The next three paintings are from old family photos my mother found in an old box. Each photo was about three inches square and over the years became quite faded and damaged. At the time I had three large canvases and thought that bringing these photos back to life via painting them would keep me painting through the summer break. A Day at the Cafe' is of, from left to right; Unknown man, Ezra Pound, Ernest Hemingway, Guy Hickok, and Mary Hickok. Circa. 1926 Milan, Spain
Oil on Canvas 36" x 36"
N.F.S.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Governess 2003
Sunday Stroll 2003
Lost, Reward, Found 2003
One of my favorite pieces! My intro to print class was a new perspective of creating the image. Thinking about the content of my work I found the obvious to be humorous. Push pins at college are everywhere, yet there was always someone who didn't have any for their final critique. I remember forgetting my box of push pins one day and found all that I needed on the ground and it hit me. What about the humor of an old western style poster with such concern about a minuscule valuable possession. I posted the three separate block prints, Lost, Reward, then Found around campus for three weeks. They kept getting taken down so, I kept making more. Still have the blocks they're printed from, might make some more!
Ink on Paper 8" x 12" each
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Adding Machine 2003
Adding Machine is a self-portrait. Our assignment in a Still Life Painting class was to paint an object that represented ourselves. I came to class with nothing, not because I slacked off, (sometimes I was) but because I struggled to find anything. I asked my Professor if I could leave class to stop at a local Goodwill to see if they had anything. She wasn't amused. When I made it to the hard goods the adding machine was looking right at me. Price tag, $1.00. Numbers are always on my mind.
Oil on Canvas 18" x24"
sold
The Mixer 2003
Soon after Power Struggle, The Mixer became more of a metaphor about why we always seem to try to do things faster and easier. This old mixer was one of two random items left behind at an apartment that I moved into. I remember thinking how unusable it was and how obvious it was that they didn’t need it anymore. Forty bucks down the drain. Accompanied by the fork, a machine that takes a little longer to mix with but hasn’t broken down in centuries. The light bulb represents not such a brilliant idea.
Oil on Canvas 11" x 14"
The Mixer 2003
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