I’ve had about a half-dozen painting sessions with The News. The 44″ x 60″ painting is mid-flight. I estimate there will at least that many more sessions before it’s finished. Large-sized paintings with just a few figures enable me to really work the figures. A lot of my paintings recently, even the large ones, have small-scale…
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Studio chaos
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•What better way to start the new year than turn the studio upside-down? As part of a general house reorganization, we moved the cable modem and router into the studio. This meant we had to move paintings–a lot of paintings!–to get to the wall. This resulted in a two-day jumbled mess, as you can see in this photo.…
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Christmas morning
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•Christmas morning. My daughter, Jane, is home from college, and we’re waiting for her and our two high school-age sons to wake up. This is the first Christmas that the children didn’t get us up at the crack of dawn. I’m taking advantage of the quiet before the storm to get some studio time. It’s…
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Robert Koepnick, sculptor
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•When I was in high school, my regular habit was to take the bus downtown from my suburban home outside Dayton, Ohio. After rambling about, I always went to the library to read and study. Haunting libraries was a habit I developed from my earliest days. Anyway, above the entrance to Dayton Metro Library was (and…
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Invisible art
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In the (new) studio 11/16/2014
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•This is the first ‘In the studio’ update from the new studio. The Picnic has been thoroughly roughed-in and the over-painting is underway. The dark tones will be pushed next. The folding chairs in the foreground will be very dark. This photo shows two of the three easels (the third is smaller). I worked on…
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Move-in day in the new studio
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•Aside
Me and the dog–the notorious Silky Terrier, Buddy–walked on the beach this morning. The violence of Lake Erie’s gales always surprises those unfamiliar with the Great Lakes. During storms, the lake is nothing like the placid oasis for pleasure boaters and fishermen that we hold in memory. It’s loud–a continuous roar. The legendary power of the waves smashing the shoreline is the bane of lakefront property owners.
Buddy and I walked down our rough steps and out onto the jetty, buffeted by the wind and soaked by the wave-tossed spray. After a short walk, Buddy had enough and we made for home. This gale is mild compared to those that will come soon.