I live in a place where the beauty of surrounding mountains inundates the lives of those who live within viewing distance. That place is Taos, New Mexico in the Land of Enchantment. This very contemporary rendering of the mountains is another way to feel their splendor and emotion. Not a realistic painting, but something that comes from the heart.
Mystical Mountains, Monotype on Paper, 4 X 6 inches, $95 (unframed)
I don't often create Southwestern images, but this one rattled around in my head for a few weeks until I put it on paper. The colors are very New Mexican as are the mountains in all their glory. Probably the first of a few more of its kind to make an appearance in the next few weeks. Keep watching.
Mountain Glory, Monotype with Watercolor, 4 X 6 inches
Life is a journey, taking us to places we know not. Whether of the past or present, the journey is to be valued for with each step we come closer to knowing who we are and where we are headed. And along the way we meet others on their own personal journey with whom we have so much to share. What started for me as life in rural Ohio where I traversed corn fields, picked off tomato worms and enjoyed the slow days of summer has turned into a glorious life adventure with travel taking me to many parts of the world and people sharing their special places in life. This piece is a tribute to the journeys of all. May they be safe and filled with life enriching experience.
Journey into the Unknown, Monotype with Charcoal and Oils, 6 X 4 inches, framed, $145 USD
I am starting to expand the visual boundaries of the faces which I paint. This painting includes arms and torso, not just a face. At one time, I painted nudes, standing figures which incorporated the entire body into the painting before I began to focus only on the face. The body can communicate as much as the face. In my diagnostic work with deaf children with multiple disabilities, I was observing a girl about 7 years of age. She had been identified and diagnosed as mentally retarded, but was referred to the California School for the Deaf for further observation. I observed her nonverbal behavior, how she played, how she imitated, how she moved in her environment. Thank goodness, someone else agreed with me and saw the same behaviors which I saw--not those of a mentally retarded child. The diagnosis was changed and she was placed into a classroom where she received the appropriate education. That's just a part of my "other, past" life which influences what and how I paint.
Last week I posted an image titled Can We Be Friends? In that post I indicated that the image was not completed. I have now finished it and finished a second one that may coordinate with it as a diptych or may be viewed separately. The diptych is titled Can We Be Friends? Separately this painting is titled as above: Hey, Look at Me. The character in this painting is so extroverted that attention to him cannot be denied. If you look very carefully, you might see another character a little less introverted and that is not the woman shyly demurring.
Inspired by my reading of Generations of Winter by Vassily Aksyonov, this image represents members of the Gradov family as they make their lives in the Stalin era. Members of the privileged class at the start of the Revolution, their fates are subject to the whims of the government. Their survival in the gulags and prisons of the Stalinist era is a story of passion and determination to live as shown in different ways.
Back to more traditional artwork for a change. I love Taos and its pueblo, so every once in a while I paint a pueblo image to be shared with others. For those who like to remember the pueblo itself, this painting serves to do just that. Small enough to fit into a niche and large enough to be remembered.
Pueblo Mini, Oil on Canvas, 3" X 3" (image size), mounted on 5" X 5" gessobord, 8 1/2" X 8 1/2" (framed size
I love baseball--nothing better on a lazy afternoon than to watch your favorite team, eat hotdogs, and watch a ball on the way out of the park--unless the ball is hit by the opposite team. Then it's "uh, oh, oh, no." When living in Pittsburgh, if I couldn't attend a game of the Pittsburgh Pirates, I listened on the radio as I created art on my sewing machine. How I waited for the crack of the bat, the announcer saying "Chicken on the hill with Will," and another home run by Willie Stargell. Stargell owned a chicken carry out on the Hill, a part of Pittsburgh largely African American. When Stargell hit a home run, there was some sort of free chicken for the patrons. I have been on the Hill, but never in Stargell's place. Those were fun days especially after hard work on a doctoral program at the University of Pittsburgh.
"Uh, Oh, Out of the Park," Oil on Canvas Panel, 6" X 6" X 1 1/2," $150 USD