Thursday, December 31, 2020
Eventide
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Turban Squash
I'm continuing to try and teach myself pastels. My likes and frustrations are probably the same as other artists who struggle with the medium after being comfortable with using oils. I'm entranced by the texture, and the way areas can be left showing either lots of pastel strokes or else easily blended softness. I'm frustrated at not always having the exact colors I need (I have a somewhat small supply), as sometimes only a pure color is what is needed.
This drawing took me two weeks, and is larger than I normally work. An oil this size would have taken me at least a month. So that's a plus. A minus is the way the dark colors of the background would rain down on the squash whenever I worked back there. And that I can't spray it!! I did purchase some expensive fixitive made specially for pastels and tried it on something else- it darkens and dulls the colors just like any other fixitive.
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Half a Shell
Saturday, October 24, 2020
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Eyes Shut, Mouth Open
Anyhow, who wouldn't want to paint a monkey? Especially one with such great color, and with an expression that holds great significance in the charged atmosphere of late?
Friday, June 12, 2020
I Can't Breathe
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Saturday, May 16, 2020
Sour Cherries
purchase
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Grand Canyon
Saturday, May 9, 2020
Belgian Lighthouse
Thursday, May 7, 2020
Oregon Coast
purchase
Monday, May 4, 2020
Fruit Machine
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Pink Ribbon Eggplant
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Friday, April 3, 2020
Heartbeat
purchase
Monday, March 23, 2020
Seashells on Pink
purchase
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
-John O'Donohue
Excerpt from his books, To Bless the Space Between Us