Lounging with the Cat, oil, 6 x 6, $150.
I spent many years drawing and painting the figure…Maybe I will try some more of these….hmmm.
Lounging with the Cat
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Baby and Dad
Baby and Dad, oil, 8 x 6, sold.
We went to a place to eat after I painted in the park and I saw this adorable baby and was about to shoot it when the mother looked at me and asked what I was up to. I told her the truth, but also that I hadn’t actually done it. A bit later she came over to apologize and explain herself. She imagined I was judging her when nothing could have been further from the truth…so we made up and I shot some beautiful photos of the baby being held by his dad…and we exchanged info…and I sent her the photo of the painting…and they bought it….Happy ending indeed.
And BTW, I’d be happy to do a commission for you too!
Bert Sans Shirt 3,
Bert Sans Shirt 3, oil, 8 x 6, $125.
This one was done with the Zorn palette.
Two for Sea
Two for Sea, oil, 6 x 6, SOLD
The other piece I did like this sold so fast it made my head spin. I was inspired by the sunlight bouncing off this white guy’s bald pate and legs as he lay on the blanket, but of course, just as I was laying it in, he got up and left. I continued, hoping he would return or thinking to make it up. He did come back and sat in the chair next to his partner. They had a pretty good set up. I want it.
Bert Sans Shirt 2
Bert Sans Shirt 2, oil, 8 x 6, $125.
Bert Sans Shirt
Bert Sans Shirt, oil, 7 x 5, $125.
Bert in Magenta T, Eyes Shifted Right
Bert in Magenta T, Eyes Shifted Right, oil, 12 x 10, $375
This did not turn out the way I planned it…I got interested in Bert’s features–which are more challenging than I would think…I do love the color of his skin–so rich! And he was on the computer…Alas, that’s the most I could get at this point.
Sonoma Picnic
Sonoma Picnic, oil, 12 x 10, $295
This piece gave me the idea for this week’s DPW Challenge: Summer in Winter. I took the photo in April in Sonoma and it wasn’t until December that I got around to painting it. I started it on a cold rainy day in a gallery to draw people in…it didn’t really work…mostly everyone was keeping warm somewhere…else. I realized when I got home that the lighting in the gallery wasn’t as good as in my place so I worked on it some more. April still seems so far away.
What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?
What Light Thru Yonder Window Breaks?,oil, 12 x 9, $325
This is from a photo taken when I went on my junior year abroad trip to Italy by a girl named Paula Pickens at the time(she later married someone whose last name was Briglia)…wish I could find her again. I’m surprised I let her take it since I thought I looked awful with my hair up but I guess I wanted to please her and she took several beautiful photos of me…she saw me in a way I did not see myself. A lot of the other girls on that trip ostracized me…oh well, they just could not deal with different…for some reason, Paula could. I wore a black Danskin back then…as something of a uniform, even though I had almost failed dance and was a long way off from discovering yoga…and I’m probably dating myself by mentioning that brand at all. I chose this photo, which actually is blurry since the camera shook, as a way to paint myself while still making something that is a painting anyone can relate to.
17 at the Bus Stop
17 at the Bus Stop, oil, 8 x 10, $385
I got so much attention for the self portrait at 19 that I thought I’d try painting a younger version of myself from a digitized photo again…Oy, a much different experience. The one yesterday almost painted itself. Today, it took 3 times as long, I wiped it out to start over after the first 2 1/2 hours, and I still want to mess with it many hours later…but I just can’t anymore. I struggled with many of the issues that make teachers warn students about using photos. At least I’m not smiling into the camera…that makes a very cheesy painting…but I was too attached to the features, since they’re mine, or were once…and I struggled to keep the painting a painting! Then taking the photo was hard too…and the truth is I worked on it a little bit more but the later photo is just too dark so this one is going up. Anyway, back to the subject: me, at 17, waiting at the bus stop as a Cornell freshman, decades ago. The photo has that pinkish/purplish fade…that is beautifully harmonious and hell to paint!