The 36″ x 48″ oil titled The Call is finished. This is the seventh and final post in the series about making this painting. Here are the links to the other posts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 I started the painting in May 2013 and finished it yesterday on the…
I came across an amusing article in the infrequently read (for me) online mag Vulture called Zombies on the Walls. It decries the flood of copy-cat abstraction drowning the market, calling the the trend M.F.A. Abstraction among other less polite things. Give it a read.
My son and I are flying to Trenton this evening where my daughter will join us. We’re taking the train to Manhattan tomorrow (I met their mother on a train from Manhattan) to visit galleries and go to the Met. We’ll be back home to the studio on Saturday. Frontier Airlines has a great deal on tickets from Cleveland to Trenton.
You know when your paint surface gets too slick and oil starts to bead? There are several remedies. Rubbing an onion over the surface works but has issues–obviously. A better method is to use denatured alcohol. A light application over the surface cures this problem instantly. Make sure to not overdo it. Too much alcohol…
Here’s work from today and yesterday. Yesterday I finished the under-painting for the smaller work titled Woman on E. 10th Near Tompkins Square. I met the woman during my last visit to New York in November. I was rambling around my old stomping grounds and she was kind enough to let me photograph her. It’s 30″ x…
I remember one particularly heated conversation about art. I was 19 and preparing for my first trip to New York city. My companion, a musician, and I were walking along a Midwestern city street gesticulating to one another, carried away by the force of our ideas.
It’s a beautiful day today. The weather is fine and it’s Mother’s Day.
Kathleen, my darling, it’s been 24 wonderful years. I love you as much now as I did then–more.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mother-in-law Rose. You have always been the mother-in-law every man wants: kind, supportive, and good-hearted.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mother Betty Jane. It’s impossible to believe you’ve been gone 34 years. In my heart you’ve never been gone for a single instant. Not a day goes that I don’t think about you.
I didn’t know Philip Pearlstein long enough for him to be a true mentor, but even so he made a powerful and long-lasting impression on me. During the 80’s Philip was on the staff of Brooklyn College. His presence was the main reason Brooklyn College’s graduate fine arts department was ranked #2 in the country behind only…