Back from the beach

A very quick post…the winds have died down, and I was able to work for almost 2.5 hours developing the painting this morning.  The conditions were near perfection, everything was dazzling.  I worked on the foliage in the trees, which are gorgeous this time of day.  Cerulean and Cad Lemon with a touch of Cad  Orange or Indian Red seemed to hit the mark.  Everything else was moving like crazy, and it was intoxicating.  The lavender greys in the shadows are beginning to develop as I lock on to the colors, and the shapes they create with the light are gorgeous.

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Red chalk

Thought I’d post something from last night’s class at the Honolulu Academy School, where I’m happily teaching figure work two nights a week.  Great group of people, and the activity is the perfect counter to all of the outdoor work I do, chiefly because I do need  to return to a stationary subject and focus on all that drawing and painting the figure requires me to focus on.

This is the first three hours of six I have to devote to the drawing. So far, this drawing reflects getting things into place, I’ll be slowly refining and simplifying from here on out.

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While I’m not necessarily an big advocate of red chalk, I have somehow acquired a good supply, including some from Zecchi’s in Florence that my friend Mike Curry brought back from Italy for me years ago.  So, I’m experimenting with using it these days along with red Conte and some other things.  Like so many other things brought into our time from the past, it never seems to quite satisfy my ambitions. Of course, it’s not the materials that create this disparity I sense, it’s myself, and us. It’s the time and the place we are in. Our times and how we view life are different. We’re not  in that world, and  we’re infinitely better off in the one world we have today than the one Pontormo  and Annabale Carracci  ( two great red chalk men) worked in.  But there is a magic to their drawings, a sympathy and  intention that I simply admire and always will.

Nine o’clock shadows…

Quick posting here.

I was out  just after sunup with major winds and overcast conditions.  The canvas was bouncing around like crazy, which only added to the pleasure I took in spending about two more hours carving away at this.  Kept me from getting fussy on the second day.

untitledI should be using my old Anderson easel, but the half-box is (unbelievably) holding it’s own just fine. Wore me out, fighting the wind for that long. The sunlight arrived, giving me a chance to study the greens more closely, along with everything else. I love paint without a medium…it’s harder work, but it’s a solid underpinning, no glare or stickiness.  Big bristle brushes, a Raphael size 22 was one I noticed I used a lot. I want an exciting, developed surface quality, and the canvas seems perfect for what I’m intending.

One newish thing ( it seems new but I’ve been doing it a couple years) is the mixing of all my greens from blues, reds, and yellows.   I think the one and only place outdoors where I still use Viridian is in the ocean.

Drawing for composition.

I’ve finally gotten two compositional sketches for my next potential painting together.  That business with the tsunami put a hold on things; we who dwell near the sea were directly confronted with how uncertain a place that this world (even in the best and most beautiful of places ) can be at times.  A sobering experience, from which I hope I’ve gained an appreciation of just how blessed we are.

Which is all the more reason to seize the day.  Believe it or not, during those hours when none of us in Hawai’i knew what was going to actually occur, I found myself thinking of the courageous musicians on board the Titanic who, accepting their fate, performed chamber music on deck as she took on water…art revealing it’s significance at a point when mankind’s other devices had failed dramatically.

Of the two rough compositional sketches I’ve completed, I’m showing the one I will pursue.  I’ve learned over the painful years to never commence without the preliminary drawings and groundwork to figure out where I’m heading.  Thanks to all the old painters I’ve been privileged to study…they left behind a pretty clear map of what to do if one is willing to take the time.  That topic gets into a whole “plein air” rant that I’m storing up for a future disgorgement.

Back to the positive:

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Kailua beach pencil sketch, 9 x 12″

This painting will be a color piece.  By this, I mean that the delight of the painting is primarily in the color and the subsequent values and shapes.  The color is really exquisite here when the light breaks through, with the dusky orange-greens and strange violet-grays that  the Ironwood trees and their shadows have at this time of day, mid morning. Cool pinks pop about. There’s an aquamarine blue/green in the water that is extraordinary, especially as it’s placed against the warm-colored  light sand.

I’m constantly amazed at the elegance and sophistication of God’s color choices. Combinations of colors reveal themselves that would never occur to me if I hadn’t pursued them through direct observation. Lately (meaning the last couple years!) a blue/violet/orange thing has been happening…who would have thought of it?

But perhaps most exciting to me are that there are also wonderful opportunities for dramatic paint handling and a staccato impressionist light/shade treatment that will reveal forms and movement.  As a composition, it is very rich in that regard, and I hope that I can avoid  allowing the freshness of the vision to get bogged down in “issues”,  other than capturing a joyous and dramatic slice of life.  That’s the point, entirely.

If the weather and light are cooperative, I plan to start tomorrow morning and see if I can lay the painting in.  I have my eye on  an oil-primed linen 22 x 28″ canvas that’s been “aging”  in the studio for many months.  It’s on heavy stretcher bars, which I may replace later…they’re a bit much for that size.

We’ll have to see what tomorrow brings.

Konahua’nui final painting

I am finally on to the next painting, and have been so caught up in various projects (watercolor exhibition upcoming, gallery renovation, teaching commitments) that I am only now posting this, the final version of Konahua’nui.

The first thought that comes into my head is that, yes indeed, I will be painting this again.  In the evening light perhaps, but it will happen again.  It’s too rich a subject ( and convenient, I might add)  not to take up again… I saw too many possibilities in treatment of this subject as I brought this particular version to a close.

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Konahua’nui 20 x 24″ oil on linen

But it will be a while… I have new beach subjects in mind. Something stirred me up  as I walked Kailua Beach this morning with my parents; beautiful colors in the shadows, figures peering out from the shade of the Ironwood groves into the glare of the morning sand.   Aquamarine and Lavender everywhere.  I have a nice 20 x 24″ (or so) hand  primed linen that is dry and waiting.  Perfect for something I saw today, and so hopefully tomorrow AM I’ll have some pencil work done.

The “hopefully” part brings up an issue I will have to comment on some time.  Artists and time/life management.  You simply must protect your painting hours, almost religiously.  The world is constantly pressing you not to paint, to give your time over to it,  and it’s often for good reasons. A big part of this is learning to walk away from the world and the bait it waves under our noses. Artists can’t have it all, I don’t think.  We have to choose between the culture and it’s trappings, and the austerity of the artist’s life.  Whenever someone asks me what’s selling, I never really know. I’m not thinking of it much, but I’m usually disappointed a bit in the question.  I’d rather be asked what I’m seeing, I suppose.

Konahua’nui progress…

It’s probably about my sixth outdoor session on this piece, which is not so much considering that it’s a subject that is right in my  neighborhood.  If you can even say that, I suppose, because it’s more like I’m in it’s neighborhood.

It’s going pretty well.  The building process, solid color strokes woven over one another, is working as I hoped it would, and though the going is rather slow, I think it’s a good approach.  Some knife work in the shadows and lights gives a nice variety to the surface, which I’d like to see become richer as I progress.  The foreground area will be getting more attention from here…there’s a beautiful pale green of Cerulean and Cad Lemon that I want to observe when the light is just breaking across the  foreground, and build it in the right value.  There is so much wealth in that area of the painting, I want to make it as interesting as I can.

I’m also very pleased that the linen canvas, one which I primed myself, is performing just as I had hoped.  The frame for this is in production, along with the frame for “Sunlit Surf-Lanai Lookout”,  which should be assembled next week.

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Rembrandt “A Child Learning To Walk”

As I begin this small series investigating the drawings of Rembrandt, it would be helpful for me to mention where this great interest of mine comes from and why.

In my own search to become a better draftsman, I’ve looked at everything I could find to try and learn what distinguishes the good from the great.  Of all the many known good draftsmen in Western art, I personally find Rembrandt to have the best documented and largest body of work that is capable of speaking to us today.

Many of Rembrandt’s subjects are right in our own living rooms, or outside of our own front doors. His drawing practice overflowed with all of the good lessons of  picture making; we simply have to look past the funny clothes and the rugged handling.  Rembrandt’s is not the beauty of Raphael and the Italians, his is a streetwise, subway-platform to Starbucks mirror of our existence.

I’m so enthused because I’ve learned so much from looking at these drawings and asking the right questions.  Compositional lessons abound.  Rembrandt is entirely capable of leading your eye without your even knowing it.

A confession…I don’t find most of Rembrandt’s drawings very beautiful at first sight, like I might with Raphael or Michaelangelo, or Ingres or Degas.   I find them fascinating; it’s sort of like comparing the appearance of Pierce Brosnan to Daniel Craig as James Bond.  One’s pretty, but the other’s got character and looks a bit crazy.

Okay, that’s the pitch.  Let’s see what we can find  in this drawing.

First thing we all notice is probably that it’s badly cropped by another hand…I don’t know why, but it happens. A lot. Monks cut a doorway into the bottom of Leonardo’s Last Supper, because sometimes you don’t know what you have.

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The drawing can be divided and viewed in two parts, foreground and background planes, and the thing to examine first is the foreground group.

Rembrandt groups things carefully, and below is what a diagram reveals (another use for your sketchbook, students).

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There’s a clear triangular arrangement, (art experts love to add “the most stable of the basic shapes”) I suspect you might even be able to say conical if the cropped off feet made up an eliptical arrangement, which I bet they once did.

All four of these figures connect physically…I mean that they touch, and your eye, beginning on the left with dad, goes up, down, and through, very rhythmically,  to the actual reason for the grouping…the toddler being helped. The central-most figure in the whole piece is the one we see the backside of, which is a Rembrandt kind of touch.  I think that’s Grandma on the right.  Mom has the bucket, and I hope it isn’t dinner in there.

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Speaking of Mom, previously all of my attention in this drawing had been focused on this fantastic woman with the bucket in the background.  For so few lines, most all straight and thick, she possess the perfect feel and character of someone carrying a heavy load.  The straight arm carrying the bucket, upraised arm counterbalancing, the slightest rightward tilt of the figure…we can feel the strain in her arm.  Head looking down slightly…just what you do when you’ve got a heavy burden in one hand.

Did you notice that none of her ink lines touch those of the other grouping? The effect is to create an atmosphere between the two planes.

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A couple of other things: Rembrandt manages to show us the human  figure from the front, profile, backside, three quarters (the toddler), and another profile.  That’s clever.  And the drawing, from side to side, balances perfectly.  I also admire the sense of near-balance in the toddler, just slightly tipping forward in the masses of head, thorax, and pelvis. She may stumble forward if not supported.  Those are the three masses that create rhythm and balance in the figure, arms and legs just follow where they are told.

And finally, here’s a good question. Do you think all these folks were posing?

Konahua’nui -third session

After a week of overcast weather, I finally have been able to return to work on the painting.  The conditions this morning were ideal, and so I essentially spent an hour session going after the biggest color notes and  biggest shapes in the mountain itself, trying to get them established more fully.  I’d placed the sky color in the studio, allowing a lot of breathing room with the warm underpainting.

The paint takes on a nice quality as I develop it, one touch over the next, hopefully bringing it closer to truth. I need to build carefully to avoid notes that take way from the large effect, which is such an easy thing to miss. Some knife work will be in order; some of the textures and planes receiving the light  have just that sort of feel, as if the color were spread across the rough mountain face with a trowel .

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As for knife work, I seem to make a distinction between palette knives and painting knives.  I use a palette knife for cleaning the palette, either a big 3″ trowel or an actual hardware store paint scraper.  The painting knives are too delicate for anything but painting, and I reserve them for the occasions when I want the surface qualities they offer.  I’m still pretty cautious/selective in their use, but can see that changing as I become more familiar with them.  I’ve seen some remarkable use of painting knives in the hands of  Thomas Moran, Frederick Leighton, and others.

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One idea is to mount painting knives onto the handles of paint brushes. I find it works wonderfully, especially if you have hands as large as mine!

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