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Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Thanks Jim!
I've added The Rookie Year to the site at last. Many thanks go to Jim Wrinn, Editor of TRAINS Magazine for giving the permission to make this possible. The story also has a small image of Harold Highballs, a painting I created specifically for this story. I am thinking of writing a piece on creating this painting sometime in the near future. Stay tuned. Labels: Journalism, Watercolor
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Sunday, January 28, 2007
Morning Rush, Portland
Labels: Portland, Watercolor
Morning Rush, Portland, 2007; watercolor on paper, approxamately 16 x 25 inches.
Here is the jumping off point. Me being me, I didn't quite paint it in weekly, zen-like meditative days as I had planned. Noooo. Of course not. Every electronic device was still up and running, there were papers tossed everywhere, and I couldn't even resist putzing around with a few work projects. And on a day off! If I had stuck to it the first day, it would have been down less than 12 hours later. Did the painting improve or suffer due to the pause? I am not sure, tho the clipboard did make little marks on the paper edges. So be it; they'll be safely matted out of view if (when) it is ever framed.
This is, of course, the jumping off point in a series for me. The first thought was to paint things that are "relevant" the my world -- whatever that is -- without being pandering, overly self-conscious, or overtly political. Good luck. Yet this desire has kicked me into thinking about works that I would not have once considered. Still, some guiding force must be in place, lest I begin to randomly paint all over the place, with no rhyme or reason. So I've decided to combine some passions, and make this a series on -- might you guess it? Route 99 West. Now you say, this is a painting of a MAX train crossing the Steel Bridge in downtown Portland. What bearing does that have on 99W? But do not forget, the highway once went down Harbor Drive, where the Tom McCall Waterfront Park is now. Then it dashed up over the Steel Bridge, up Interstate Avenue, and joined 99E -- the Grand Avenue / Union Avenue (later MLK Blvd) couplet -- at the foot of the present I-5 interstate bridge. So, indeed, the industrial cathedral that is the Steel Bridge was once part of the vital link that was 99W.
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Satiation
After a long absence from painting, I've returned to it. With what promises to be a fiscally tight term, I needed something to occupy my "me time" with that did not cost much. Additionally, I needed down time, time that was truly dedicated to doing something other than working on school projects or homework. Both of these led me back to the brush case this Saturday last. Labels: Watercolor
Speaking of, my brushes are quite a mess. Frayed, some of them. Some of them got mangled from non-watercolor uses. Some of them are simply getting old. How I'd love to have one of those big, pure Kolinsky sables! But wow. Those cost as much as a motel room or an Amtrak ticket. I could justify it, eventually. If I had the cashflow. But I don't. So I make due.
Making due is a serious constraint on my work, I've noticed. For example, in one painting I have just begun, the sketching portion suffered severely from my inability to keep a piece of paper taped to a door while I projected a slide onto it. Frustrating, as I held up the paper with my left hand and hurriedly sketched with my right. But then these little imperfections are part of the very character of the painting, part of what separates the painting from the photo it began with. Which brings up another serious issue, that a poor photograph can make a great painting. And perhaps, vice-versa?
I'm coming to like working larger. Big 22x30 sheets are unlikely to see scissors of mine in the future. The scale allows finer detail, a finer perception of precision, and less percentage of the image hidden by a theoretical matting. But it really need bigger brushes! And for large areas like skies, it needs far more skill and rapidity in washes!
My paper, speaking of, is running short, though I'm still finding working on an oversized clipboard to be ideal. I can move it anywhere I wish, though if I ever do plein-air work it may have to be with the benefit of the car.
Now that I am back with the brush again, I have to say there is a slight satisfaction from feeling it all come together again subconsciously. Watercolor for me is almost like an old, irreplaceable friend, one whom you can not talk to in ages and then pick up with exactly where you left off. And that is the best kind of friendship at all.
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