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Sunday, July 15, 2018

Watercolor stories

"Moonlight"
Paintings should hint at stories, I've heard, and I'm finding that most paintings have stories.
July's #WorldWatercolorMonth daily challenges are provoking stories of my own as I try to match emotion and craft with the subjects.
"Yum"
The most recent prompts were Forest Animals, Fast & loose, Sweet Treats, and On the Beach. All are 5 by 7, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper.
Here they are, with a second, more impressionistic one of the roadrunner done today, just for fun. I'm perhaps most pleased with this one so far. It makes up for the failure I had on mountains, so there is still one a day.
That is the key, having fun, trying new things. 
I still have a long way to go on figures, but how better to practice than on a long-legged brunette in a bikini? 
"Red Hat"
Stories, I told you--unicorns, roadrunners, snow cones, and beauties. 
Tomorrow may be a little different, more abstract or impressionistic--wonder what the story will be on "Casting Shadows"?
"Beep, beep"

"Speed"


Friday, July 13, 2018

Readings

Read, paint, draw, and a little writing, but more reading. These last two weeks have alternated between  these diverse doors of reality.

  • Watercolor--Whitney, a late great painter and teacher helping me in my DIY art school. Daily readings and thinking required.
  • Just finished, Palmer, On the Brink of Everything...deep thinking and truths about getting older.
  • Just started, Thomas Merton's autobiography, since so much I read seems to refer to him these days, about living and eternity (oh, wait, that's redundant).
  • Hopping chapters, Craig Childs travels about out southwestern deserts, and the repeating dyings of our planet, including now.
  • Seabald, Rings of Saturn--here's a story of my summer international twitter bookclub, headed by a professor at Cambridge. Mind blowing. 

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Light and life--lessons

"Early Risers," 8 x 10, 140 lb. d'Arches cold press paper
Light and life. Two days' watercolor prompts spring from somewhere inside, after a  failure Sunday.
"Light and Luminous" was yesterday, and today was "Beautiful Blooms." 
Lessons? Tried painting "Mountain Climbing" Sunday and turned out a soulless piece with a person standing on a peak, but it had no feeling, no Terry Clark who loves mountains deep in his soul.  Depressing.
Yesterday's was a challenge, but with Susan's suggestion, I found humanity and some success in "Early Risers," the first decent 8 x 10 I've done in a while. It helps that it was on good d'Arches paper. Maybe it should be titled "Can you smell the coffee?"
"Happiness," 5 x 7 Fabriano Artistico cp
I dreaded today's subject, because while I love flowers, I hate painting them. Never been good at them because I'm too detail oriented.
After two failed attempts, I remembered from my DIY art school readings and more, "Paint shapes, not lines," and "paint what you feel, not see."
So here came "Happiness," sunflowers, the face and symbol of happiness, and life from the sun--and it's impressionistic too.
Tomorrow? Forest Animals. Can I do a decent Grizz?  Hope so. Maybe the roadrunner I saw today will help.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Flights of imagination: Chess and humor askew

"Shah Matta," 8 by 8 140 lb d'Arches cold press paper
Daily prompts for #worldwatercolormonth push my imagination and watercolors, as with "Playing Games," and "Things that Fly" this weekend.
Chess was the obvious choice yesterday, having played actual games with a long time friend, and also because I just didn't want to paint a knight. Thus "Shah Matta," (Persian for "The King is Dead," hence "Check mate"). So with apologies and homage to Picasso and Dali, I tried something new.
More abstract is on the month's horizon.
"Smiley," 5 x 7 140 lb. Fabriano Artisitco cold press paper
And today, after considering kites, and owls and pterodactyls,  let's just bend it a little more. Thus a real flight of the imagination. 
Tomorrow? "Climbing Mountains."

Friday, July 6, 2018

Shades of Blue, and Simple things

Blue Moon rising on a Storm-Tossed Sea, 140 lb. d'Arches cold press pape
Daily prompts from Worldwatercolor --yesterday, Shades of Blue, and today, Simple Things.
I probably use more blue pigment that any other. I don't know why, but it works that way.
The challenge of daily painting leads me to abstract thinking and eventually painting. So here is "Blue Moon Rising on a Storm-Tossed Sea"--eight different blues, 8 x 10. Metaphor?
And today, much simpler. "Remember When," that little red wagon you had when life and fun was so much simpler? 5 x 7.
Tomorrow's prompt? "Playing Games."

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Family moments

Family Moments," 5 x 7
Today's #watercolor month daily challenge topic was "Family Moments."
Here it is, pretty rough, lots of texture, something I'm not happy with, but it fits the day.
But I can't help but think about those poor children locked up in Trumpfuhrer's concentration camps, without the families, and without freedom. Freedom to them is a tragic joke.

Oklahoma ghost stories

One of my favorite places in Oklahoma is the former State Capital Publishing Museum in Guthrie. 
Owned by the State Historical Society  and closed because of lack of repair money for six years now, my interest was reawakened when it made the news recently when my friend Richard Mize reported on a local group trying to raise money and save it.
We drove up to Guthrie today on the back roads, savoring the lush and peaceful countryside, before driving around town. 
Four years ago, from inside the historic Blue Belle Bar
Long ago, I took groups of university students there when it was open, because you could go in and the staff would use old printing equipment to set type and actual print handbills, the way it was done when Guthrie was Oklahoma Territory's actual capital.
So many stories and ghosts there, for the state, and for me, an old newspaperman who started in hot metal printing and is still in love with it.
To me, the condition of the building speaks as  a depressing metaphor for the condition of our state, dreams gone bust and broke except for funding high paid coaches and athletes. 
I remember the excitement of touring the place, of soaking up Oklahoma and publishing history, and haunted by its closing and the loss to generations to come. I hope Guthrie can make this happen.
Here are links to Richard's story, and the story of the building.
Group forms to save Museum
Group announcement
Museum Closing
Documentary

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Watercolor Pushing, Cezanne and Color

"Delicious Food" and "Primary Colors." Push yourself, said my wife Susan of the #WorldWatercolorMonth daily challenges for July 2 and 3.
Homage to Cezanne, 5 x 7
Aware of my limitations, cornbread came to mind, but then I thought about apples. But one apple isn't enough and doesn't push. Colored balloons was my other first thought, but that wouldn't push me either.
Don't Brush Me Off, 5 x 7
Apples. Then I thought of my favorite artist, Paul Cezanne, and his revolutionary still lifes. Searching those paintings, I tried to approach his vision and technique. Not quite, but I learned.
Primarily colors--Susan suggested paint brushes. They didn't take long to paint, though I mulled composition and ideas for several disjointed hours yesterday and this morning. 
Tomorrow's prompt is "Family Moments." Gotta think about that. We'll see.


Sunday, July 1, 2018

July Sunrise, 2018 fading

"July Sunrise," 5 x 7
July 1. Since January 1, we've traveled 292 million miles on earth's orbit. And I thought my car had lots of miles on it.
I've entered the #Doodlewash #WorldWatercolorMonth daily challenge for the second straight year, and woke up today realizing the year is half over. Sunrise, and the days and year gets shorter on our journey.
Much has happened to our world in those six months, as we've covered more than a million miles with every sunrise, and to each of us, good, bad and blah.
No need to recount my milestones here, but to focus on watercolor. More about books and people and events later.
Today's challenge was "Sunny Days." Last year I didn't follow the prompts but I'm committed to that this year to push myself on this journey.
So today's "July Sunrise," 5 x 7 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper follows the suggestion, "Sunny Days." We sure need more of them don't we? Aside: I think Whitman would like this open road, metaphor for our lives.
Oh, and here are the prompts for the rest of the month's challenge. We'll see how I do.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Yoda and the force say "Happy Birthday"

Birthday Card, 5 x 7 watercolor

The saga of Dwain the Dragonfly--"Gossamer" life

Yesterday:
Meet Dwain, the dragonfly. He may be on his last legs, but is still alive as his wings occasionally flutter.

Susan saw one of the neighborhood cats pawing at him in the grass in your yard. I went out and the cat left, so I found a small branch, put it under him till he grabbed it. Then I lifted him up near the top of our azalea out of cat way.
Thirty minutes later, he hadn't moved but his tail was up, and the wings still.
Thirty minutes later, the sun came out and his wings were fluttering. I moved him into the sunlight, and thirty minutes later chased off the cat again. With more rain coming and the sun behind another cloud, I moved Dwain into the interior of the bush for protection.
He's probably in critical condition, or shock. Clark the dragonfly whisperer.
Today:
"Gossamer " life. I went out this morning, expecting Dwain to not have survived the night, but Dwain the dragonfly lives!
After last night's rain and wind left him upside down on the branch, inside the azalea, wet and motionless. I figured I'd just prolonged his suffering after being pounced on by the cat yesterday.
But I pulled the branch out and put him in the sun. Water glistened off of him.
His wings started fluttering. I thought it was the wind, but cupped my hands around him and they still moved.
So I took a photo up close, and watched. I was getting ready to take a video of the wings--you can see through them, but they weren't torn--so delicate and transparent.
Now I know what the word "gossamer"  really is, how appropriate.
Then before I could, the sun dried him out even more, and guess what?
He flew off, gossamer wings into the blue sky!
Dwain and Clark, 1. Cat, 0.
P.S. I looked it up...dragon flies live only about seven months. Are you enjoying today?

Sunday, June 24, 2018

July's challenge...daily paintings to come--who knows

Last year I did one a day, including many of my "Barn again" series. This year? These subject prompts will be a challenge indeed.

Painting months-2

Late May and June--three watercolor commissions, all 8 by 10s.
Then four  inspired by the weather, though my cloud painting is suffering, 5 by 7s and 8 by 10s.
Two from imagination, a unicorn again, and a cabin, again.
This blog has avoided politics, as does my painting, but nothing has upset and depressed me more in the past years than the sTrumpet administration's gestapo splitting families and caging children. People who are cruel to children will be cruel to anyone and anything, without remorse or conscience. Thus the painting at the end, painting what I feel.
I'm glad the July daily challenge begins with the prompt, "Sunny Days."
Commissions:


Memphis family home
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Tajique, N.M. church and Manzanos

The Weather:
Windy Day, 8 x 10

Trouble on the Prairie, 5 x 7

Drought, 5 x 7

Yellow, 5 x 7


Imagination:
Cabin Dreams, 8 x 10

Whimsey, 5 x 7
Tragedy:

Painting months, part 1

Next month is World Watercolor Month with the challenge for one a day. Accepted.
But May and June have been a blur of obligations, schedules with painting squeezed in, some completed at In Your Eye Gallery in Paseo. Most have been posted on Instagram, instead of this blog.
 Time for an update, more for the record than repetition.
Most recent were yesterday's 8 by 10s, representational and abstract of a turquoise doorway and adobe, "Doorway to/for My Dreams."

I've noticed that several of my works, completed at the gallery and relatively small at 5 x 7s, have to do with mortality.
Four bison, "Sunset," Alone," "Into the Sunset," (8 x 10), "You're Getting Too Close," and two travelers and a harvest, "End of Day," "Into the Storm," "Harvest Nightmare."











Saturday, June 9, 2018

Back porch art school

"Into the Sunset," 8 x 10, 140 lb. d'Arches cold press paper--today's art lesson
So much to learn, so little I know, so little time.
Saturday morning, back porch art school, and today's lesson.
After viewing the magnificent art at the 46th Prix de West show yesterday at the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum, I left inspired, uplifted, confounded, thankful, and more than a little humbled.
Back porch art school
I can't fathom the techniques of some of the watercolors I saw, much less the talent. And the same goes for the oils, drawings and sculptures.
So it's back to the back porch this morning to read more of Edgar A. Whitney, trying to understand, to grasp  and eventually apply what this great icon and teacher had to say.
And then it's time to try a painting, today's lesson. Not bad, but so far to go. And don't miss the Prix de West...I'll be going back to study even more.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Turning the pages of the first half of 2018

What I've read so far this year:



  • Wooden Lions, by Karla K. Morton, former Texas poet laureate, my annual poetry book from the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum's Western Heritage Awards. Every poem features an animal, from cats to copperheads.
  • The Paper Trail by Alexander Monro, about the fascinating history of a revolutionary invention that has changed the world, paper. We think the western world is civilized. The Chinese have been centuries ahead of us in so many ways, and paper was part of it.
  • Enchantment and Exploitation-The Life and Hard Times of a New Mexico Mountain Range, by William DeBuys. Not a new book, but I finished it this year about my beloved Sangre de Cristos in New Mexico.
  • Cave of Bones, by Anne Hillerman. My one fiction so far this year, a mystery set in New Mexico by the daughter of a favorite Tony Hillerman.
  • Under the Table, A Dorothy Parker Cocktail Guide, by Kevin C. Fitzpatrick. Cocktails from A to Z, from the Roaring 20s and beyond, garnished with tales of a dazzling writer and woman.
  • Complete Guide to Watercolor Painting, Edgar A. Whitney. Part of my DIY art school by the late master.
  • Falling Upward, by Fr. Richard Rohr. Reread this spiritual guide for the second half of life.
  • The Best Cook in the World, by Rick Bragg.
Next: Atlas of the Lost World, Travels in Ice Age America, by Craig Childs.

In the news recently, one fourth of Americans haven't read a book in a year. How shallow and provincial in thought and character.

The best book I've read in years

You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll get hungry.
I read a lot of books, usually more that 20 a year, but this year has been slow, as I've changed along with this blog. I usually post about the books I've read as the year goes along, but not this year.
 There's only been about six or seven so far, and the most recent one...well, you read the headline.
When I saw that Rick Bragg had a new book out, I ordered it immediately. (From Best of Books in Edmond) You should too...but don't get a digital version, and don't buy from the big boys. This book deserves to be purchased from an independent bookstore, any independent bookstore. Why? Read the book and you'll know.
Just as the book is about real people and real food and real storytelling, it deserves a real bookstore and real ink and paper.
Bragg, a former Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, is a master storyteller and writer.
His writing and storytelling are as delicious as his Momma's recipes.
His mother Margaret Bragg, now in her 90s, learned to cook  from stories and watching...no cookbook-still; no measuring cups or thermometers, no recipes. More than 70,000 meals in 80 years.
"Good stuff always has a story," she says. 
Each of the 35 chapters of the book, and don't dare skip the prologue, come with stories of generations of the  poor Alabama family, beginning in the 1920s or before and coming up through last year. Also seasoned with black and white photos of family members.
The stories all come with recipes of real Southern cooking, as he gets his mother to estimate ingredients and portions, not just the ingredients-"What you will need"--but directions on cooking.
Fried chicken--one that recently had its neck wrung. . Biscuits and gravy.  Cobbler. Ham and beans. Pies. Cornbread. Crappie. Fresh vegetables.
The list and stories go on and on. And most of them have to do with iron skillets and lots of lard or bacon grease. 
Me, this weekend, I'm going to try the recipe for stewed summer squash and sweet onions from near the end of the book. We have the vegetables from the farmer's market--and yes, you need a slice of bacon.
Opening line: "Since she was eleven years old, even if all she had to work with was neck bones, peppergrass, or poke salad, she put good food on a plate."
Buy the book. Bragg will make you laugh, cry, get hungry, and enjoy great storytelling and writing.
I'll let you know how my squash and onions turn out. And yes, all in all, it is the best book I've read in years.


Friday, June 1, 2018

Out of hibernation, and God in the back yard

Two months without a new posting, first time in nine years, since the blog was born.
Dead or hibernating?
"building, like the clouds soaring in humid skies"
Hibernating I hope, like the bear I sometimes am.
"You need to write," chastises my brother Jerry.
Been busy, and writing takes a lot of time, I replied.
My wife Susan chimed in, "Time to write."
The reasons, or excuses,  I've not written? Occupied with watercolor business at In Your Eye Studio & Gallery in Paseo, and painting, and adjusting mentally and socially to full retirement.
In fact, I'm writing now while I wait for a first wash on a painting to dry.
But the thoughts and subjects for writing have been there, building, like the clouds soaring into humid skies this June, that I'm trying to paint. 
Those of you who follow this blog know that it has changed over the years, toward less writing to more artwork. That's all right because I have changed too.
But, OK, it is time to write more, reflecting those changes. Too many stories to tell, thoughts to share. What I hope to do is blog about two or three times a week, on a schedule, because I'm terrible at scheduling and an expert at procrastinating.
**
I love sitting on the back porch in the cool or the morning with coffee, just listening to the birds. No TV or phone noise, no humming of lawnmowers yet.
I barely move so the birds will visit the feeder--Cardinals, Jays, Wrens, Titmice, Chickadees, Downy woodpeckers.  Above the tree branches, a Mississippi Kite soars. An occasional red tail hawk wafts through the branches
The Psalm came to mind this past week:
 "Be still and know that I am God."
My concept of God has changed with me. No longer the Old Testament Yahweh, or even the church-taught versions of an judgmental god threatening damnation, while singing about love,  and strict obedience to some sectarian set of rules.
Readings from Catholic seers, Thomas Merton and Richard Rohr, and in Native American beliefs have awakened me in ways, though the wisdom and ingrained beliefs of the ages in the Old and New Testaments still affect my thinking.
If you believe in an omni-present God, as taught by our churches, then God is everywhere, in all things, is all things--all life, all creation. Does not that make everything holy? If you believe in eternal life in this god, is that not also for all creation, since god is in all creation?
Where you can hear eternity
So my idea of god, has had to change; it's now "Eternity."
Sitting on the back porch, listening to the birds sing, I realized, by sitting still, I'm listening to god through the birds. Eternity is in the backyard.
**
This blog has not been about religion or politics, and it won't be. 
Next post will be about the best book I've read in years, "The Best Cook in the World," by Rick Bragg.
Now, since writing takes so much time, it's back to painting.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Always learning about New Mexico

"Why haven't I heard about this author before?" "Why do I not know where that is?"
It seems I'm always learning about New Mexico, and "social" media has been a blessing as it has introduced me to several sites, and many photographers and artists that I "follow," (that's scroll through from time to time), 
Yes, I save some of the images for ideas for paintings, or links to books, or other people, admittedly envious of their comments and photos as they capture the scenery of the state, while I'm limited to one or two visits a year.
But I have my books and magazines to substitute for being there. A comment on Instagram last night got me to thinking about that growing collection. Most are on a bookshelf in a hutch and others here and there throughout the house. 
I counted 48 of them, plus two I can't find, and not counting the first editions of all the Tony Hillerman novels that are packed away in the garage, or I've given to my daughter Dallas Bell for her Canyon, Texas, Burrowing Owl Bookstore. 
But the collection keeps growing--every trip seems to bring a new purchase--me finding out things I didn't know. The ones in the house include some signed first editions, and others signed as well.
The most recent discovery, and purchases were for William DeBuys, after reading about him in New Mexico Magazine. In October I bought his signed book on Valles Caldera, and also this year River of Traps and Exploration and Exploitation, about the Sangre de Cristos--I'm almost through reading that one. The previous trip included an artist's book on her art in Truchas on the high road.
Other signed first editions include those of Santa Fe photographer and friend Craig Varjabedian. Earlier trips resulted in an artist's book on her art in Truchas on the high road to Taos. I'm always looking for art books, so Georgia in on my mind.
Inscribed first editions of Tony Hillerman landscape book, and his daughter's follow up, are by our door, along with another art book.




Then there's the hutch shelf
From left to right you'll find mostly non-fiction, lots on geology and history and art. Some fiction. Oh, at the top of the stack on the left is an inscribed first edition of Hillerman's first novel, The Blessing Way. At the bottom is a first edition of Laura Gilpin's valuable The Enduring Navajo, given to my Dad when he retired long ago  by his fellow tech artists.


And in the middle of the shelf is a signed paperback of Stanley Vestal's novel, The Old Santa Fe Trail, given to me by a student. Two I can't place at the moment  are about New Mexico railroads, and on on Pecos Pueblo, a special place to me, as you can see from other books.
The bear, Ursa, is by an Acoma Pueblo artist, C. Ortiz, that I bought in 2006 at the feast day of Santa Domingo Pueblo.