Okay, so this isn’t about the work I do at the League (as promised in my last post). It’s about the different work I do in my studio at home: specifically it’s about an experiment gone wrong.
It started out well enough. I decided to do another ocean meets the beach painting by dripping paint onto a small canvas and moving it around with a palette knife.
I liked the initial result, but left it to dry over the weekend, since the paint was very wet. But who knew that acrylic paint would continue to move around as it dried? Argh! All the subtlety in the ocean disappeared leaving it an almost uniform dark blue. The white expanded a little and became a uniform pearlized blue-grey. It was entirely too blah for my taste.
So I set about to try and recreate what I had liked in the initial painting, with varying degrees of success. And, for some reason, it really doesn’t scan well.
Ah well, it was just an experiment, an experiment gone wrong.
It’s true. I do very different work when I’m at home in my studio and when I’m down in class at the Art Students League. I’m a little schizophrenic.
Nine months ago I got two 2.5 x 3.5 canvases at a Gala event for the Art Students League. 2.5 x 3.5?!? What can you do with anything that small? Well … experiment, what else? So instead of doing the kind of work I do at the League, I decided to try something new. I made monoprints of my acrylic palette with both canvasses … and really hated both of them (well, one more than the other, but it doesn’t matter). Neither was any good.
So I dug out some fluid acrylics and dripped them on the canvas and started pushing them around with a palette knife.
Very short story later, I liked them. The one on the right looked like a waterfall; the one on the left, well, I didn’t know what it looked like. But it still appealed to me. So I decided to do more of this kind of work and upgraded to a slightly larger canvas: 5×7.
So, this is my idea of where the ocean meets the beach:
My next post will be about the very different kind of work I am doing at the Art Students League.
If you’re an artist, by now you know there are lots of people who say they like your art but don’t want to pay for it. That’s okay. They just didn’t like it enough. Or they really didn’t have the money, or the wall space, or … whatever. But there are people who say they like your art and seem willing to pay for it, but in the end they will have your art and your money. You, the artist, will have nothing. Beware: artist scam.
There are a few key elements to watch for:
- s/he likes your work but can’t say which particular piece
- the work is intended for someone else (anniversary/birthday…)
- wants to pay by check, but will send cashier’s check if pressed (can’t use PayPal or credit card for some strange reason)
- will write a check for significantly more than the price of your artwork (ex.: Art=$1400; cashier’s check = $3980); the additional money is for you to pay the shipper (see next bullet)
- buyer is moving to a different country and the shipper for handling that will also be picking up the artwork and your check for the difference (this ex.: $2580 to pay the shipper)
- buyer will have your artwork and your money and your checking account information; you will have nothing (the cashier’s check will ultimately bounce).
Please note: a bank check or cashier’s check can be fraudulent the same as a personal check. If you deposit the check in your account, the bank may tell you within 2 days that you have the money. However, in two weeks they will let you know you don’t have the money after all.
I know whereof I speak. Fortunately, my husband is a lawyer. He called the credit union that supposedly issued the check and they told him it was fraudulent. Since this was the second time this has happened to me, I was aware of the scam possibility and just played along to see what would happen. The first time, the “buyer” dropped it after I said I wouldn’t accept a personal check.
Update: I have received two missed calls from Switzerland. Maybe that is where my “buyer” is. He did say he was traveling…
Some paintings are torture to produce, others just seem to create themselves in record time. This is one of the latter.
I had just finished a series of paintings based on my memories of New Zealand, each of which took a lot of time and effort. Looking back on them, I wasn’t happy.
Scheduled to meet with an artist friend of mine for our weekly critique session, I was concerned that I didn’t have anything to show her. With less than an hour to spare, I put out a piece of Yupo (plastic) paper, dug out my rubber wedge and a tube of Cad Red Medium and put the first strokes down. Tired of pretty pastel colors, I looked for something I thought wouldn’t go with the red … and pulled out a really old tube of Deep Magenta. With that down, I again looked for an unattractive color and picked Yellow Ochre. The only thing left was to add black and repeat some of the other colors to pull it all together.
Start to finish it took half an hour … and my friend loved it.
Of course, I then went to the League for my afternoon class and tried to do the magic again. The result was awful.
My latest painting based on a recent trip to New Zealand went through several iterations before I decided it was finished. This is my description of how Into the Light went from there to here: the evolution of a painting.
First, I painted the basic shapes of the trees and forest land in very pale colors. I then added masking fluid where I wanted the light to shine through in the final painting.
Then I added more color to everything. The tree trunks are starting to look purple (brown is boring).
Again and again I added more color, and then more masking. The next step is to peel off the masking fluid using a “Lift-off Tool (a fancy name for a rubber eraser) to see what is left to do.
The remains of the masking now become a sculpture (using the term creatively).
Finally, I intensify some colors, in some cases painting into the areas previously covered by the masking. The process is very similar to what I used to do with watercolor. In fact, I have thinned the acrylic to the point where it functions like watercolor (although it’s permanent once it dries).
NOTE: This final image looks very much like the final painting. The previous images are “browned” because I used my iPhone in the studio at the Art Students League. In spite of this, I hope you can still get a good sense of how this painting evolved.
As we drove around New Zealand, one of the things that amazed me was how much forest land there was, and how varied. I saw it whiz by as I rode the bus, I saw it up close and personal as I walked through, and I saw the New Zealand forest reflected in the sometimes crystal clear lakes. Some were dense rainforests; others were “prehistoric” with huge ferns everywhere. There was one tree I’ve never seen anywhere else, but every time I asked what it was, I got a different answer. There was a big bushy tree that bloomed big red flowers in the summer (December/January) that the locals called the Christmas tree.
Here’s another painting of the forest in motion, sunlight seen through the trees, reflected in my memory.
Finally finished organizing my many photos from our recent trip to New Zealand. What a wonderful country! New Zealand is an inspiration, in many ways. Artistically: beautiful and sometimes improbable looking trees; so much green, yet also orange and brown and silver in the volcanic areas. Ecologically: NZ is incredibly varied: rainforests, some of which look positively prehistoric; volcanic areas that look incredibly alien; glaciers advancing and retreating at amazing speeds; the Southern Alps (aptly named); some 2000 earthquakes each year…
And the people are fascinating. NZ is a frontier society and a mecca for people interested in extreme sports (bungee jumping is just the beginning). They are also incredibly caring about protecting their environment, recycling with a vengeance and making sure that their wild areas are preserved. And art is everywhere: the myriad galleries in Hokitika, the public art everywhere in Christchurch helping to compensate for the pervasive damage done by the 2011 earthquake, the Maori portraits in the Auckland Art Gallery. Truly impressive.
So as is my wont, I try to preserve my memories by painting. The photos I take are great reminders, but it is the act of painting that really cements the memory. In my first two paintings I am trying to capture the trees rushing by as we traveled from here to there, the feeling of motion while standing still. Different times of day, different kinds of light shining through the trees or reflected in the water.