I found this artist’s work on Pinterest a few months ago . I loved his style.
In searching through my morning media, blogs, artist’s websites , etc. I came across a blog by this same artist and thought I would post it . If you are interested in seeing more work by him you can go to “follow me on Pinterest” , ( scroll down the right side of my blog) and find his “page” Enjoy!
I have posted this article today that I got through a blog that I follow…. I always enjoy seeing other artist’s studios and their work in progress.
I am struggling these days with what I want the purpose of this blog to be. Last year whenI started it I had a different intention in mind. I went through wanting it to be a self promotion type of site, then an educational site, an inspirational site, and now, lately , I’ve been finding articles and writings that I like so much I want to pass them on. Maybe they’re all one in the same and I just have to be more – uh – regular with posting.
Enjoy the article.
Just a little bit more about my Mom now that I’ve started. Her name was Ellen. She was a musician, playing the piano,violin, the celeste and the organ at our church,( she learned to play the organ from a nun named Sister Carola. Sister Carola , before she became a nun was best college friends with my grandma, Mom’s mom and they were “mischief makers” , or so I was told by my grandma !). At Christmas time I remember going to midnight service at our Methodist church and my mom would play the organ , while people sang the Christmas carols, then the gentle bells of the celeste during more meditative moments, the warm candlelight glowing , the mystery of the late night. I always felt so proud that it was my mom playing all the beautiful music. I grew up listening to classical music playing either on the radio or the phonograph and I had my own little classical 45 rpms that I would play and dance to in my bedroom. I would set the needle on the record, go into my closet and come out with a flourish when the strains of Beethoven would start, then dance as if I was the star ballerina. I was probably 5 at the time. Ellen loved reading and had lots of books that I got to read …. Grapes of Wrath, Jane Eyre, and lots of other “grown-up” stuff…. at a pretty early age. Ellen got to skip a grade in grade school because she was so smart. She went to college to become a teacher but went quit after a couple years and went into the army , hoping to make money and go back to school after she served.( She met my Dad instead and got married.) She was one of just a few women in the Springfield MO, army corps symphony. She worked as a secretary for many years so that she could put my sister and me through college. I never really thanked her for that appropriately and I will always regret that. She was a kind, thoughtful person and never spoke a bad word about anybody . I sometimes wondered , growing up , if she would have been happier had she not gotten married and had her two kids and could have played her music all the time. She was an artist and it could be where I got my love for art from . I have become an artist. I have become the teacher she wanted to be…..
So, these are just a few of the memories that have surfaced again, after having this big painting hung at my place of work. I feel like I’ve come full circle some how, having the painting about her “with” me everyday at work has given me even more of a reason to love what I do – TEACH!….. I’m still thinking about it.
My mother died in the mid 1980’s. Artwork that I was doing at the time was figurative; abstracting the human form to address social issues of the day . My favorite artists at that time were Susan Rothenberg, Mimmo Paladino, Rufino Tamayo.
A few weeks after my mother’s funeral I started thinking about angels, thinking that maybe my Mom was now a guardian angle watching over me, and I started drawing and painting little wings on my otherwise earth-ridden people. I did several acrylic paintings with that same theme; one being a large piece, 6’x8′ , framed with a triangular pediment top . I wanted it to look like an altar piece.
That painting moved from one apartment to another, one storage unit to another for several years and then I got my job at Edgewood College. After teaching at Edgewood , a small , private Catholic college, and not wanting to see this huge painting done in honor of my Mom get damaged I got the great idea of donating the piece to the college. They accepted it and , it went in storage AGAIN ! A few more years went by and our new gallery director at the time, Paul, found it, took it out of storage and hung it in a small intimate space with a big empty wall in our new art building. It looked beautiful! Natural light from skylights let the “glow” show as it was intended. That gallery director left and we got a new one, David. He came to me one day and said the painting had to be moved again because the little room that it had been hanging in was being used for too many things and there wasn’t enough space. The painting might get damaged. A couple weeks later he told me it had been hung in the main entrance of the main building of the entire college! Well , there you go ! The painting finally has a permanent home…. a spiritual painting welcoming people into the college. In honor of my Mom…. my memories of her are in that painting. I can hear her voice and her laugh, hear her playing her violin and the church organ, remember how she used to wake me up for school and then crawl into bed with me for a little while , making me feel safe and secure before getting up and getting ready for school.
I just finished another Winterim session at my place of employment, Edgewood College in Madison WI. This is a 2 week long period of time that students can take classes and get a full semester’s worth of credit. We meet EVERYDAY for 3 hours and I had one class in the morning and one class in the afternoon. Six hours of classtime, 2 hours of prep-time, I was out of the house everyday at 7 am and home by 4:30 pm……. with maybe 30 minutes to gulp down some kind of lunch.
4 days off , and then, the real semester starts and back at it!
I LOVE IT !!!
The Winterim is proof of how much can actually get done in a very short time if that time is concentrated and focused. It is proof of what students are capable of learning and doing in that same amount of quality time.
The morning class I taught was in Figure Drawing. Drawing the nude…. everyday a live model, everyday a new set of skills to be learned: proportion, measuring ,bone structure, musculature,modelling 3-dimensional form, gesture/motion, media,patience, focus, imagination. We ended today with a 2 hour long pencil drawing of 2 poses in one drawing that related to each other in some way. Students had to draw a sitting pose and a standing pose that would relate to each other , switching back and forth about every 5 minutes….. After only 9 days of intense instruction and LOTS of practice they all managed to complete a pretty accomplished drawing! Some of the students had never had a drawing course before so I’m pretty proud of them!
The afternoon class was called Art Structure and it is specifically for NON-ART majors. Again, everyday , a new set of skills and information: drawing, color theory, design, painting, abstraction, printmaking, sculpture….. total chaos everyday…. CREATIVE CHAOS! And , once again, the work completed was fantastic.
Some of the work is posted here Enjoy!….