I love these clouds. The are brush strokes on the blue canvas.
Before I started this study, I masked off a rectangular area to remain free of paint. My idea was to keep this as a window on a fantasy life. I proceeded to layer the composition outside the white space, sponging off some areas to lighten them, and drawing lines with my dip pen. I had […]
I saw this blue trunk on one of my walks. I didn’t see anything cutting off the circulation, though.
I applied transparent glazes over my original wash of color. I don’t remember my original underpainting and the layering is now so dense that I can’t properly make it out. I used some masking fluid to preserve some of the penultimate layer. Then my trusty dip pen did its duty in tracing some of the edges of […]
I had a nice dream last night, for a change of pace. There were hundreds of purple bits arrayed in random, peeling off the floor. To my delight, I was able to control them and align them in the direction I wanted them to go.
As a photographer, an important lesson to learn is how to frame an image in the viewfinder. Normally, one ponders the background, hoping to eliminate anything that would detract from the point you are trying to make, or the feeling you are trying to portray. One doesn’t always get a clear indication of how to […]
I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t see anything except for the aftermath. It must have happened before I went on break, maybe even a week before (I don’t work regularly). I feel really bad for the poor sapling.
I’ve been playing with lines again. I kept the paper relatively unpopulated with marks and varied the thickness of the lines I put down. In the back of my mind, I must have been thinking of my ongoing recording project (converting my long playing records into computer format), as some of that iconology seeped into my composition. I kept […]
I began today with my very thick-nibbed dip pen. I love the fat lines it makes and the thin ones, if drawn in a perpendicularly to the ‘fat line’ making direction. I’ve read that some oil painters work on their canvas for a while and, if they don’t like what they see in one section […]
I took this photo in the parking lot. Even though it is easily recognizable, I still like the abstracty patterns. The rock however is NOT abstract, as I stubbed my toe on it!