The Model's, Mine, and the Collector's

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Painting the figure from life determines how I portray it. Relaxed and resting under a tree, napping on a sofa under a window, nude and dressing for an evening out, or feet up reading a book after a day's work running her own business? Only a small part of the story gets to the canvas. "Day's Reward," at Marshall Gallery is a painting of a young woman resting with her little four-legged companion after a day of seeing to her boss's every wish. Music playing and a tail wagging removes the tensions of the day.

The real story, however, is a model resting on my model's stand after a stressful day in classes, followed by a few hours waiting tables. I hire college students in need of money for new text books. I hire young mothers with sick kids in need of special medication. I love getting to know my models, hearing about life from a very different point of view. Some go on to become lawyers - corporate lawyers and criminal lawyers, one just retired from a veterinary practice, while another is a retired college professor. Some posed nude for the dreams of collectors and others fully clothed.  

Working from life and in a tiny studio determines the pose, my imagination fills in the story. A neighbor girl laying out on a blanket with a book and a transistor radio. Memories like these of the neighbor girl, inspired me to do a series of paintings of models on the floor of my studio, putting each in a different setting. During summer months I photograph models out in different places, but my love of working from life always has me hiring them for my studio too.

I find these young ladies so interesting. One takes her 8 year old son to different religious services so he gets an understanding of others faith. Another volunteers in a nursing home, while another dances topless raising money for a group home for the mentally handicap. Hearing these stories is part of the pleasure of working from life. There is more than one story to each painting - the model's, mine and the one the collector sees.  



The Color That I Dream Of

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After several weeks off due to hip surgery I'm finally back in my physical studio. However, I’ve learned that my studio also happens to be wherever I am at the moment. I may not have been painting with paints and brushes, but paintings have been forming in my mind. Passing public gardens on my way to my doctors office I see paintings, then sitting in the different waiting rooms, those paintings form in my mind. Seeing couples that have several lifetime together still sharing tender moments are gifts to place on canvas.

Painting is my life, has been for most of my adulthood.  I dream of colors and ways of using them, I dream of beautiful homes and how my art can add to their beauty. I hope my art brings more than beauty into a home. I hope I open minds in some way. Peace and moments of clarity are my subjects. Feeling a summer sun, a breeze off a lake, a comforting voice, a vision of the past as lovers were. These feelings I strive for with my art. Some will see simple pictures, kindred souls will connect with my art in a deeper way. These thoughts spark me to lift my brush and mix the color that I dream of.