Painting in its forever home.

My client that I met at Calabasas had commissioned me to create a repeat of a small painting in a larger size for a space in the guest bathroom.  He lives close enough to my other half that I was able to deliver.  Here’s ‘Ron’s Red Morning’ in it’s place.

Painting in guest bathroom

Gonna be hanging out with the towels.

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Easter bunny.

Easter saw me not egg hunting, but preparing a nest.  Carter James is due to join us on earth in the next month or so, and his Mom wanted his name and initial painted on the wall of his nursery.  As the nursery is between my place and my other half’s place, the logistics figured out best if I went by on Easter morning.  That worked for the family too, it was a lazy morning and they relaxed downstairs while I inscribed on Carter’s wall.

nursery name mural

A big C for the little C on the way.

The balloon of knowledge….

Here’s November’s monthly newsletter.  As an addendum, I realize I was actually working on 25 commissions in October.  When do I find time to clean the house?  Oh, wait……

Stress levels.

The studio doesn’t normally look this messy.  Actually it’s looking a bit better than it had done as 20 of the little oil paintings I had to do are drying on the line, one is on the wall, two behind me (not shown – one landscape, one pet portrait) and one on the left still in progress taking up the main project table.  While I wait for a good time to make the next round of progress on the one on the left, I’m working on exercises for a class I’m going to start teaching next month.  It’s a watercolor class and as you can see, there’s hardly anywhere to put the watercolors.

Art Studio in a mess

There really isn’t anywhere to put anything down! The painting on the left is on supports, with oil paints stashed underneath it.

This too shall pass in about a week when I get the large oil dry enough to put on a wall to finish drying, and by then the babies should be dry enough to stack somewhere until I deliver them next month.  (Watch for the December newsletter probably to find their destination, it’s fun!)

 

Newer Work #68

I’ve long wanted to see the Aurorae, but cost and logistics have always prevented it – plus that pesky old unalterable – the cold!  Nevertheless I can be inspired by the photos that others post.  The tough one about painting the aurorae is that it’s light on blackness – something that can’t be easily done in watercolor, and the soft swirls can’t be done easily in acrylic.  So this is one of my most impressionistic skies.

If you love it – it’s small enough to ship easily, still gift sized and ready to go on the wall.   Others that I’ve posted recently were from a batch of matted pieces.

Refractured watercolor painting

#1256 Aurorae II. Refractured watercolor on flat panel, acrylic edges. 11×14″, $180.

Forever home

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“Tranquility with tree”

Last month, from my show at 29 Palms Gallery, I sold a painting that went to its forever home in Wisconsin.  “Tranquility with Tree” has a special place in my heart – my some-times art dealer Rick Pantele and I put a 5×10 foot giclee version of it into an office at Kaiser Permanente.  Tranquility with Tree also spent about two years in the Pioneer’s Museum in Imperial.  I had stopped taking it to shows as it was my last framed piece, and the last one in a series is always the hardest one to sell.  So I was delighted it sold a couple weeks after coming out of the museum, from a gallery where it got to hang on its own little wall and didn’t stand out like a sore thumb.

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In shipping it to Wisconsin, I got to talking to the client – whom I have not met – and he kept in touch through the reframing and sent me a picture of my baby in its Forever Home.  Then he ordered a commission painting to go with it!  The sibling went out in the mail today and I will hopefully have a portrait of the two of them together in due course.

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“Joshua Evening”

 

Back on the street….

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Chalk skyscape at Indio Chalk Festival, 2013

For several years I ‘chalked’ at the Indio Chalk Festival.  Grubbing away on the floor and removing all traces of fingerprints.  The last couple of years there was a date conflict so I was unable to fold myself up in an abnormal posture for many long hours, however this year there is no escape from the reminder of the distance of youthful flexibility or why I don’t paint in pastels.

If you’re in the area on Friday, come and see me bringing the sky to earth, or come and join in yourself on either day. (Wear clothes that you won’t cry when they get wrecked…)