Sunday, November 20, 2016


Waiting At The Gate, IN PROGRESS, Oil

La Modesta, graphite pencils, 8" x 6"  IN PROGRESS

IN PROGRESS is where I am these days in many endeavors--in this painting where I have stepped away from careful scumbling and paying attention to the line drawing below--in this drawing, of an intent Mexican dressmaker, that started out a sketch, then became a drawing as thirty minutes stretched to an hour and the hour stretched  on to the next day--in catching up with household tasks long ignored as my knee took its time healing--in building my energy and body strength back up with stretch sessions, biking and  longer daily walks, (my most important area of concentration). If body and mind is pooped, nothing gets done.

I expected Waiting At The Gate,  to go slowly, but yesterday I thought maybe not so much as my brush slipped into gestural action and I began "drawing" with  values and letting the forms take shape not as I know they are, but as my eye reads them.  I find working with just Burnt .Umbra  not enough; I need a step darker;  I am about to add Ultramarine to the palette..  The blue mixed into the Umbra  with neither color dominating  adds a depth  Umbra does not. 

Packing for  Mexico is IN PROGRESS.  Mexico means watercolor.  I've packed my tote with both opaque and transparent pads and added a big floppy brush and a waterbrush. .Experimentation more than just fooling around is on my mind.  Maybe I can teach myself something useful about this medium that is so much more transportable than oil paraphernalia?    Of course, I am also taking my camera. I need references! 


Going Shopping, graphite pencils, 6" x 8"

He's Cute, graphite pencils, 6" x 8"

.Leave Some Chips For Me, graphite pencils, 6" x 8"

Monday, November 14, 2016

On The Bright Side

Chair, graphite pencils, 6" x 8"

From a productive week, to one lonely drawing done while watching disastrous election returns.

Not that either candidate was attractive, but I was hoping the less offensive liar would win and we'd stay  status quo while we hunted  leadership that could restore our pride.  The election turned my stomach, gave me an instant headache that still hasn't quit.  A government dominated by one political party is out of whack.  We are listing way too far right and are in desperate need of realignment.

Then there were our doctors appointments; we had one everyday.  Physicals.  I am great; Ellis, not so much.  He has more tests to take. He's anxious and so am I. 

So the state of my nation:  My government is too one-sided; our health is up in the air; and I am in a state of discontent, a bit angry, a lot sad.

With me, balance is everything.  It is the key to wellbeing. When things are out of kilter,  Painting (where composition, control and judgement count) falls off the table.  I need to scrub  floors and clean closets,  polish mom's silver and sweat on a bike to work off my funk. 

Given this last week, one drawing was quite the accomplishment--as was mom's silver coffee service.

On The Bright Side