The Summer Plate...Cont...

I've spent the last two days working on building up a finish on the Summer plate and I documented the process. The work so far has been strictly acrylics (fairly watered down and layered). As soon as I flesh out the bottom corners I'll blend everything smooth with water based oils.

A Peek...

A peek at
the new office/studio

The new home is wonderful. I can't even begin to express to you how very happy it makes me feel to be back home in PA and how bright and positive this new house is to me. Each room is filled with good lighting and very good energy. I'm overwhelmed with creative vibes no matter what room I venture into which makes me very excited to see what transpires in the next couple of months art wise.

My focus in the house these last two weekends was preparing my son's bedroom, the kitchen and my office. Art work will get disrupted for a couple of weeks while I'm in transition, but I need a work space that is both comfortable and ready to go almost immediately when I move in officially in early June. I couldn't resist sharing a sneak peek at my new area to create illustrations and where I'll be working on finishwork and of course sculpting (small things.)

Before I left for PA for the weekend I tried to upload some sketches I did while on the train last Wed., but Blogger was being difficult. My creativity has been on. I suspect because of the new home and all the excitement revolving around new beginnings. It's all good and I can't wait to be back in my little home this coming weekend again.

I captured her dead on.
I'm very pleased and this was
my favorite from the session.


She kept moving her hand
which made it difficult to draw her

Yes, it was a flowered shirt....

Hat intrigued but was
difficult to draw

And So I Jet...

Jet quietly waiting

Over the weekend my inbox exploded with letters and questions after I had posted a photo of my new home in another part of the internet universe. There were so many questions that followed that I got to thinking that it's probably time....

I started thinking about writing this entry months ago in an attempt to explain to family and friends, who didn't know that my marriage had ended, why my blog would begin to contain talk and images of a new house and studio. My goal was to let people know that this change, which brought the studio to a complete halt for months oh so long ago, eventually brought me to a truly happier place. I wanted them to know that I was ok moving on and that they should rejoice with me. That this decision made me and my x much happier people.

During this time of transition I learned that I loved running and ran around the bay every other night. At one point it dawned on me that the sights, sounds and familiarity of the bay and of Brooklyn would one day be a distant memory. I loved the bay because it was a slight taste of nature for me in a city that never ever did fit me or feel like home.

My favorite Thai restaurant and their tank filled with beautiful fish, the fusion restaurant's pretty neon sign and the fishermen hoping for that catch along the footbridge, were visual treats on each run. On the way back a little boat named "Jet" was always my favorite to stop at and take a breather. There was just something so powerful and free in that little fishing boat sitting there in the bay dwarfed by the yachts quietly waiting for 6:30 AM to arrive. Something so ragged and tough that I had decided early on that that boat would, without a doubt, be my visual for this entry. I felt an odd connection to it. Even its name painted on with yellow deck paint appealed. Jet would serve as a melancholy reminder of my time in Brooklyn and of the last runs.

I look back and can think of all that transpired, some of which happened while I completely stopped working in my studio and when people hounded me about why I had stopped offering ceramic pieces I just didn't have the strength to tell them. But at this time I feel like mentioning a few instances that stick out strongly in my mind because they are important to me for they helped mold the new me that stands at this moment in time telling you that yes, as you have suspected, my life has changed greatly but change isn't necessarily a bad thing. At this very moment there is a creative tornado about to touch down as I prepare to jet. Something that wouldn't be unless this change had taken place.

If I went to dinner with you and couldn't hold my tears back know that just coming to dinner with me helped ease my loneliness. I'm sorry if my emotions made you uncomfortable. It wasn't my intention. Know that as I jet off I am thankful for your presence and for the strength you were able to help me find again.

If I visited your house on the many holidays that passed during this process and seemed distant and my gaze far away forgive me for I was caught between the past and the future and that is overwhelming no matter how you look at it. Know that I treasured our time together and that your rich traditions will help mold traditions in my new home.

If you went out of your way to talk to me because you sensed something wasn't quite right, thank you for your concern, kindness and motherly love when my own was so distant from within my arm's reach. Thank you for also sharing your personal story. Know it inspired.

If we worked together and I seemed aloof on the job site know that the work you gave me helped meditate me into new realizations. Thank you for hiring me and for being stern on the days I needed a good slap. I can't imagine this transformation taking place without you and your constant interjection of wisdom, wit, loving support and of course work for my hands so they wouldn't stay idle.

If we had coffee together and I talked your ear off for over two hours know that those hours were some of the most special I've had and I thank you for showing up and listening. I'm eternally grateful for having had the opportunity. You helped me to dream again....to hope.

So now I fly away to a new state and begin again. New adventures in a new home and a new studio with new people. I walk away with a sense of renewal and believe it or not a better friendship with my x. My son benefits from this greatly.

I go back to my little home town in Pennsylvania where things are a bit slower and more simple. Where my new neighbors have already begun to question how the hell I can say I grew up there with the Brooklyn accent I now apparently sport. Frankly, I don't know what the hell they're talking about. They're the ones with the accent! ( lol ) Home to where my dreams all began. Home to where my mom and dad live. Home to where I hope to build something wonderful for me and my son. Home to where a new creative explosion is just bursting to take place. And home maybe one day, if I could ever be so lucky, to a new someone who will love me just the way I am and I him. I can only dream and hope; and I do....

And so, I jet....

Charcoal on paper

Leap

Building up simple washes

Well, it was time to take the plunge and dive into painting the season plate I've titled "Summer." I couldn't put it off any longer. It became more stressful to sit here and look at it and think about what colors I'd use and how I would paint the piece than to paint it, so I just took a leap of faith and dove in. My drawing is already getting marred by the washes, but that's ok. I'm seeing a vision beyond just a pencil drawing now and I can't wait to see it come to fruition. I'm going to try and snag more particle boards. I'd like to start applying wash to the other two season pieces while my mind is focused on blocking out light and form.


Individual shot of washes
being built up slowly

Oliver resin in leopard appaloosa

I'm also working on another little "Oliver" resin. The hairing pattern on this resin was fun to work with and quite possibly my favorite part. I've found that working on resins in general have kept my hand very steady and has helped my illustrating. I'm not sure how this is so, but the color palette I'm using these days is very different than it used to be as is my drawing. Taking a break from illustration turned out to be rather helpful.

Speaking of breaks I'm very excited to have been invited to take a break and see the play "War Horse" at the Lincoln Center Theater today. As I type this I'm bursting with anticipation. I've watched the trailer on the website several times now and am looking forward to the onslaught of inspiration this production will no doubt give me. (Thank you Donna!!!!)

Quick shot of work desk

My Sweetheart....

"Horse"
by Francesco Danza

.....drew me a picture today....which made me forget about the rain I got drenched in on the way to the work site.....and made me forget that the train took over 2 hours to get into Bay Ridge. It also made me remember what is truly important and that no matter how bad our day or what is happening we are here to love.

<3

More Drawing

I'm in the middle of a few projects that I could talk about, but they are all at weird stages. A few people asked me to show more drawing, so I figured this would be fun to show. So I grabbed the pencils and sketched out a quick drawing of a bird. I have to come up with a better system. Holding the camera with my legs and then drawing on a seat using both hands isn't very comfortable.

Anyhoo...bird drawing:

Inspiration

Plate for Summer waiting
for paint

Sometimes inspiration comes in the most unexpected places. Yesterday inspiration hit me square in the jaw as I was indulging in a beer. The label (which was a lot of fun design wise) held a good deal of inspiration for the "Summer" plate I've been putting off painting. There are several components to this plate all of which have to work together well.

As the week progressed I've mixed color and painted the piece up in my head several times and each time the bottom left hand corner continued to baffle me. It's suppose to contain wheat and grasses and in my head that area keeps getting jumbled up with fudged paint marks.

Label that inspired
(the beer was pretty good too)

So when I saw this label I was greatly inspired to use the wheat drawing on it as a springboard to solve the problem in "Summer." Even though the drawing on the label was very tight and much different than my style of painting it would help. The plan was to section out the wheat, sketch it up, and get the feeling for painting the item before I would do it on the final piece. I could have gotten reference of real wheat but for me personally it some times helps to see how another artist or designer breaks down an object and produces it. In doing this exercise I've broken down the image in my own way and have prepared my brain for final production and I'll be able to work on that area properly now without much worry....or at least, that is the plan. I'm honestly a bit nervous to start the piece because I'm in love with the drawing and I don't want to mess it up.

Quick drawing of wheat


A quick painting in acrylics