On a recent trip to the mountains, I took my pastels with me. First time on the road. They’re messy and bulky. And visceral. I get my hands dirty. It turned out to be the right thing.
Using good pastels feels like drawing with butter on sandpaper. Continue reading “Pastels”
Several years ago during a visit to Santa Fe, I saw one of the most interesting presentations of fine art I’d seen in a museum gallery.* It left a big impression. Next to each painting, there was a display of relevant documentation by the artist. Field notes, sketches, photographs. Paste-ups with drawings and photos combined. It gave me a sense of something being worked out for that specific painting, not just appearing fully formed onto a canvas. I couldn’t get enough. Continue reading “Studio Records | the trail of a painting”
A river or an ocean. Puddle, pond, pool.
Do they hold your fascination as they do mine?
Staring at water is something I really get into.
Looking back, I’m surprised to find so much water in my paintings. It was not a calculated theme. Continue reading “Why is Water So Compelling?”
Freshly returned from a trip up the Mendocino coast, my mind’s full and I’m back in the studio. Field trips are part of the fabric of my work; a chance to see in different ways. Continue reading “Coastal Trip – field notes”