Artist as Collector
As a collector of art for years, it is an assemblage of like-minded things. One thing added to another begins as a journey and ends as a trip of unending discovery. There are worse ways to spend a life. Enjoy the quest!
As a collector of art for years, it is an assemblage of like-minded things. One thing added to another begins as a journey and ends as a trip of unending discovery. There are worse ways to spend a life. Enjoy the quest!
He taught me everything I know about the artist spirit. I never learned to paint in watercolors even though I tried for many years under his tutelage. He instilled in me a love of plein air painting (that’s painting outside for those who might not be familiar with the term.) He taught me how to “see” as an artist which is a lot different than just plain old looking.
Art consumes about a third of my day, gobbles up most of my life in a rather chaotic way. Paint It – Live It To help readers and followers avoid being swept into the overall idiosyncratic vortex of my creative and all-encompassing life, I’m simplifying where you can find things pertaining to my art and art-related…
I received the notification just today that Your Name Here, my ArtHouse Co-Op book project, is now part of their digital library. My original book, as well as hundreds of others, have been traveling around the country this year.
Maybe one of these days, I’ll paint his portrait. It probably won’t look like him, but it’s about the process. Picking up those sticks of pastel and smearing them around on the paper. And I can fill volumes about how light falls across his body. But that has little to do with painting dogs.
But this day, I met Prospect and his companion. They’re on a K9 Road Trip and let me take their photograph in front of the Old State House. If you need tips on dog friendly places when you travel, be sure to bookmark this site. You can Like Prospect on Facebook and follow him on Twitter as well. I’ll post my painting of him one of these days.
The sun always has a way of washing out the colors. I was taken by surprise by the vitality of the “color-grays” in the stumps of these two dead trees shrouded in fog. The rings of a shortened life held so much interest…