She Chose Carefully

She Chose Carefully   oil on burlap on canvas   48 x 24

We have been lucky to patronize many corner markets in San Francisco over the years...loads of produce in bins right on the street.  This gentle older woman had no idea that I was trying to take in all of the lusciousness with my camera.  What struck me immediately was the time she took to select her fruit....which is diametrically opposed to my own always-in-a-hurry process.  And, of course, I end up with produce that is often bruised and sometimes rotten.  She was savoring that very moment....as was I.

The canvas:  had been gessoed and covered in burlap and gessoed and gessoed some more.  It had been leaning in the studio for at least a couple of years.  My other experiments on burlap were nature-oriented, a more apt application, I think.  But that day, that particular day, I needed some excitement of the art kind.  I grabbed up that canvas and began work.  Layers and layers of raw umber.   The color was added later.  And, while I like the final result (the burlap relating to the bags of grain and beans at the market), the process was made much more difficult by all of the texture.

Too much gesso.  Too much paint.  Too much work.  Was it worth the effort?  YES!!!!!

Painter - Labor Series

Painter   oil/canvas   49 x 24 x 1.5

It's funny how a simple word can pull up impressions in our brains. The notion of "painter" for example. A painter who paints pictures on canvas conjures up a romantic notion, those who are somewhat removed from the society at large, and those whose notion of beauty or personal expression take preference over daily labor. The painter who paints the homes of others can be considered an "underling", and often get paid only a minimum wage to do the work that homeowners don't have time to do for themselves. These two notions are vastly disparate.....but I like the idea of offering these two stereotypes for consideration, for thought. Both wield a brush with ease. Both work hard. "Painter" was done from a series of photos take while visiting San Francisco. The city is filled with these Victorian monster-houses, built before the cost of heating was an issue. The temperate climate there is relatively easy on these homes and few seem to be vinyl-sided. On each block, one can see home that are "in the process" of renewal. Constant upkeep. I loved the combination of shapes, both geometric and organic, the mix of which can result in a good painting. I wanted to honor this young Hispanic painter even though he has no idea that his picture is here on the internet. And yes, I deem him a painter.

Labor

Painter   oil/canvas   48 x 24 x 1.5

Labor is a notion that I would like to celebrate in my work. The process of working with one's hands is, in my opinion, one of the most satisfactory things a person can do.....we can lose ourselves in the daily rhythms of cleaning, gardening, repairing and painting, whether a picture or a dwelling. In The Re-Enchantment of Everyday Life, Thomas Moore says that caring for one's dwelling is important to the soul.....that is, as opposed to hiring someone to do our own "dirty work". I believe that is true. Cleaning our brushes with care is part of the creative process. Cleaning our bathrooms can be equally as satisfying. Two of my sons live in San Francisco where turn-of-the-century Victorian homes abound. These dwellings are often several stories with loads of decorative turned and lacy piece-work. Not an easy job to paint! On a walking tour of the Mission district, I shot photos of a house painter, perched high up on a ladder, seeming almost relaxed in the rhythm of the strokes. "Painter" is the result. I hold this man in high regard. That is the story. "Painter" can be seen at Second April Galerie in "The View From Here".

Windows to the Soul

Morning Balcony   watercolor   20 x 10.5

For as long as I can remember, I have ascribed human characteristics to buildings. Maybe everyone does. Maybe I have an overactive imagination. Maybe Disney movies have been permanently cemented in my brain. Fantasia, etc. Brooms that dance and doors that converse. Maybe that explains my fascination with windows, doors and rooftops, second only to my love of painting the human figure. I guess they could be hair, eyes and mouths. Whoaaaa.............whatever. The neighborhoods we live in tend to be fairly homogenous. And the dwellings we live in seem to be regionally homogenous as well. Visiting other areas of our vast country or other countries gives us a welcome new perspective. We discover differences that are beautiful as well as functional. Two of my sons live in San Francisco where the weather is perpetually mild. There are no air-conditioners hanging from windows and no need for storm windows and doors. The beauty of these structures is more apparent, more visible. "Morning Balcony" is just one example. I look forward to doing more.

And speaking of brown.....and coffee...and ink...and Wallace Stevens

Oranges and Wallace Stevens

This morning I awoke at 5:30 am and there was no possibility of returning to the sleep. So I brewed a big pot of coffee and enjoyed more of "All Over Coffee" by Paul Madonna. What a poet! What an illustrator! All of the drawings of San Francisco surrounds and neighborhoods are done in sepia ink. They are enchanting. He is a perceptive and poetic artist.....how often the two seem to reside! He deftly explores and describes the human condition and, in doing so, helps me to accept my own humanity. Paul Madonna, his words, his thoughts and his beautiful brown drawings have inspired me!
The browns are all there for us to love...the umbers, the sepias, the siennas and the coffee.....they seem to bring us so close to the earth. I need to break out my bottle of sepia ink and my new sumi brush.