Well, a small section of a work in progress- the bit that can be caught on the scanner bed.
I’m working on this painting for a politically-themed show. Originally sparked by Mark Twain’s brilliant short work The War Prayer, I found myself looking through a box of my grandfather’s World War I stuff for inspiration. Among a bleak report from the division sanitary inspector ( the unwrapped French bread was loved by American soldiers but always getting unloaded on the muddy ground) , a brief history of the operations of the 1st division, and a June 19, 1918 memo on the exorbitant price of French foodstuffs, I found a poem. 52 type-written lines organized in 3 stanzas are written about “The Other Bird,” the guy on the supply side who wishes he was fighting. The last half of the last stanza:
Nice little video (apparently an excerpt from a longer movie) of this Denver artist working on site. I find it fascinating to watch plein air painters. The process is so immediate and so different from mine. Check out Joellyn’s palette. I’ve never seen paint piled so high nor squished together so closely.
keeps getting deleted from my photobucket account. Other life drawings, including males with full frontal nudity, remain. I have no idea what’s so offensive about it, though some of the proportions are a bit out of whack.