This is the last in the series.
I am who I am
- l am a self-taught artist and a retired inner city school teacher. Several years ago I began painting watercolors while observing work done by artists who I thought had a special take on how they used color. As a starting point for my pursuit to paint with determination a few of the artist I have become familiar with are Alice Neel, Marlene Dumas, Paul Cezanne, Claude Monet,and Henri Matisse. “Warriors” is the series title I’ve given to a block of my work.. This series is initiated in part from the colorfully painted faces and bodies of native peoples, who decorate for the various stages of life from birth to death. When I look into their eyes, I see their souls. I feel that in portraying them in the deeply saturated colors and patterns and symbols of my own design, I capture a mystery of humanity which is reflected in their eyes. I always strive to paint with loose, expressive brush strokes, and use bold, vivid colors. I work very spontaneously, mostly in mixed aqua media on paper because I like the way the paint flows and I like the transparency of the colors resulting in an organic piece. I am constantly experimenting with new colors and techniques.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Primrose MooMooSita lives on Primrose Lane and isn't sure if she should be eating the Primroses in the field or Dancing the Tango with the charming Bull who lives down the pasture a bit. She is of a certain age and she is leaning toward taking a cruise to Argentina and dancing the night away under the blue moon with flowers in her hair...after all she was one of the original flower children.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Big Ginger was a gentle soul. But now she is turning to the ways of the pasture. She is digging up weed, singing songs from West Side Story and is hanging out at tattoo parlors. With no role models, she doesn't know which way to turn. "When your a Hef, you're a hef all the way, from your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day."
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
This is Hoofer and what I was doing is trying to capture the full cow with some attitude. He is looking back at his barn mates. He is not smiling because he is a Steer , and you know what they do to become steers...
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Ode to a Cow
When life seems one too many for you,
Go and look at a cow.
When the future’s black and the outlook blue,
Go and look at a cow,
For she does nothing but eat her food,
And sleep in the meadows entirely nood,
Refusing to fret or worry or brood
Because she doesn't know how.
Whenever you are feeling bothered and sore,
Go and look at a cow.
When everything else is a fearful bore,
Go and look at a cow.
Observe her gentle and placid air,
Her nonchalance and savoir faire,
Her absolute freedom from every care,
Her imperturbable brow.
So when you’re at the end of your wits,
Go and look at a cow.
Or when your nerves are frayed to bits,
And wrinkles furrow your brow;
She’ll merely moo in her gentle way,
Switching her rudder as if to say:
“Bother tomorrow! Let’s live today!
Take the advice of a cow.”
The Old Farmers’s Almanac
Today I met a cow or should I say a heifer, and she captured my heart. Her name is 88. As I was driving down a country road I stopped to look at the cows and 88 ran up to the fence to greet me. As soon as I started talking to her, yes, I talk to cows, she took one more look at me and ran like a bat out of hell as fast as she could away from me. Now let me tell you, I am a sweet person, I had no threats, She ran toward an older looking heifer named 82. This is beginning to sound like an episode of Get Smart. I have never seen a cow move that fast and didn't know it was possible. She looked so innocent...boy is she in for some surprises in her life. So here she is. Aiddee Ate I will come see you again soon.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Bruto Bull is keeping an eye on Farmer Guy and Bessie and is planning a getaway or should I say a run away so he and Bessie can retire on a free range field in Montana. He too has some wear and tear on his weary bones, and big dreams, so he is sympathetic to Bessie's Dilemma.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Bessie woke up one morning unable to produce milk for Farmer Guy. She looked at the calendar and realized that she was of a certain age and no longer served a purpose for who she thought was a Gentleman Farmer...That is when she realized the grim reality of her future. She would be visiting the Golden Arches, and not as a customer.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
I have so enjoyed painting this character. Here are a few versions I have done of him using slightly different styles and sizes. I call him Eduardo. I am getting inspired to do one more. Some of you racy ladies have suggested I remove the inner tube...LOL.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Thursday, April 2, 2015
This is based on a scene of a couple of guys on the beach in Malta during their lunch hour. The beach was all rock made from years of limestone building up to make a very uneven rocky beach. I think I have captured the feel of the beach on the day I observed it.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Am working on roosters but not ready to unveil any yet so am having a throw back Thursday and am posting this piece that I did last fall , before the snow fell. These were painted from actual sunflowers that I picked. They were growing wild in a field.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
The other night at around midnight, I took a drive out to Lake Superior because there were reports of fantastic Northern Lights being displayed. I wanted an unobstructed view of the light show. Well, when there is no moon or stars out the lake is pitch black. So black that once I turned off the headlights I could not even see my hands in front of my face. Thank god for the flashlight on my phone. I worked my way down to the lake where I heard frozen water cracking. It was the only sound around. I saw lots of clouds that appeared to have been back lit by the Northern Lights. I did not see any of the movement of the lights but never the less it was pretty amazing. A bit of me thought how foolish I was for being out there in the dark where it was icy and where there was lots of icy snow to slip on but the tranquility and beauty of it made it worth while. This is my interpretation of my experience.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
I am officially switching over to chickens and roosters. It doesn't mean there won't be an occasional cow or bull or calf in the mix but I need to fill the barn or hen house with some new faces. This guy is done on a much larger piece of paper than the cows. It is 15 by 22 inches which is 4 times larger than most of the cows I have done. Arches watercolor paper and professional grade paints as always. Rise and shine...
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Baby Pink is new to the playground. She is that awkward stage: no eyelashes, no udders, no lipstick and no boyfriend. What's a girl to do?? The other kids are telling her it is just a matter of time. Let's go play in the mud they say. So they started a game of Frisbee using the mud-pies they found along the way to the playground.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
I challenged myself to paint something with only two colors so I used Cadmium Orange and black to get this baby. Black of course is my forbidden paint from a tube so I had to borrow a smudge from someone who doesn't know better. (tee, hee) I usually make my own shade of black from my limited palette. Anyhow, this is my resulting piece.