Somehow February has vanished before it even properly began. i painted a full sheet and ditched it. Painted little sketches and hid them. Didn’t paint and felt horrible. i have done quite a bit of net working and some painting with under glazes on ceramic tiles. Eventually those will be fired and might be posted here. On paper i really only have this birch tree: painted on a half sheet of Arches hot press
and these sparrows in the witch hazel painted on Arches hot press 11″x14″
i also added a background to this mallard and diddled his eye…
The white throat sparrows where the most fun. And, I also enjoyed doing the sky for the birches. i did botanical studies for the witch hazel although i never took a photograph of them.It’s not much to show for 10 days. I suppose i might legitimately include the dozen or more tiles of i’ve done but who knows when those will be fired. Mostly I spent time networking with other people. While i did sell enough art to pay my rent this month I’m feeling the “price” of doing business is too high. I’d rather just wander around looking, sketching, and painting –
and picking up ideas for more pictures like these scenes in Collinsville.
Somehow my day escaped without any art work happening unless one can count hanging pictures and touching up trim and floor in the studio with new paint.
Anyway here is a duck i painted on Tuesday. On Wednesday I formed more hand cast ceramic tiles but didn’t bother to photograph those. My life continues limping along in a rather fractured manner and I keep hoping things will settle into place soon. It’s critical to keep working. I am looking forward to peaceful productivity after this weekend and the Opening for my New Studio is over.
the duck on my desk in front of one of the paintings in the studio.
A diversion Wednesday morning at 6:48 as the sun throws its shadow on the moon setting over the West meadow just before dawn.
Or are these guys dry-ducked?
I saw these drakes on a pond next to the Green House Cafe where a friend and I went to lunch several weeks ago. the weather had turned abruptly cold and they had flown out to their customary paddling spot only to land in and discover it nearly completely frozen over. the landing skid marks were fascinating. The ducks looked disgusted but their necks gleamed in the sunlight and the sight stuck in my memory. two weeks later when the restaurant owner tried to get them to fly around to the pond into the sun for me they wouldn’t even budge from their pen. so this picture was painted from memory. Now i am embarking on a study of ducks.
I’m OK with the head on this one and appalled by the line of his back. It should be much flatter. I’ve got to be more deliberate when I am drawing. Getting attitude right is every thing in drawing ducks. Plumage is the next most important part and I doubt I’ll ever have the patience to do it well.
This close up shows a little bit of the fussy nature of painting head feathers.
Holly (Angel dusting off her wings)