Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
New Painting
Get Excited! Starting in with the oils tomorrow.....
This painting is HUGE! 24x36. Lots of negative space though. The picture above is just a snippet of it.
This is a self portrait, which feels kinda weird actually. I'm having a hard time looking at the painting objectively. Maybe it will be different when I start adding color. This will have a pretty cool color scheme, with a lot of grays, yellows, and browns.
The Coral ground color is from a newly mixed batch of "pickle paint", which is a mixture of gesso and acrylic paint that gives a colored background while creating enough tooth to draw directly on the surface. The term "pickle paint" was coined by my mentor Nancy since she keeps hers in a glass pickle jar! I like to do the same....
My Ragdoll cat Mika has been playing on the floor all night with these little paper scraps in his brown paper bag. He's super happy!
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| Underpainting in Burnt Umber acrylic paint. |
This painting is HUGE! 24x36. Lots of negative space though. The picture above is just a snippet of it.
This is a self portrait, which feels kinda weird actually. I'm having a hard time looking at the painting objectively. Maybe it will be different when I start adding color. This will have a pretty cool color scheme, with a lot of grays, yellows, and browns.
The Coral ground color is from a newly mixed batch of "pickle paint", which is a mixture of gesso and acrylic paint that gives a colored background while creating enough tooth to draw directly on the surface. The term "pickle paint" was coined by my mentor Nancy since she keeps hers in a glass pickle jar! I like to do the same....
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| Although the coral jar is from handmade Mango salsa! |
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| He takes breaks from the bag every so often to rub against my paintbrush while I'm painting. Cute, but SO not helpful! |
Friday, February 4, 2011
Fish Bowls
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A Narrow Fellow In the Grass
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
Emily Dickinson
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
Emily Dickinson
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