Sunday, December 8, 2013
A dear friend was driving to visit us, and got a late start. When she finally arrived, she told me she had driven over a dirt road just before finding our place. That's when I realized that she had gone up and over Blair Road in the dark, not the preferred route. Fortunately the road is not rutted yet. Nor did it have the late afternoon sun to illuminate it as seen from the 9x12 oil from a couple days ago.
Friday, December 6, 2013
A 9x12 oil on panel.
I've been reading a book called Epitaph for a Peach by David Mas Masumoto, which I found fittingly at the dump. It's a book filled with wisdom acquired through Masumoto living the life of a farmer dependent upon nature, and other things out of one's control. The writer mentions a farmer friend who paints, who uses a variety of greens to depict plants, and who also likes to depict piles of discarded fruit trees assembled by the bulldozer. I might paint a picture of the discarded barn, another pile of wood. Masumoto wrtes: "This past year I have learned that productivity is little more than managed chaos, wildness the source of fertility."
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Samuel Johnson said that the prospect of being hanged concentrates the mind wonderfully. The same applies to moving. But I am concentrating on painting again. The above is a 9x12 oil of the view on Butler Street approaching 3rd Avenue in Brooklyn.
Lately, I have been reading Thoreau's Ecstatic Witness by Alan D. Hodder, which I acquired at the bookstore at Walden Pond earlier this year. It is a rich, profound book about Thoreau's religious and artistic vision. Hodder cites Thoreau from Walden: "I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born."
Saturday, November 30, 2013
When in doubt draw a pine. The move is complete, the studio set up again, though now smaller. Just need to recover the groove of working again. The above sketch I did yesterday after wandering in the woods in the late afternoon behind where I live now.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
The above sketchbook drawing is from my walk yesterday. My posts will be more sporadic over the next three weeks, since I am packing up and moving. I will be limiting myself to drawings. Not so bad a thing. Assuming that I am able to photograph them, and have access to the computer.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
A 9x12 charcoal and pastel drawing.
Richard Rohr in his daily meditation for today writes, "...the pattern of redemption...is evil undone much more than evil ever perfectly avoided. It is disorder reconfigured in our hearts and minds -- much more than demanding any perfect order to our universe." I like to think that making art is reconfiguring disorder. Note that it's still disorder.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Greylock reminded Melville of Moby Dick, except the mountain was known to him as Saddleback and he saw it from a different direction (from Pittsfield), so he could not see the Hopper. This is the view from the Sweet Brook Farm, where the alpacas live. I am going to switch off to other subjects for a while until the season changes at Sweet Brook. It's a 14x18 oil. The above view is from earlier this summer.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
A 14x18 oil of an alpaca who stands on a rock before a much taller unattainable mountain in the background (Mount Greylock). A friend asked me yesterday if I was still under the sway of "alpaca madness". I only have a few more to do. It's an interesting situation for an artist to have, to take on a self-imposed project, like deciding to run a half-marathon. There's a point where you have to see it through but it has its lessons.