Good morning, I hope you slept well last night. Has your coffee/tea yet? Or maybe that morning jog. One of the advantages of not sleeping is it lays me some quality time with the paint and the demons in my head last nights sleep was really kind of a bad joke. I laid down around 9p tired from fatigue and pain of the day, put on my headphones and thought ahhh “comfort and relaxation” to quote Elmer Fudd I think I finally feel asleep around 10p then woke at 12a got up wandered around till 1-2a then dozed till 3a got up and made some coffee and the rest is history. But I have been hard at work with the Green Girl
Here is the latest update, I’m really still in the color blocking phase. I hope to start on the detail shading and fine highlights today.
Note the Dali esc dripping shadow that is totally for my amusement and I doubt will be in the final piece but it makes me giggle.
Okay well have a fantastic day and I’ll talk to you a bit later.
Sleep finds me waiting for her soft embrace once again.
Left with the lack of get touch
I wander these halls of darkness
Looking for your light
A beacon in the night to
Guide this weary traveler home.
As demons chase my heart in
I’m found dizzy and cold
Shaking with no place left to
Pulled this image offline today, I found the contrast and colors very inspirational. I think I’m going to borrow some of natures colors for my next piece.
This was as far as I could get on this piece today. After about 1p my fatigue kicked into high gear and I was done. See it takes a great deal of focus for me
To keep my hands from shaking and really I don’t have any control over it but to be able to find the rhythm of my tremor and then paint within the parameter that my body is operating on that very second gets to be a seriously tiring thing after 5-6 hrs. Plus sitting is not something my body likes at all, I’m still in sheer amazement that I survived my UK flights. I have capsule entrapment syndrome in my hips and shoulders so they require constant stretching and any prolonged pressure creates a great deal of pain 7-8 category pain level. That’s part of the reason I don’t sleep for long periods of time. We I think your beautiful I hope the day was great for you and you found joy, laughter and peace in at least a small part of your day.
**add and changed depth, more to come 12:23p pst
To what road does your head travel at the sight of a woman? Or an egg, do you think of breakfast or breast. Maybe form or figure. I asked this question at the house this morning, I really should know better by now, I do know my place.
I was met with words of, creepy and
Exploited, meat sack and odd. I’ve always found the perception of the female form interesting on more levels that one post could hold so someday when we stop for coffee I’ll expand further. I see an egg a symbol of birth, newness. I see mother and female I see soft and distorted. I see green which I find fascinating as color especially since I don’t see green very well so doing an entire painting with only two colors white and green has been a visual journey for me.
I see feminine and lust I see caring and kind reaching yet faceless nameless love. I see many things thus far and she and her egg and her jar, speaking of jar what does she keep in this jar? I wonder.
As you can see I am far from done many more tones and areas need to be worked and expanded upon. I will also be finishing the grapes today
As well as starting in the blue and red thing
Happy Saturday to you and as always,
Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
Roses: Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is a commonly quoted part of a dialogue in William Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet argues that the names of things do not matter, only what things “are” (we would say today “how they behave”)
It’s saddens me that I can no longer garden. The sheer amount of pain I felt just going down the stairs to take these photos this morning was rather staggering actually. But for you anything. Here are a few I the roses from my garden which is wrought-fully over grown and in dire need of more deft hands than I have to offer any more. This first shot is to give you an idea if how large this rose bush is, photo taken from my second story deck.
You can also see the mid of the pines that cradle the house in all sides. More roses:
I love this bush, it’s an heirloom rose ugly as hell if one is not used to heirloom roses (wild roses) they can be rather odd to see.
This is only a small fraction of the roses I have in the back garden there are a dozen more or so that didn’t have photo ready blooms yet. My favorite is yet to come to life this year but she on her way. It’s a bush that has grown in the the very large plant from the first photo. She will produce hundreds of te most perfect tiny tea roses in groups that look like grapes it’s truly one of the things I love most about this house when she is in full bloom the deck off the master will be consumed with a cascade of perfect little white roses
It’s such a magnificent gift from nature I cherish every year. Ok then well enough of the garden I’ve stretched my form enough and it’s time to go back to the studio and play with paint for a while.
Stay tuned for more from the studio as the day progresses.
As the sky rises above me and the bats sing their way though the morning darkness, it’s the strangest yet beautiful sound i have heard in a long time. I have a colony of bats that live
Not far from my home and this time of year in the predawn hours they come to feed in the tree line behind the house.
And apparently I have a sound cloud account now so I can torment all of you with noise
I sit here in the studio and ponder the day in blues and greens and think things caught in between the left and right the day and night where I seem to spend most my day. Who will come to call and who will stay and play.
How I so often start my day in the studio, please come sit by my side and stay for a while. Your gentle voice is always welcome.
So now that I have this sound cloud thing I will from time to time torment you with my voice recordings of some of written word. Their are exactly 5 people in association with WP that have heard my voice recordings of words so this might be a bit fun to share with the world. We’ll see. Okay it’s pill and paint time. Thanks for coming by it was lovely to see you, do take care and come again.
All my love
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“Time to move on”
36″ x 48″
This was a tribute piece that I did for De Kooning in 2012.
If you look closely you can see the eyes, nose and mouth of the figure
in the foreground.
Have a great weekend I’ll be hard at work in the studio all weekend
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As time evolves it gives and takes
Pushes and pulls
sometimes in every direction at once.
How do we chose our paths
As well are being pulled apart?
So many lights in the night sky
Which ones do you watch
Can we watch them all
Can I keep them all safe
I’ve lost 2 and given one back
To the night from wence it came
I seek harmony yet my mind and
Body flow like the raging river
A constant stream of thought
And motion always searching
Always hollow, aching for
A piece of broken puzzle
Lost like a child’s shovel at the shore
Goodnight and may you find peace in the day that comes.
Even paint brushes need a rest now and again, these poor fellas some of them being in their twenties at this point which is old for a brush these days get a little tired. Time for a nice hot bath ahhhhh, so nice.
So big plans for this Friday night? Who me no make dinner, go to bed that’s the extent of my plans. Maybe troll twitter and say hi to the many fantastic ppl floating about but that’s about as social as I get these days.
Okay need to shower and do laundry.
Much love and Friday Hugs
I hope the day has found you well, I always forget how time consuming this style of painting can be. It’s far from the “action” or expressionistic abstract style work I so often do. I think that’s why I have 3-4 or four of these half finished pieces I’ve been carrying around for years is because I get bored.
With green girl I’ve committed myself to finishing and finishing well not just completing. So while I’m grabbing yet another cup of coffee and I disappear back into the depths of the studio I thought I’d say HI
Giant hugs for everybody!!!
Okay then I’m back at it.