When a long-time friend helped start the New Score Chamber Orchestra, I was privileged to provide the cover art for their programs, a collaboration that has continued for several years now (see Summer Nights Passing and Brand New Score ).
As a fundraiser, the orchestra has purchased several violins and has asked several artists to each turn one into a piece of art to be auctioned off. So I have this “canvas” in my studio, waiting for its alter ego to appear:
What would you do? How would you repurpose this falling apart instrument as a piece of art?
It’s the time of the year when gift-wrapped packages appear, eliciting anticipation and excitement; when carols are the background music in retail shops; when poinsettias and cyclamen provide color in potted plants.
May your day be filled with beauty and friendship!
I’ve recently been painting a number of little pieces. Here are the ones with a seashore theme.
I have a collection of sea shells that we’ve picked up from our visits to different beaches. It was fun to imagine this scallop shell back on the sand.
Getting a reference photo for this picture was difficult. Ever notice that when one walks towards the birds to get close enough for a photo, the birds turn and start to walk away, resorting to flying to another spot if the photographer gets too close?
Oyster shells are made up of many overlapping layers. Getting the texture and form for this one was a challenge for me.
Lothian Produce had a mouth-watering display this week at the Greenstreet Farmer’s Market: neon eggplant, heirloom tomatoes, and modern tomatoes of all colors, and a sweet, orange-fleshed melon called a sugar-cube, to name a few. It was hot and I was painting in the shade, so this one-hour study doesn’t do the vegetables justice, and I think I may try again.
I came home and made a wonderful sandwich with the tomatoes, so full of flavor!
The benefits of being married to an artist! Without Ruth, I’d have resorted to buying the stick-on letters from the hardware store to put the name on the transom. With respect to handwriting, or any eye-hand coordination that involves writing of any sort, I’m a hopeless klutz. And drawing something that you can recognize? Forget it. Ruth, on the other hand, does this sort of thing as easy as breathing. Here are a few photos of her talent in action.
Hmmm. . . drawing a straight line. That skill alone would eliminate me.
She lightly penciled a grid for the letters – about 3 inches high – and marked spacing for them with a ruler. After that, she sketched the letters in pencil, then picked up a paint brush and free-hand filled in the letter outlines. She used the same one-part polyurethane paint that’s on the sheer stripe.
The last time I painted this old Chevy truck, I was asked to paint it again, but this time showing the barrels that are stacked haphazardly on the back with pots of plants sticking out the tops. The weather was nice today and Greenstreet Gardens, where this truck is part of the display, is starting to put out the holiday decorations, so I thought I’d better get to work!
We had tree surgeons from Expert Tree Removal here this past week. They were cleaning up the “widow makers” or “hangers” as they called the large limbs of trees that had broken off but not fallen due to a storm earlier in the summer. I took time out to watch them and drew this picture.
I don’t remember being fascinated with machinery as a child. I think my interest started when my sons were young and they liked to look at all the trucks and machines that we passed while driving. Now, in addition to being distracted by the noise of the chipper and the chain saws, I felt compelled to watch as they lopped off branches and large sections of the trunk, calculating and making them fall between pilings, without hitting the electric light fixtures that were there.
The men liked this drawing and insisted that I show it to their boss when he returned later in the day.
Katherine Trauger commented on my last magnolia picture that a magnolia tree’s limbs should be trimmed just enough to put a couple of lawn chairs under the tree. The cool shade and wonderful scent of the flowers makes it a natural air conditioning. Since today was so hot here, I went and stood under the tree to paint, and the blossom that was in view was past its prime, but a good challenge to render with all the curves of the petals.