10 November 2011

graces & granite

graces & granite  watercolor on Arches  16"x12"
My friend took the photo, I had rights because it was my camera.  It said I am the image of old California, still here.  It also said, Paint me.  I liked it that the image verbalized itself so well, and I agreed completely.  Granite's name was changed when it blew away in the dust and became a place equally as humble.  Tomorrow I start on a third, the red barn, and the crow flies quickly to False Spring as well.  The height of my trip is seeing something to paint that meets an interior criteria, speaking and showing all of its special details that point undeniably to what we lost in the rush of the NWO.  So be cheered this place still exists.  It is amazing how people lived and the funky variety of ways of life before everything became illegal and mandatory.

15 October 2011

Things you may not have seen ...

Ticket Depot for the Shambhala Express

Dogs of the Desert #1.

Or you may have seen.
Or things you might not have had an opportunity to see lately.
I found them in my stack of CDs while searching for a request and have put together a little exhibit for people who are new to the gallery and people who just want to see them. 

As always, for larger view, right click on image to open in a new tab.



One-hundred and twenty-eight Novembers

All things must pass

27 August 2011

I used to be shining and new

This goes back to 2008, the holidays, my visitors and I were exploring back roads and happened upon a so paintable scene, I'd passed this view often, but the presence of high-bouncing, familial DNA vibrations offered sudden new ways to look at known situations, places and truths. That's only one of the reasons we gravitate to one another, but possibly the most important one.  The brakes were slammed on and everyone pulled out their digitals and started shooting, coat collars turned high, snapping in mittens.  My product of that moment became known as Agave.  Su wrote a poetry piece in a comment that so perfectly captured the essence of that image, it came back to me often, until one day this August, wandering back roads again, looking for paintabilities, I found the psychic partnership just waiting to be connected.  Most amusing was the presence of an Indian Blanket, Gloriosa Rudica, a daisy subspecies.  I heard her say: You ruined me last time.  This time, let's do it right.  She heard me say:  If I had been a male, no problemo with the wheels, you know boys and cars ... but this time, I think you will be satisfied I am one of you.

I used to be shining and new ...
16" x 12" watercolor inks and gouache on Arches
Aug | 11

click to enlarge

27 July 2011

Don't marry a technique

... because when you overdo it, which one day you surely will, you will never be satisfied with the content. That was the lesson of early July. It is a bummer to put aside many long hours of work for maybe ... well, maybe never again. And when you are not satisfied, and look at the lesson lying there on your drawing table waiting for you to acknowledge it, its best to go all the way back to the beginning, Open your soul as a vessel, which rebuilds confidence while narrowing the field to a field you feel most comfortable wandering through. A home in which your heart beats and breaths are in sync. 

Indian Blanket Rock Garden
Here is a first, as far as I know, a painting I up and quit, don't like and then posted. Online. There was much promise, hours and full days spent running back and forth up the hill, down the hill, looking at the real thing and running back to lay it in. And when one glistening afternoon as a shaft of bright sunlight landed square on the full work, instead of the Indian Blanket clusters (Gloriosa Rudica), it had become a portrait of ah, rocks.. I'm only showing you an early phase because the later phase was not photographed, I had about 3 - 4 days left simulating dirt, which was coming out nicely, a mottling of Van Dyke and Antelope browns, but it was too late for the Indian Blankets.  I put the whole thing into the back of the closet, you know those kind of places for "someday" - Someday it might not be there and I will have forgotten about it kind of places?

Right away, I moved on to more familiar territory. Much father down the mountain is a valley we call the Flatlands. Every spring, thousands of sheep and their lambs are pastured on the other side of the fencing shown. Other times the occasional herd of cattle lease the land. Most of them time it is fallow and it is old enough to have grown mature Sage and unattended wild oats, cheat grass and weeds, all of it indigenous to the Transmontane region: desert thousands of feet above sea level mixed with mountain forests, heavily sprinkled with old growth Oak carpeting the canyons, the foothills and the flanks until, high up, where the top meets sky, it is all Alpine.  You'd need a helicopter to get up there.

Crow Alley
People whip past these scenes as if they are not there. Its like the upscale train Woody Allen stared into from the window of a dull grey commuter car filled with empty cheap seats, his train to nowhere.  He saw people in the next train whooping it up, toasting flutes of champagne, much laughter and celebration, jeweled women in evening gowns. As the train sped past him, he saw lovers, people dancing to a hot band from the Roaring Twenties. In this territory, I get to be him and them, simultaneously. The watcher and the celebrator.

Crows and Ravens circle slowly above the mountain tops, waiting on a thermal, floating noiselessly through the air and playing chase with each other.  In this unnoticed and seemingly invisible location, they have a entire runway for smooth landings complete with happy hour perches. To stand beneath lifts of feather is to be a silent air flight controller, unnecessary of course, and awed with every perfect arrival and departure. I don't think those passengers in fast cars would be interested. We have a long way to go to help them to see and sense the forces of Nature and none of it is simple when so few care at all about the world in which we live together.

Fortunately, every day is another lesson.
A great day is a day with lots of lessons.

23 June 2011

Bee Flowers with Glacial Erratics: a family portrait

12" x 16" watercolor on Arches
There is a place that inspires imagination and then anything else that was on the schedule evaporates like dew on a summer morning.  What is a schedule anyway but a map for the longer days, to be a good map it should be elastic so you will revisit it another day and another, knowing something inspiring will take you high ... and higher still.

08 May 2011

The Lambs Make Their Way through Mist and Fog

12" x 16" watercolor on Arches block
The wonderful friends of my other blog know this photo from frequent mentions of Oaks and sheep which so deeply stirs the collective unconscious memory of the one mind's concept of Livity, it fell onto the paintbrushes resting in my hand.

As a side note, they are also the recent escapees, reformed now that they discovered in addition to fog and yellow fungus on bark, our dogs are Sheepdog-Border Collies disguised as unruly family pets.

This is a gift for Jah little yout, Zion, Jamaican American, age 4 months, his first art. 

18 April 2011

Love is All

Love is All

(see drawing above)
aka Copper & Gold
16" x 12" watercolor inks on Arches

Bitsy had another life before she met my brother and sister in law, they rescued her from a shelter. Bitsy is one lucky girl, especially with three kids to play with her when she isn't napping with her better, her rightful, loving Mother.

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30 January 2011

food wagon at the Sphinx

Chemical Skies
While we wait for the Sphinx and Pyramids to reveal their long awaited secrets, our newest exhibit comes from sorting through hundreds of CDs to liberate works unpublished on the blog and gallery.  Exhaustive sorting is rather like a combination of robo signer and meticulous consumer, sometimes having to re-review and study from every possible angle.  There are mostly digitals here, just as Chickory's having gotten a new camera expanded her already prolific range, the timing on these works tells me that is exactly how many of these came about.

There are titles, but those are for my filing purposes, you will have better ones because you will see things differently, please feel free to suggest your own.  I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts.

We'll see how many images I can get into a post without having to make another. The desired outcome is to have the images show up without taking all day for them to open.  In most cases, you should be able to click on each individually to view a larger version by right clicking the image and selecting view link in new tab, I said most, not all.  A small few of these images are higher resolution reposts.  I'll be doing the same sorting and culling over the next few days and will put up the most interesting of whatever I find.  Following this project, the plan is to present an upcoming exhibit on the Art of Others, a few favorite works from our artist community who thoughtfully keep me updated.  Stay tuned.

In summary, I will just mention that to date, no better filing system was devised in my selection/review process and if you are also as technologically challenged as this indicates, we are doomed to shuffling our ways into whatever lies ahead.  One love.

Work is never done,  watercolor on Arches

                      Inca Spiral cropped detail from The Peruvians, washed watercolor on Arches

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Allen's Female at the Outdoor Cafe
Cat Stevens Live
TV in Every Room
A Saw Zaw Kind of Love, watercolor on Arches
Happy California Cows, watercolor on Arches

Proud Marys workin' for the man ...
Goodbye to all that
Sod Fog
Little Harbor, outside the capitol of Arawaka, watercolor batik on Arches

    Babylon, What Else