The touch

As an artist when I visit a gallery or museum I want to touch a work of art. I want to feel the brush strokes. I want to feel a Van Gogh some day. There are different kinds of paint and different kinds of strokes, like different kinds of snow, or now, after having lived in the desert, there are different kinds of sand. You feel it and know, oh, its that kind of sand. Paintings are like that too. You can feel the difference between oil or acrylic or full body or fluid. That touch breaths life into the painting.

But as my girls will tell you, I won't let them ever touch a painting or scuplture. Not mine of course, those they can touch all they want.  Someone else's work of art has to be respected and preserved. I hope that my grandkids and their kids one day touch my paintings and feel my presence in those brush strokes.

Progress...

The birds are still progressing along, but this one is my favorite.


This morning I did one coat for the background on the wine painting too. Hopefully I will find more time to paint later this afternoon. Now I have to do some laundry, vacuum and get the old skis out for the ski swap tonight!

Birds

A bird ran into my studio/office window the other day... gave me the idea to do some birds. Picasso's dove popped into my head, a great image of peace, then living in the Middle East, etc. My head runs from idea to idea connecting them all together like a long paper chain. Here are some doves and an owl (which I had to throw in because we have some in the reservoir behind our house) in progress. I guess they are kinda hard to see. I'll do individual pics once I am finished.

Commissioned family portrait

This is for a friend in Dubai for her grandmother in Texas. Interesting to work in Connecticut for a person who lives in Dubai and wants the piece sent to Texas, very cool! Portraits are not really my thing, but I'm still proud of the output.