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The Devil is in the Details
My father was a detail man. He was a commercial artist, and his specialty was filling in the designs on the fabric of shirts, pants, diamonds, and just about anything else that was advertised. I can’t imagine how he had the patience to do such a thing, but, perhaps it’s just that it was income,…
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Looking at the Bigger Picture
The picture above started with a small sketch. As you can see, the lines are messier, and the detail unclear. That’s what the problem with working small is. So partially, it’s my lack of physical stability that’s making me work so small. Also, having the long, tired out, idea that small pictures would sell…
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And What I Mean by That is..
Which gave me an idea of how to handle the branch, which gave me an idea of how to handle the middle ground, and so forth, so on, and blah, blah, blah, etc.
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Start with what you know….
Summer and spring are almost too pretty to come up with something interesting and moody.
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Bricks
A little background info…. I’ve been away for a while, in case you haven’t noticed. I needed some time to reflect, think about where I’ve been, where I’m going and most importantly, where I am. And it all comes down to bricks…well, sort of. When I first really got going working in colored pencil, I…
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And Poof, it was gone
I’m talking about the post I just wrote, and lost. Ah, well. Facebook keeps reminding me that I haven’t posted in a while. I apologize for my absence. The truth is, I’ve run straight into a brick wall of an artist’s block. I’m as stuck as a car in a muddy ditch. This has happened…
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All in a Day’s Work
I’m kind of struggling here. I’m trying to catch the excitement that I had for the artwork I did in New York, but have yet to capture in Connecticut. Most of my work here, has come out boringly representational. I kind of realize the elements I’m missing… I did put human objects as subject matter,…
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It’s Raining In New York
As well as raining here. My friend just asked me the other day if I regretted moving from NYC to Connecticut. Truth is, I don’t. I think I already went into how I remember the romance and excitement of the City, but not the humdrum stress. Like the idea of New York City in the…
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Turn, Turn, Turn
There was a song big in the sixties, during the folk music era. The lyric went something like this; To everything, turn turn turn…there is a season, turn turn turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven. Some of you, I know, remember this song. Some of you, will remember it because your parents…