Thursday, July 18, 2013

I can see where I'm going, but it's slow going

I can see where I'm going with my artwork, but it's slow going.  I have this tendency to want there to be symbolic, identifiable imagery in my work instead of the purely abstract.  Yet as I look down the road I see that I must break up the shapes and colours on the canvas and try and find that more abstract way of representing symbols.  It's a challenge I enjoy embracing even though my abilities aren't up to the visions in my head.  As always more experimentation is needed.  I can "think" of what I want to make, but can I "paint" what I think of?  That is the question.

Monday, July 15, 2013

current painting phase3

Other than the fact I seriously stunk up the house today spraying fixative on the charcoal marks of the painting in it's "phase2" it's been a good painting day.

Unfortunately my mister just got home and can smell the stuff everywhere.  My smeller must be faulty.

Here's "phase3" of what was called, "rust & bone".  This painting probably won't retain that name but for now it's the only thing I can think of.
There's more work to be done on the fingers of the hands.  Might toy with adding something in the darkness of the shirt.  You never know . . . . !!!???

Sunday, July 14, 2013

"rust & bone" a work in progress

Once again I start out with an idea for a painting, Gordy makes the stretcher bars to the size I think I want to work with, this time 4' sq. and I proceed with stretching canvas and gessoing (priming).

Then comes the first interesting step, the background.  With the current canvas I thought it might be great to have a "rusted" background.  In the decorative painting world you can actually buy paint that is fashioned with iron particles that will rust with a corrosive solvent sprayed on after the initial layer of iron paint is dry.

My jar of the stuff was about dead. Reconstituting was an effort with more chunks of solid iron pebbles than actual paint emulsion.  Mixing some acrylic medium with it I managed to make something like pebbly iron paste to smash on the canvas panel, laying it down on the floor so that it would stick. Before it was even dry I used the spray bottle of corrosive on it distributing the spray and splatter over the entire surface.

The result was quite pleasing.
Now to the second step, the image overlay. The original idea didn't seem quite right so I looked through my scribbling sketchbooks to find an idea tha will work better with such a lovely forest of rust.

I was inspired by the idea of drawing over the rust with charcoal as well as paint some areas.  I was struck by the image of simple arms with hands meeting and sleeves.  I didn't want there to be a face so thought of gold leafing the face area to play shiney smooth with rough texture.  Tomorrow I shall paint in the area of the hands and arms perhaps leaving the sleeves as nothing more than suggestions.  Will have to see where it leads. 

The lighting looks a bit different from the fist picure because the rust was sealed to keep from turning black.

Once the charcoal has been sprayed with fixative to keep the charcoal from smearing I shall put in the hands and arms in oil paint.

I like how you can assume there is a head and face but the drawing of the bits and bobs lend a bit of pleasant abstraction, as if there's thinking or wandering in the mind going on with this character.  

As always I'm fasinated by depth and flatness.  Stayed tuned for phase3!

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Hello Summer

Hello Summer!
It's July in it's full brightness of summer.  This summer compared to last is vastly more pleasant.  Last summer we couldn't sit outside for the extreme heat.  This summer my mister and I debate whether we really want to turn on the airconditioning, shutting out the birdsong and warm smell of grass.  Some heat is good, the fan whirring in the background to make my artroom more ventilated.  Until I sweat sitting still I think I'll keep the windows thrown open.

We're having a party today and I've thoroughly cleaned the house.  Only time I ever do is when there's going to be a party.  Funny how I hate to clean but once engaged I'm a house-a-fire for getting EVERYTHING sorted.  Must be a misfiring gene in me somewhere.

Most of the time I'd rather be in the studio slinging paint, but after a recent visit away from home, I came home to regroup as it were. There is so much to see and do and I now know why people clean their houses before they go on holiday.  It is quite unsettling to come home to a dirty house.  Never thought this sort of thing would bother me.  But having it all clean helps me have my mind clear as well.  Rather like having the grass cut.  Why don't we enjoy it in it's wildness, long and lush.  We must be pre-programmed to think it only looking right and calm when mowed!? hmmmmm?

Today's musings are just some scribbling from my travels.  They aren't about anything in particular, just wanderings to keep myself occupied when there was waiting to do at airports, etc.

Full of you (L) and girl interrupted (R)

 Rocky waterfall in sun or moon (far above)
Just above, something about tomorrow.

Left, blood tree, 
below, dolphin moon