Another small (8″ x8″) work in progress. This one is about 50% complete- I think.
I’m supposed to be finishing these pieces for presentation at festive holiday art markets. Will they be salable with the cheerful Christmas crowd? God only knows. They are coming out just as they please, though. Never been great at channeling lucre.
So is this little 6″ x 6″ painting- but it is has an end in close sight, and is very nearly there.
I have been seized by consumerist lust waiting for Sufjan Stevens’ newest release, Age of Adz, to be released. I bought it just as last night turned into today, and it delights me.
At the Art Students’ League of Denver, I’ve been enjoying making the monoprint “ghosts”- the second impression of ink left on the plate after the first printing- more than anything. The surprises there delight me, and though some areas are pale and perhaps too washed out they all present as possibilities to be expanded, worked into with color. Maybe ink, or watercolor, or colored pencils. I’ll probably go back into this one, “Happy Hour.”
Very sad to hear of E.C. Cunningham’s passing. MSCD Professor and printmaker extraordinaire, E.C. taught me and hundreds thousands of other art students how to make our very first prints. Serving on my thesis committee when I (finally) graduated just a few years ago, he asked me some tough, open ended questions that I’m still thinking about. Thank you for teaching me, E.C. My thoughts are with your family and friends.
Oil on wood, 12″x 12″. Just a bit too big to fit on my scanner, so I tried to overlap and merge two partial scans. My photoshop skills were sorely taxed and the seam is visible- there is no such hard line in the actual painting.
As I grow longer in the tooth I think more and more about Sugar Mountain.
Specifically, I would like to eat lemon meringue pie for breakfast.
At the kitchen table with my first cup of coffee and the newspaper, before I’ve even had a shower. Lemon meringue pie.
My mom makes the best lemon meringue pie in the world (it was my dad’s favorite) and to hear her talk about it, learning to make it solidify satisfactorily at this altitude and to get the meringue fluffy and toasted was a herculean feat.
I can’t remember the last time Mom made one. Dad’s been gone eight years. I’ll ask her about it and try to get the recipe. I will post the results here.
In other news, I’ve been enjoying making monotypes under the instruction of Joe Higgins at the Art Students’ League of Denver. It feels like a natural for my process, but SO much quicker, more immediate than an oil painting. The latest are too big to scan on my flatbed-I’ll take photos soon. Here are some smaller, earlier experiments: