ya know it don't come easy...a painting that took years to resolve...Deference

Deference   oil/canvas   40 x 30 x .75

 Sometimes paintings paint themselves.  Rare but it happens.  Sometimes paintings go on and on forever with no satisfiable resolution in sight.  Sketches help, but are not guaranteed.  My goals in this work were to shift attention from the face and figure to the foot of this seated dancer.  After years and years of figure painting, I know that this was a lofty goal.  The face and hands are nearly always the focal area.  So, in effect, I was reversing the norm as well as the norm-in-my-brain.  The model for this work posed in late autumn 2009.  Since those sessions she:  graduated from college, married, moved to New York, moved back, bought a home and had a baby.  All those changes.  And all of those changes virtually mirrored those changes taking place on the canvas.  Although I feel that I have achieved resolution, I wouldn't want to go through this painful process again.

Enough of the upending.  More sketches.  More planning.  More thinking.

Have I learned my lesson?  Probably not.

Seasonal...

In Their Prime   oil/canvas   16 x 20

My life, as well as my art, is cyclical. The smells, sights, light and sounds of each season influence what I paint and how the work is approached. For the past two weeks, our miniature lilacs have perfumed my studio. Outside on the patio, a hedgerow of peonies has grown so rapidly that we swear we could see them gain several inches in a day. I have painted that grouping several times. These beautiful blooms were given to me by my maternal grandmother Daisy Street. That legacy makes them all the sweeter. Peonies teach us patience as the blooming proceeds ever-so-s-l-o-w-l-y aided by the black ants who eat the wax off of the tightly formed bloom heads. This weekend which is Memorial weekend, several blooms are fully open. My note to myself is to appreciate their beauty and their fragrance in the short time that they are in full bloom. All too soon the petals will be scattered across the brickwork, and their influence only a memory.

When Things Go Awry.............

Dappled   oil/canvas   30 x 40 x 1.5

When I was 12 or so, all I thought about was horses. I drew them continually. I thought that I could draw them blindfolded. I even dressed like Lori Martin, the young star of the television show "National Velvet". I now live in a semi-rural community where horses are often seen grazing in the late afternoon sun. So, I thought that my painting of a grazing horse would be a shoe-in (no pun intended). WRONG. The painting was begun in November with all of the preparatory sketches drawn beforehand. This painting has since evolved at least a half of a dozen times. Each time I think I have a handle on making this horse my very own, the visuals go awry, the forms are either hugely boring or refusing to be broken up in a pleasing way. And so it goes. I will not give up, but have mixed in a few other paintings to dissolve my frustration. Today I will go at it again. I will show up for work. However, this horse is so shy that he may never make an appearance.