Just a simple moment caught in time. A girl sings a song and twirls an umbrella. A cell phone camera captures the moment. That moment, shared among friends becomes a moment of inspiration. The artist eye sees that moment, and the urge to paint is there.
I can see the painting in my mind’s eye.
“Sure!” Mom says. “I’d love to see you paint this!”
We talk about what the painting could be, I throw out some ideas, thinking out loud. Then, back in the studio, I dive deeper into the image, and I realize that so much is said in so little.
As I worked on this painting, I came across this quote from Andrew Wyeth. It summed up my feeling of painting precisely.
My struggle is to preserve that abstract flash – like something you caught out of the corner of your eye, but in the picture you can look at it directly.
– Andrew Wyeth
My goal with the piece was to focus on her expression as she sings. Does she know that she is watched? Or is she simply not self-consciousness? As she twirls the umbrella, lost in her imaginary world, we have a small glimpse into the life of this little girl. Who were we at this age? Were we inhibited? Or did we talk to our dolls and ourselves? Did we read books without a care in the world and dress in what we fancied that day? Did we hold hands with our friends and skip to our own song? Do we remember ourselves?
Four months of drawing the figure two nights a week. Working from a model, we worked out proportions, foreshortening, anatomy, and skin tone values. Soon, it was time to create our final project. The assignment was open: the human figure as a representation of inner psychology. Although the focus was on drawing, we were allowed to use materials with which we were familiar. As much as I wanted to use oil paint, I immediately chose pastel.
As our instructor shared examples of artists using the human figure to express this idea, I wondered, don’t we do this every day in subtle ways? I looked around at the students, most of them were in their 20s. Their hair, clothing, backpacks, cigarettes, they way they stood, the use of headphones, was this not an expression of their inner psychology every day? Do we even realize what we do?
As I thought through ideas for the project, I thought about my nieces and nephews and how children clamor to be Spiderman, Superman, monkeys, dogs, and other creatures and heroes. “Pretend I’m a dog,” they clamor. “Pet me.” They pretend to do tricks. They embody the persona of that character. How many times as a child did I pretend to be a mother? An explorer? A writer? Acting out skits for classmates, I tried on various roles.
As adults, we take on roles of father, mother, millennial, hipster (is that still a thing?) executive, artist, activist, the list goes on and on. How many mornings have we stood in our closets preparing for the day and thinking about what to wear to fulfill that role? And how many times have we thought, I have nothing to wear?
All these ideas rolled around and turned over in my mind. I began to think of our clothing as masks we wear and how we can hide our true feelings. And, how we express ourselves through the way we dress and look. How we choose how we want others to see us.
Thinking about masks, preparing for the day, hiding our identity, consciously or otherwise, I searched through my house and decided to use a Venetian mask and myself as the model.
Using a camera on a tripod with a self-timer, I posed with various masks and body positions. After several hours and dozens of shots to get the mirror image ‘just right’, I then cropped and the image and tested a color palette on various papers.
Here, dressed in a simple black dress, a woman holds a mask to her face. Is she preparing for a night out or a day at work? What do we assume about her from the mask? How do we read her eyes shining through? When you look at the image, what do you see?
For a week, I stood in the backyard studying the form and color of lilacs. Hidden among the trees, I tested out Cobalt Violet, Cobalt Violet Deep, Alizarin Crimson, Ultramarine Blue, Pthalo Blue, Raw and Burnt Umber and Rose Red Deep.
Time was running out as the temperatures climbed. Soon, the lilac blooms would fade. It was either now or wait another year.
I cleared the studio, set up the still life stand, took a deep breath, and filled a bucket with freshly snipped lilacs. Then, I arranged them in a large vase with a deep violet velvet backdrop. For the next three days, I painted hour after hour each day, creating the forms of the lilacs while breathing in their soft perfume.
It’s time for our 3rd Annual Expressions Art Show here in Fort Collins. I’m excited to show some new floral paintings that I’ve been working on as well as a couple of figurative pieces. Branching out into floral and figurative work has been a challenge and I look forward to sharing them with you.
The show runs for two weeks, Wed-Sat, July 25 – August 4 from 12-6pm
Our Artist’s Reception will be Friday, August 3rd, 6-9 pm
The show includes wood-turning, felted sculpture, photography and of course paintings ranging from abstract to realism, in large and small formats. It’s a fun show, and we hope you’ll be able to make it.
That day, I drove up to Steamboat and found the town blanketed in fog and rain. Anxious to get out and explore, I quickly checked in with my roommates, and ventured out in search of painting locations.
Within minutes, I found the Yampa river and a pedestrian bridge with a perfect view of the Yampa River and a foggy mountain in the distance. Crouched under my umbrella, I painted as quickly as I could. The rain came in waves, dripping from me and the umbrella. Once the palette filled with water and my gloves were soaked, it was time to go and warm up.
Needless to say, it was an adventurous day of painting! You can see my other paintings from the 2017 SAM Plein Air Event, here.
”On the Cob” was such a fun painting to make. It reminded me of childhood summers and working in the garden with my Dad.
For as long as I can remember, my father planted a large garden. And, he still does. I loved to help him. As I placed corn kernels, hunks of potato, and tiny onions in the ground, a feeling of hope and promise filled me. I marveled at the straight rows, and the little seeds that grew into giants. Planting miniature versions of vegetables felt like a million little possibilities.
In August, we could start to pick the corn. Pulling away the husk, was like unwrapping a present. Under the papery wrapper, rows and rows of sweet kernels waited for a slather of butter and salt. We devoured those ears of corn on the cob. Fresh green beans, cucumber salad, and baby potatoes completed any meal.
Even though I don’t have a large garden, I still love to plant seeds, and see those little seeds reach for the sun.I especially love it when I can step outside to ‘pick dinner.Although I didn’t pick this ear of corn from my garden, I still delight in knowing that a seed created this ear of corn. And, there’s nothing like the taste of fresh corn on the cob, slathered in butter and salt!
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Where you lucky enough to take art classes in middle or high school? Do remember drawing a self-portrait?
I remember drawing a self-portrait on two occasions; once in elementary school and once in middle school. I remember that the drawings all had almond-shaped eyes, round heads and a front view.
As a kid, I don’t remember giving much thought to how the self-portrait looked in elementary school. We knew our features. I had brown hair, blue eyes, red lips and whatever color shirt I had on. Done!
In middle school, I dreaded that assignment. The extent of our instruction was various face shapes: round, oval, heart, and square. There was no consideration to bone structure, muscles, turning form or the effects of light. (Of course, there’s a good chance we wouldn’t have paid much attention anyway.) At the time, I felt foolish looking into a mirror and analyzing my face and features in front of other students. As if middle school wasn’t challenging enough, now we had to parade our insecurities in front of the class! I still had brown hair and blue eyes, but how do I make it look like me? Needless to say, that drawing didn’t make it to the refrigerator.
Fast forward a couple of decades and dial-up the notch of desire to learn. Suddenly, a little instruction, a few years of practice and deeper knowledge made a difference in the outcome.
As many of you know, I’ve been taking figure drawing at the community college this semester. Our assignment this past week was to complete a self-portrait in pastel. Oh, the students moaned and groaned. I could feel the anxiety as our instructor shared the assignment. I simply smiled to myself and thought, “This is going to be fun”.
This time, drawing a self-portrait was more fun and insightful than the second attempt (or third, fourth or fifth time for that matter). No longer did I critique the shape of my nose, the asymmetry of my eyes, or the countless sunspots. Instead, I found myself seeing shape, form, the way light travels across the forehead, through the eyes, and around the nose. I saw how the light bounced off the cheekbone and curved over the chin. I saw the softness of the cheek, the fullness of the lip, the angle of the ear, the way the head connects to the neck.
Oh sure, I see where I can improve the drawing. This or that could line up better. That could angle more, this could soften here. Thankfully, as artists, we know there is always room for improvement. Learning to see what we want is the first step to creating.
Rembrandt pastels (black and white), grey Canson Mi-Tientes paper (smooth side), fixative (this will darken everything), tortillion and Faber-Castell pastel pencils (black and white).
The new year started off with a challenge to paint or draw from life every day for the month of January. One of my “New Year’s Resolutions” is to draw and paint from life more often. What better way to start than by drawing or painting every day?
The goal was to deepen my understanding of turning form in space and make it appear dimensional on a flat surface while understanding the complexity of color in that process.
Here is the result from January.
Of course, finding the time isn’t always easy. Many paintings ‘failed’. More than once, I resorted to drawing. Some days the weather cooperated for some wintry scenes. Some subjects proved far more difficult than I imagined.
I also experimented with a new Belgian linen (that I love), an alkyd linen that is highly absorbent (useful in certain situations), a Stillman-Birn sketching journal (Zeta Series – love it!), and prepared for an upcoming semester of figure drawing.
The power of practice can never be underestimated. Thank you to Strada Easel for encouraging us to take on the challenge.