem across a field of wheat. A feeling of gratitude washes over me, while I simultaneously sense all that we take for granted.
My uncle, cousin, and their three hired hands work their synchronized dance of harvesting wheat, and I have the privilege of looking into their world for a moment. An average family farm on the plains of North Dakota, they grow wheat, soybeans, and canola. Having already already cleared a field to the north, they moved the equipment to the south field, and hope the impending storm continues to move north.
While I ride along, pestering him with questions, my cousin drives the grain truck and collects wheat from the combines as they work their way across the field. From there it is transferred to the waiting semi-truck trailer and hauled back to the farm. Eventually it will make its way to market.
From the outsiders view the process seems easy. The view from the driver’s seat is another story. As the dust flies through the air and I marvel at the computer screen and the size of the tires, I ask my cousin, “Do you maintain all of this equipment too?” He shrugs his shoulders as if to say, of course we do. How else would it get done? “Yep,” he says as he checks the rear camera on the console and sets the GPS to auto-drive.
The machinations of the farm, from preparing food for the workers to maintaining equipment, deciding what to plant, where to plant, when to plant, when to harvest, when to sell. And the thousands of decisions and actions that goes into this one operation swirls through my mind like a movie in fast forward.
And yet, people across the country do this very day. People run businesses that make the materials, that make the things that we need and use every day. It’s easy to forget what goes into a loaf of bread and assume it will be on the shelf.
And we know this is true for everything. When I left the house Saturday morning to drive a thousand miles across the great expanses of Wyoming, South Dakota and North Dakota to the northwoods of Minnesota with tears leaking out of my eyes, seeking one more embrace, telling my beloved, “I’ll see you soon. I love you,” I took it all for granted. My car, the gas stations, the quality of the road, the beauty of the rolling hills, fields of hay, wheat, sunflowers, grass, open space, even the oil fields were taken for granted.
It’s easy to assume that each of these things will be there when we need them, running in the background of our lives. That the farmers and oil workers, the construction crews and emergency responders will be there when we need them. We take for granted that each day, across our country and our world, people will get up, go to work in the morning, and do their jobs that make the world go round, just as regularly as the sun rises and sets.
Just as easily, it’s easy to take for granted that I will walk back into my home a couple of months from now and feel as if I never left. To believe that my loved one will be waiting for me, and we will pick up where we left off.
In mid July, I was gathering my things for another yurt trip. After a fun adventure in June, I booked a second trip. This time, Andrea Gabel and I were planning a three night getaway to paint in the wilderness of State Forest State Park. We were excited about the trip and ready for some serious painting time.
The night before I was to leave, the phone rang. First of all, I rarely have the ringer volume on. Secondly, the few phone calls I get are usually robo calls. I looked down at the phone. It was my Dad. While my Dad and I get along great. He’s not one to call and ‘shoot the breeze’. Phone calls are generally limited to my birthday and bad news. Needless to say, my first thought was, “what’s wrong?” Please don’t be bad news, please don’t be bad news.
It was bad news. My cousin Jon and his wife Cara had been killed in a car accident. They were only in their late 20s. It was just a normal day. A normal drive. Good weather. A truck crossed the line, and the end was instant. Their little girl survived. Devastating news.
As you can well imagine, I was heartbroken. On the one hand, I felt relieved that my parents were ok, as well as my siblings and their families. On the other hand, I felt devastated for my aunt and uncle and the friends and family of Jon and Cara. The loss welled up and spilled over. Shocked at the news, time crawled to a near standstill.
The next day, I decided to go on our trip anyway. Time in the woods soothes my soul and quiet time felt right. And sure enough, I felt a sense of peace and calm. Especially when we came across a stand of old growth aspens rising up to the sky surrounded by wild columbine, and vistas for miles.
I sat with a tree trunk, drawing for hours. We returned the next day and I did an oil sketch of the scene. Weeks later, after the Celebration of Life and a return to the every day, I revisited the idea and decided to start a fresh piece. From my studies and memory, the painting Aspen Forest developed. After finishing the painting, I realized the prominence of the small aspen tree growing next to the old, rotted trunk. Death and life. Rebirth.
First off a huge THANK YOU! to everyone for your well wishes, orders, connections, and help these past couple of weeks.
I have officially sent off my tuition deposit, I’m still looking for a place to live, as well as a job. So far, I have managed to clean out my crawl space, donate two carloads of stuff to ARC/Goodwill, taken my car in for service, and I have almost cleaned out my storage unit. Nothing like a deadline to make me tick off all those items on the to-do list that should have been done 6 mos – 5 years ago.
And! I have shipped off paintings, prints, and greeting cards to several of you. Thank you to my fellow artists, patrons, collectors, and friends for your financial support and the many connections you have in Duluth, MN.
Several of you have asked some really good questions about the Great Lakes Academy of Fine Art and my plans for this fall. Here are some answers to your questions.
#1 When are you leaving?
I’m planning to leave the 24th of August. I still have to find a place to live. I’m looking for a room to rent or a house share, so I pretty much have to be there in person to look at a place and meet the people. Hopefully that will come together the last week of August, and I can move in shortly after.
#2 When does school start?
School starts the 6th of September. We have a work day to begin. Everyone helps to clean, get the place set-up for working, and generally get to know everyone. Our first official day of school is the following Monday.
#3 How long is it?
The program itself is four years. Right now, I’m taking it one day at a time. If I start thinking that far ahead, I get a little panicky. So, let’s not think about that.
#4 Isn’t it really cold up there?
Well…how do you define cold? Antarctica cold when you get frostbite after standing outside for 10 minutes cold? Ummm…yeah. It gets pretty cold in December and January. What better excuse do you need to stay focused on on task?
I grew up in Northern Minnesota and I have to admit, I’m looking forward to winter. Not necessarily to sub-zero temperatures or sunset at 4pm, but to the brilliance of snow and the feeling of being alive in the elements. You might have to remind me of this when I’m complaining about how dark and cold it is in January.
#5 How did you decide on this school?
I have been looking at schools for quite some time. When I came across an interview that Jeffrey Larson did with Michael Klein from East Oaks Studio, I was quite surprised to find a school of this caliber near my hometown. I was equally surprised to see that it was on the list of approved school by the Art Renewal Center, whose mission is to support the revival of realism in the visual arts. The have approved about 80 schools around the world that teach technical skills in drawing and painting. What are the chances there would be one so close to my family?
Although I would love to study at the Florence Academy in Italy or the Grand Central Atelier in New York, I was intrigued by this little school in Duluth, MN. After listening to the interview and later visiting the school, it felt like a solid fit.
Interview of Jeffrey T. Larson
Fast forward to 0:15 to listen.
Scroll down. I have no idea why there’s a space here.
Studio Sale Continues
The studio sale continues through August 21st. The last ship date before I pack up the car and head north. There are several studies and studio paintings still available. Free shipping too!
Let me know if you have other questions. I’m planning to chronicle my journey to share this unique experience with you, as well as remember this time in my life. I hope you’ll enjoy the experience too.
1. Add to your fine art collection. I have updated my website with a HUGE sale. AND, free shipping/delivery is included. Over the past two years, I have diligently studied the landscape through drawing and studying with Deborah Paris. Perhaps you have seen a change my approach to landscape painting?
2. Start a fine art collection. When you grow up with prints and reproductions, it’s easy to under estimate the power of owning a piece of fine art. Seeing the bushstrokes, the vibration of color, and how the light reflects off the paint is an experience that can only be enjoyed first hand. Now is the perfect time to start your own fine art collection.
3. Commission a piece of fine art for your yourself. Do you have a favorite tree or location? Would you like to have a memory of that piece hanging in your home? I have room in my schedule for 2-3 commissions this fall. After all, being able to paint rather than waitress would be much preferred. Contact me to discuss your idea.
4. Commission a piece of fine art as a gift. Perhaps you and a love one share a favorite location or you have a memory you’d like to treasure. We can work together to create the perfect gift for your loved one.
5. Give the gift of art. Whether it’s a commemorative gift, or you’re searching for an unique gift, the gift of fine art will wow any recipient.
6. Gift Certificates. Not ready to pick out a piece of artwork for someone else? Give a gift certificate in any denomination and give them the joy of choosing the right piece for their home.
7. Donate. I know several of my friends are minimalists. No problem! I have set up a simple way for you to contribute through donation. No fancy website. No Go Fund Me page. Just a simple link to donate to tuition and travel expenses. Every little bit helps. Whether it’s $5 or $500, you’ll receive a surprise gift in return.
8. Continue to support the journey through likes, shares, and comments on social media. All of your interactions help to spread the word and give me moral support. Although I’m not one for sharing many details of my life in public, knowing you are there and encouraging me, makes all the difference.
9. Connections. Do you know anyone in the Duluth, MN area that may be hiring? I’m looking for evening and weekend work (right now, I’m open to ideas). Inexpensive living accommodation connections would be great too.
10. Last but certainly not least, your prayers and support. Change is never easy and just thinking about student life gives me flashbacks to being a poor college student. Your prayers for safe travel, good health, focus, time for study and time for family are greatly appreciated.
Last Ship Date – August 21st
A Quick Note on Frames. I have listed most oil paintings unframed and pastel paintings with the frame. Almost any piece can easily be framed for your convenience. They range in price from $25 to $200 depending on the size of the artwork with an average of $85.
I have some incredible news to share with you. In fact, it’s so exciting, I can hardly believe it’s true.
As many of you know, I came to art later in life. Although it’s something I always enjoyed, creativity wasn’t allotted much time, as I focused on pursuing a ‘serious’ career. In fact, It wasn’t until I was in my mid-30s that I followed my inner creative voice, making handmade cards, working with paper and ink, making some of my own clothes, and designing knitted projects.
Starting around 2010, a dear friend and I would get together regularly at her home to create art. We focused largely on paper, collage, and mixed media, working primarily in ink and watercolor. One summer, her Aunt Katie came to visit and we spent an afternoon creating together. At over 80 years old, Katie put pencil, pen and watercolor to paper, making simple images from her mind and memory. Small paintings magically appeared on her paper. In that short week, I saw the door to an art career open for the first time. It was just a crack, but there was enough room to let the light shine.
About 2 years later, my friend Shirley passed from cancer, and I knew it was time to make a change. I enrolled in a 6 week acrylic art class with a local teacher, and I was hooked on painting.
For the past six years, I hobbled together an art education through drawing classes at the local community college, workshops with various instructors, self-study, online classes, almost daily drawing and painting from life, studio work, plein air painting, and a mentorship with Deborah Paris. My focus has been on landscape painting with some still life, portrait and figure drawing and painting added here and there.
Where Is This Going?
Well, after much deliberation and reflection, I decided to take a leap, and applied to the Great Lakes Academy of Fine Art. I’m so thrilled to share that I have been accepted to attend this fall. I feel elated, intimidate, excited, scared, and just about every other feeling you can imagine.
Mostly, I feel hopeful about where my career will go as an artist, and the discipline and skills I will develop in the years to come. This path is not easy. I’ll be working part-time to pay for living and travel expenses and attending classes Monday-Friday from 9 am – 5 pm with breaks for Thanksgiving, Christmas and Spring Break.
Needless to say, I cannot thank you all enough for your support and encouragement on this journey.
How You Can Help
Over the next week, I will be photographing and posting new artwork, hosting an online sale of all prints, greeting cards, and artwork. If you are looking for early Christmas presents, here’s a great opportunity! Or, if you have been thinking about requesting a commission, I have room in my schedule for 2-3 commissions before the holidays.
And, for the minimalists out there, you are welcome to donate to the cause.
While the journey will be long and challenging, it is also exciting. You are welcome to join me on Facebook or Instagram as I share updates on this journey.
Thank you for your love and encouragement along this path!
How does one capture the feeling of wind, the scent of salt on the air, or the crush of sand beneath one’s feet? Can we create the movement of clouds scuttling and forming across the sky? Or the sun bouncing off the ocean bottom as the waves crash along the shore?
Can the ocean’s expanse be conveyed to someone who as never stood on the edge of the sea? Or must you have also tasted salt on your lips, and felt the sand squish between your toes?
Standing on the beach with the wind blowing and the waves crashing, I created a small oil painting. And I wished I could hold the moment forever. That I would always remember what it was like to walk the beach, and watch the clouds race across the sky. That I could recall the feeling of the sun on my back, and how the clouds formed over the island and disappeared across the sea. Would I remember the wispy twist of the pine trees? Could I sit in my studio of recall the rustling of palm fronds?
Back in the studio, I returned to that study. For a moment, those paintings brought be back to the beach. And, from them, I created this pastel painting of Cayman Islands beach.