Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The wind was creating whitecaps in the Delaware River today. This bridge attracts me, but drawing and painting it is difficult because everything around it is organic, while its structure is rigid, straight-edged, and precise. So the problem always is how to blend the two modes. The bottoms up approach works.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A version in color: 8x10 pastel over washes.
Annie Dillard writes in The Writing Life: "Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?"
Substitute the word painting for writing:
"Paint as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you paint for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin painting if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?" I may fall short.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
The snow is melting. Hooray! But this image is from when the snow was still deep and new.
In The Writing Life Annie Dillard writes: "A painter cannot use paint like glue or screws to fasten down the world. The tubes of paint are like fingers; they work only if, inside the painter, the neural pathways are wide and clear to the brain. Cell by cell, molecule by molecule, atom by atom, part of the brain changes physical shape to accommodate and fit paint.
You adapt yourself, Paul Klee said, to the contents of the paintbox. Adapting yourself to the contents of the paintbox, he said, is more important than nature and its study. The painter, in other words, does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not fit the world to himself. He fits himself to the paint. The self is the servant who bears the paintbox and its inherited contents. Klee called this insight, quite rightly, 'an altogether revolutionary new discovery.'" I am still working on the meaning of these words.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Actually they are the same tree from different angles. The first two are stix drawings and the top is a pastel. I was trying to capture the late day light in the trees, a la Annie Dillard. She writes in The Writing Life, a short book of great riches, "The work is not the vision itself, certainly. It is not the vision filled in, as if it had been a coloring book. It is not the vision reproduced in time; that were impossible. It is rather a simulacrum and a replacement. It is a golem. You try--you try every time--to reproduce the vision, to let your light so shine before men. But you can only come along with your bushel and hide it."
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
This is another place that I had to reach via snowshoe. 5x7 pastel. Small and trying to keep it simple. Looking south while yesterday's pastel looks north. Both are on pastelmat paper, which is not designed for wash, so I used a lot of wiping and rubbing.