Oil Painting

I took a beginner oil painting class as a freshman at college, for non-majors. The instructor told us to bring an image to class and paint it. That was it. "But, I don't know how to use the paint." He didn't care.

Fireworks

A romantic evening (before she was married to some other really great Asian boy)...sort of. Photoshop magic, really.

Lilies Open

Freeze Tag

The preliminary sketches for a t-shirt I designed in college.

Queezy

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Toulane

Another one of those illustration copies. This is from The Miraculous Journey of Edward Toulane. Good book. Illustrations like I would never ever dream of creating myself. So, I copied them.

Graphic Novel

I had a dream once that I was a lady officer in World War II who witnessed the death of the man she loved. I created a small spread for a graphic novel illustrating the story. Someday I'll create a full-fledged novel. This is the last spread of the killing sequence.

Four

A digital collage.

Figure Study

Stage Fright

Figure Study

Mother's Day Art

Wax Models For Pouring Bronze

She Saw In Me What I'd Become

When I Was Young

I did a series of artworks with the same image. More to come.

Burning Japan

Usually your average guy will stop and stare at pictures of stuff that looks like stuff. Not my friend, B. He kept flipping back to this little drawing I made while watching a chick flick on a Friday night. It was a de-stress-er doodle. But, it's kind of neat. I was thinking "burning Japan." Nothing against Japan...

Representational Still Life

Painted this in college. The second still life I've ever painted. A far cry from the first which you can find an a previous post. Naturally German Expressionist--remember? This is naturally, a lot more representational. An accident really. I was using a smaller brush.

Flat? Outlined? Yes. Cassatt was my favorite artist at the time.

Fancy Nancy

You learn a lot by copying somebody else's art--about the cannon they've created for their characters. I do it from time to time. Here's a sketch of Fancy Nancy.

Lost Art

This painting went missing, which was kind of nice, because then I didn't have to ever move it again. I moved a lot in college. I thought this blurry photograph was all that remained; Then I found the preparatory sketches for the painting in an old sketchbook the other day. I might attempt to recreate this work this summer. You'll be the first to know when that happens.

Then

Jewelry Box

This is new...3D Art. I created this sculpture while thinking of small hand-held trinkets--physical representations of memory. The drawer is modeled after those found in the jewelry box my late grandmother gave me--"a useful pot for keeping things". There's just something really great about an object that fits in your hands, and, something maddening about having to hang onto it, in a special place. It's ineffable, the connection I have to little things--little, special things: Acorns, Carousel Rings, Necklace Pendants, etc.

I found a baby squirrel alone one day. It was still without fur or opened eyes. I picked it up and took it in. It fit in the palm of my hand. I tried to nurse it back to health. I couldn't.

The Scribble Monster

I'm interested in the marks that little tiny people make--you know, like toddlers. These scribbles were produced by a toddler. Then I added a little something, transforming the work into a "monster"--which is what this toddler and I draw all the time anyway. I'd like to publish a book of illustrations that have started out as kid scribbles. I'll let you know when that happens.

The Forgotten Painting

This painting has been in the closet for three years...in a box, because I've never been satisfied. In fact, this is the digitally altered version of the painting...still not perfect, but 100,000 times better than the actual work. It was in "A World Without Art"--it was created for the Center Street show, but after years of trying to forget it, and altering it to fit another show (some Religious Art Scholarship show) I've forgotten both Titles and/or meanings and the scripture that inspired the alterations for the second version of the painting. What can I say? Sometimes you've got it. Sometimes you don't.

One of my students thinks this looks like a man with a Mardi Gras mask and a white wig. Maybe I can be satisfied with that.

Art In New York City

Sushi

I spent my Easter Sunday Plane Ride making this guy. He was supposed to be scary. But, as it often goes with me, he turned out too cute.

The Aboriginal

My very first attempt at figure painting.

Frog

This is my very first untrained attempt at realism.It was painted during a very stressful time in life and it's creation had me in tears on several occasions. I called my artist father for help. He said, over the line, "No matter how much you paint it, it still will only be paint on a canvas. It will never be a frog." I guess it's true. While I was finally satisfied with the image, it disappoints me that I did not give any thought to the subject. What was I thinking? As if I was designing Earth Day T-shirts for elementary school children.

Still Life

This still life intrigues me. I created it before I ever considered studying art. I took a beginner oil painting course, and, as beginner art courses at the university level go, I wasn't taught a thing--Not even, really, how to use the paint. Later I was shocked to find the similarities between this and early German Expressionism, and I am pleased with it's refreshing naivete. I agree with my seventh grader's interpretation of Picasso's work: He could paint like a master as a child, so he painted like a child as a master. That's what I need--I need to resurrect that fountain of unbridled creative expression. I need to scribble all over the walls of the upstairs hall to the bedrooms with crayon. I need to do it now.

Figure Study

Figure Study

Blue Prints

Threadless T-shirt Design

I think it'd be neat to print the water in sun sensitive ink--the faucet is off when you're inside and on when you're outside.

The Window

You Play Ball Like A Girl

Vita Tax Preparation Poster

The Parlour