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Dorothy snows everything ! So cool !! ‘er cold !!!
Wisdom in ways of being, you’re right, “it’s the straight route to creative joy.”Spot on Robert!
Nothing like the experience of painting plein air, it fixes that moment in time in your memory for ever.Dogs teach us many things that’s for sure and I found my cats do, too. I have heard it said: “Dogs have owners, cats have staff.” I have found that they get me to do just about anything and even take me away from painting – whats with that? They’re just too cute I guess and bring joy just as painting does. I’m thankful for our furry friends.
thanks for your very warm welcome;
I have followed your work for years; I must agree that one must act quickly when the creative juices flow, or it will quickly be lost and difficult to retrieve; except that life gets in the way sometimes. As a good many women artists may attest. jo in Kelowna BCYes Jane, and it has been said that, at one time, cats were worshiped as gods, and they have not forgotten that.
Whilst I agree with what you have just said, I quite often find that things come out of nowhere and leave me guessing. Until I come across an image from my distant past that had left an imprint on my psyche and then it makes sense.
I like these thoughts. They seem so appropriate to what I am doing and what you are in the process of…..
Amazingman with another so true article!
We all know that feeling when the painting appears before our eyes and we must be somewhere in ten minutes and we take a photo and thrill at the idea of doing it up later, but in our hearts we know it won’t be the same. If I sit in thought and recapture the moment, with the photos in front of me, later….I CAN find the lights again and well enough to do it up well, but not nearly often enough.This letter was just as fresh and inspiring “for me” as all the more recent letters. Do keep them coming!!!!! Thank you for continuing to “give”. Sincerely, Jo Bain
So well put! Refreshing! Thank you for putting it down in words. Our beloved Fido (Golden Retriever) was laid to rest yesterday morn after a beautiful life of joyful giving and tail wagging. He so beautifully made all the lives he touched from our youngest grandchild (1) to the oldest (8) and many other aquaintences in between, made us wagging our tail feathers as well. Cherished joys in life, in our creative endevours, feel so good, released! May God bless this day for you! Embrace the beautiful Northwest for me. I long for its touch, living in Ohio now. Corvallis in which I had my 1st born is still in my heart. Happy Day!
As a fellow airedale lover and owner and aspiring artist, I enjoyed this post immensely. And thank you for all the inspiring words that have come before.
Joanna Finch’s words echo what is in my heart…
Robert, your weekly letters and your books have been such a support and inspiration for me as I prepare for my twice weekly watercolour classes..You’ve enriched my moment in eternity…In memory, in my case, I remember the good stuff from long ago, and not the bad stuff. I was surprised to find out that some of my friends just remember the bad stuff from long ago (mean parents, scrappy teachers, etc) and they are the worse off for it. Maybe the same goes for memories of art. Enough bad experiences in your painting history, and you get worse. (UK)
I have found it useful to always try to get started on something significant in the studio the day after a sketching day. Usually I’m disappointed with my sketches but I am aware that something attracted me to the subject and I’m better able to develop it sooner rather than later.
When you go to your reference system–jpegs, etc, something collected a long time ago often jumps out at you as new and exciting.
Airedales are the best – and those who own one, or who have ever owned one, share a kind of kinship that is hard to describe. They are not a trendy breed, a glamorous breed or the dog du jour. They are dog personified.
When I am taken by such beauty in the moment of visiting a beautiful fragrant garden or a place that really moves me, I have to take many many photos fast and furious. Later I sit quietly going through them discarding the ones that do not give me the exact feeling of pure joy that I saw at the time, blurred or photos that are not framed as good as they could be…I take them in such a quick spontaneous way anything can happen…I then use the ones I have decided to keep to make a composite painting of my feelings. I am not really into realism or painting what is there…..more painting the feelings of the moment. I was horrified when I saw you burning all those perfectly good canvases and substrates, why not paint Gesso over them and donate them to a school to use?
My first ‘art bonfire’ was after taking a class far from home and realizing that I couldn’t transport all the canvases back. I took photos of everything and then burned the ones I really didn’t want to keep. It was a great release. Later i learned that Monet burned his unwanted canvases with his grand daughter (on a regular basis). Not new but it feels great!
I have a pile of canvases ready to burn but I was wondering if it is not cost effective to buy a roll of canvas and re-stretch them especially the nicer stretchers? The staples are hard to remove though.
Having an annual gallery open house helps to create the discipline of trashing and burning older work. But I usually give the paintings one last try before execution…..it’s amazing that most paintings can be vastly improved by lighting the lights and darkening the darks. thanks
I can’t thank you enough Sara for keeping all your readers in the loop during this path of sadness and joy. It has been a luxury to have been able to read your fathers notes of inspiration for so many years. He has become a close friend in my heart. Continue re-writing his letters and adding yours. In rereading I have begun to hear them better. I’m not taking them for granted the second time around and your voice is equally ‘art for the mind’. We have had a good teacher! Thank you to you and Robert.
There is nothing quite so joyful as watching an Airedale at play: the exhilaration, the freedom to run! I am always delighted when Dorothy appears, as I know she brings you the same joy that my Maggie brings me.
I love that Sara is continuing Roberts wonderful gift to us all too. Part of this is sharing this difficult time when many of us might hide under the covers. Truly Inspiring!
I think part of succeeding is affirming that we are an artist,or a writer or musician or any other creativity. Believing it leads to doing it. We are all worth it and the world is a better place to live with creative gifts.Great read and shadings as usual.As artist and music teacher I will be sharing Ms Finch’s wonderful insights today.Most artists also play instruments and I have noticed have a faithful furry friend.
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Lol. Pc dinasaur that I am. LolOh, no, not that one. The fall color trees look beautiful. It is the photo where you art holding the large panel close to the fire, while you think about it.
Just a note to Robert and Sara- to let you both know how much I have enjoyed these newsletters. They have offered valuable insights and a great biggie thank you for Mr Genn-who seems to have the spiritual knowledge that sharing knowledge is not only pleasurable but also opens the highway for more knowledge to “bless the one who blesses”. Thanks again!
I love the dog video! Dorothy’s quite the movie star. Thanks for sharing.
Loved Dorothy in the snow!!! Boy are you both brave. I pulled a couple of older canvases from their stretcher bars a few yrs. ago and cut them up. Sometimes, I wish I haden’t. I don’t know that I could burn my work, give it away, sell it, but burn, no, seems too final and I hope some of it will live beyone me.
JoyYour column about burning unwanted paintings followed by Dorothy Snows was very precious. Thankyou.
Carol, staples are easy to remove if you use an oyster knife. I wouldn’t be without one!
I don’t know. I think I liked the painting (the decisions, decisions part). I hope you didn’t cast that one away. Here i am on Pender Island enjoying the tranquility of the place. I remember sitting on the dock at Painters at Painters Lodge enjoying Dorothy and your work!
I love that you threw those paintings, stretchers and all, onto the bonfire. It was not the time to think about recycling canvases or sparing stretcher bars from the flames. It was a time to celebrate a life well-lived as a painter, time to pass the torch onto the next generation, and time to celebrate the abundance of joy, love, and passion available to each of us in this world. You will be remembered, Robert, for your generosity to other artists and for your exuberant spirit. I wish I had been there to throw a canvas or two on the pyre with you!
French River Town oil painting by Bonnie Mincu, New York, NY, USA |
Elegant and an economy of means. Watercolor pencils? or watercolor? A striking work.