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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.

Freeze Tag

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 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

The Window

You Play Ball Like A Girl

The Parlour

What's There To Watch?