Saturday, August 30, 2014
The above quote is taken from a 100+ year old book Kimmie recently inherited. It's credited to the artist Bouguereau who lived from 1825-1905. I once posted an awesome painting by him here. I "discovered" him when I inherited this print of Yvonne with Cherries. Yvonne was a little French girl whose mother was a friend of Bouguereau. He continued to paint Yvonne throughout her life so we can watch her grow up through Bouguereau's brush. And when I finally got to the Met in NYC, it was this small gallery which was closed to the public. (I have never seen one of his paintings in person, something I really crave. I guess it's reason to go back. Yes, there were almost tears.)
When looking at prints of his realistic, perfectly executed paintings, it almost seems impossible he would have said the above words. If anyone could hold rigidly to the principle of classical Academy training it would be this artist, who even instructed at the Academy.
The quoted words definitely match modern thinking as he is referring to sentiment, something which by the time he said this, was out-moded with the next generation of artists. Bouguereau continued to paint in his realistic style at the same time as Monet and Seurat were busy painting light via their own lenses. Once the impressionists took over, Bouguereau fell out of popularity.
I was thrilled to read this quote. It supports the meta-modern artist in me. From its place in modernity, it hints toward the inevitable emergence of postmodern art. It is fascinating to know at one point Bouguereau instructed Matisse. Perhaps it was exposure to this very philosophy which cultivated Matisse's free spirit as an artist? Still, part of me is glad Bouguereau never lived to see Warhol's soup cans...though after reading the above quote, perhaps he would have actually enjoyed Warhol.
Labels: Other Artists
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
|It was really something to experience them all together. Even the cats showed preferences.|
I am thrilled to say my "family" of marbled spirits are staying together. My friends Brad and Carol acquired the first one right away---and after living awhile with it (while I painted the others), decided they would like to see all of them. Today they bought the other three.
It's a lucky thing when you really like the people who are going to live around and guard and honor the spirit of your paintings. These two really understand how paintings grow and transcend my initial vision or even their own vision.
I am grateful for the generosity of those who buy my work and love it. I will sleep well tonight.
I am having so much fun with the marbling process now that I "get it" more. Since I had this canvas rolled up in the studio I thought I would add to the top of it and see what happened. I was not expecting the marble to stick to the regular paint surfaces. I knew it would stick to the specially prepared body and cord. I do think the effect would be better had I started with the marble and then added the image on top. ...of course now I am imagining entire under-paintings of this stuff.
There is still a lot of the process that is completely out of my hands. For example, weather greatly affects what the colors will do. There's something so wonderful about letting go and being present with and accepting whatever happens. Art as mimesis, once again. *I'm just realizing (after searching my own blog) that I've never posted this image. I don't even know when I painted it. Maybe the sketch is dated in my book?
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
|A few more lines will be added to curve up the base a bit more. I might also darken it so the sphere comes forward more.|
One thing I have realized while painting these elements is that each of the members of my immediate family are represented. Water came first, and it was a very natural outpouring since water is my element. I had no idea when I made it that I would want to do the other elements. When I realized the desire was there, I chose to start on Earth first. It wasn't supposed to be so green but that's how the color spread so I went with it. As I painted Earth I realized this is without doubt Mason's element---green has always been his favorite color. While painting Air I began to see Chloe all over it. The amethyst is there for her birth date.
I do have one more in the series---Fire---and I'm pretty excited about painting it. Of course this one is for Cody. It's going to have some pretty huge Marsian energy. I've always known it would have a gunmetal base but haven't known the shape yet. Mason gave me the idea to put dragons on it. The canvas is ready to go and tomorrow we'll have fire!
The ironic thing is that though they are so personal, I do not believe I will actually own any of these paintings. (First dibs are out there with the people who own Water.) Really, this is not a new thing. All of my paintings are personal. What used to be terrifying---parting with such personal space---has really become an awesome thing to watch. I am honored by who connects with them and where each of them land.
Anyhow, I'm quite sure these paintings take on their own meaning outside of my lens. As the person who owns Water said upon her first face to face encounter with it, "There are worlds within worlds...."
PS)If you're tired of seeing these spheres all over my blog since before Mother's Day, know you're not alone. I think I am ready to paint some human subjects again.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
|Floating paint in the hula-hoop|
After the black background on Earth I decided I wanted a darker background on this one, too...not so much. I painted a purple background, then a blue background. I'm going to gesso over both and start over with the background. It's why there's not even a photo of what does exist. Can't do it.
The detail is gorgeous. I'm pretty sure I'll have to do more with the acrylic interference colors. The interference colors don't hold a true marble...or maybe I added too much gall. These are brand new expensive, pigment heavy liquid acrylic paints I bought with the money from the sale of Three Graces.
So, maybe I will like acrylics after all. The chemicals from my oil days are wrecking havoc on my health. No more hands dipped in paint thinner...because I can hardly ever keep my hands out of the paint. I found something called "Retarder" that actually slows the dry time of acrylic to a more workable pace. It's still nothing like the weeks of wet oil possibilities...but it's also kinda cool I don't have to wait forever to paint the next layer/step. Now if I can just find something that allows me to blend like oils....
|Mesmerizing! (That's the studio door window reflecting)|
|Freshly dipped and ready to wash|