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Spring is spring, the taxes riz
I wonder where my refund is?Painting is a profitable addiction. I’m obsessed about doing it, and it helps pay the mortgage.
Well done and inspiring video Bob! I love when you get poetic.
The Beauty of nature evokes and calls us to the Divine. This is the purpose, the Truibute, I offer through creating art.
You are so right to glorify the gerbil and other gerbil-like creatures. They carried our DNA, with its mammalian (an artsy) part, through the dinosaur cataclysm, hiding in their underground studios. Isnt that amazing? When that meteor struck Yucatan, if the only mammals in existence were non-gerbilian artists, the promise of humankind would have been washed away from the planet and the creatures of today would be digging out curled skeletons still gripping gallery door knobs.
The video clip was a much needed gift for me this morning, as I go out to train for census. The sensitive balance of sound and visuals arrest me. Words, images and music well woven to open the mind.
Thank you very much for this letter and the video “Painting as tribute”. It really struck home with me. Not sure what else to say but it would be remiss of me not to thank you. Almost makes me want to get a gerbil.
I always use the term, portrait worthy, even if its a barn.
Great little clip. Do more! I want to see your own channel on YouTube.
I too, have had in-mind the idea of “tribute” when painting. A tribute to God for the world he provided. It is easy though, to feel in-adequate. With the gifts we have as artists we need to point out the beauty we see to others who may not have noticed.
J.S. Bach made his music as a tribute. He signed each piece “Soli Deo Gloria”, to the Glory of God alone.I do the story line all the time have since I was a kid, I make up stories to go with my paintings and in fact we are going to dry run with that idea in our upcoming show!
Thanks you so much for the lovely and poignant video “Painting as Tribute”. I especially enjoyed the music and wonder if there is CD in particular that was used. Perfect choice for that venue and the video was meditative and took me back in time almost!
Spring is sprung
Da boid is on da wing, But dat’s absoid, Da wing is on da boid. (Ogden Nash I think)This is a very sensitive and very nicely put together video and art of yours. Thank you for sharing
Thank you for reminding me of the purpose of my art. You are right,I feel our whole way of life should be to “God be the glory”. I want to thank John Ferrie for his letter,Iam sorry for your lost of your friend Lorne,sounds like someone I would have loved to have know. Peace Susan
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. (William Blake)I really enjoyed your “Tribute” Thank you for using your creativity to make the video!
Thank you Robert. I am a painter and get your “twice weekly” and have mostly agreed with your interpretation of what it means to BE an artist and what to go for in freeing oneself…(something I dearly need being accused of taking too long on details) and thank you first off for that. But, this piece here is your best work to “educate” us to the true heart of what it means to follow in this journey as an artist. Thank you much.
Yes, there is always stuff to distract us from what art is all about. And yes, this painting thing is a high calling.
Joan decided to die at home. I received a call from her husband, one day, asking if I would drop in for a visit. We sat in the living room where her hospital bed was positioned by the window which looked out over her garden. After an hour or so of coffee and conversation she nodded to her husband. He rose, and left the room and returned with 2 large cardboard boxes.
“These are for you.” she said. I looked inside and discovered all of her painting supplies and materials. I gasped for I was a beginning painter. “I want you to pass on my love for the beauty of God’s earth, in your painting.” How well I understand the meaning of painting with as a tribute. Both in the Joan’s memory and as a celebration of beauty of God’s creation.The timing for this letter in my life is just incredible!
Why do we as artists constantly punish ourselves with : whats the use anyhow??? Thank you for your contribution. Thank you for your encouragement! marlien@diemoot.netIt is too bad that in this life we are constantly attacked by our own lesser beings–commercialism and clock watching are only two of them. Artists give glimpses of how we may rise above all impedimenta, including organized nonsense of all sorts, and truly embrace truth and beauty, and in our small ways, attempt to make it more permanent.
If you work with your hands, youre a laborer.
If you work with your hands and your mind, youre a craftsman. If you work with your hands and your mind and your heart, youre an artist. (Saint Francis of Assisi)I paint large scale canvases with bold invented color – lyrical and very expressive color passages of natural images viewed so very close up only part of the external contours of the particular images are seen. I don’t use the natural details normally seen with such a view.
For many years my primary interest has been flower images, mainly from the iris flower. These images are meant to be more than visual illusions or mimics of iris flowers – they are intended to be metaphors or doorways into visual, emotional, and sometimes even spiritual journeys – into flowerscapes of peace, order, beauty, and unity. They are metaphors of the human condition, of the magnificent yet fragile nature of our humanity and our constant dependence on our Creator for inspiration, protection, nurturing, and restoration. I realize humans are capable of extremely ugly horrible cruel things also, which is worth addressing in paint as well, but that is for another time. Presently my work is a joyful celebration of living, having purpose on this earth, and bearing fruit. PS: Ode to Mowing In the middle of my yard one day I did stand As I thought to take matters into my own hands The grass was so high it tickled my thigh I decided not to yield to this product of the field And proceeded to pursue what the mower could do So I rescued my mower from its winter storage To begin the campaign to destroy this forage I noticed that the paint had turned to rust I wanted it to glisten through the gassy dust I grabbed sandpaper and spray paint too And soon filled the air with dusty blue Inspected the outside and turned to its innards Knowing it had gone through a long winter I changed its oil it wasn’t very clean Adjusted the gas to run very lean Sharpened the blade to cut very fast And I was ready to mow this jungle at last But one look at the sun so high in the sky Told me my throat would soon be dry One glance at my skin so pale and white Told me I could be in a lot of pain tonight So in the middle of my yard where I did stand Prepared to take matters in my own hands I decided over my mower not to gloat Perhaps this job was better for a goat As I returned my mower to its winter storage again I decided my mower I did not need Perhaps I was better at growing seed. DWILLIS@nwacc.eduI’ve watched your video several times and each time something new jumps out at me. As I work on a painting, my mind is often occupied by the story behind the subject – thinking about what I know, and wondering about what I don’t. And of course, while my imagination is working on the story, another part of my brain is paying equal attention to how I will paint it. I believe that one informs the other. My interest in the story adds to my excitement and passion for the painting. I also love your comment about “designing your own world”. In reviewing my work of the past few years, I keep coming back to the idea that I am painting places that I want to be.
Painting As Tribute:
Almost daily I create with color-texture-energy. I believe my tribute/inspiration is to life itself. Suffering a year of ill health in my early twenties (I’ll be 60 in Sept) and witnessing family and friends surviving through multiple events of tragedy, violence, and illness (some not surviving) I appreciate how blessed my life has been ~ miss_peggy_artistThank you for this video – I didn’t get a chance to watch it until today. I really identify with your words. It is so true that everything I paint really is a portrait, whether the subject is a person, a dog, a piece of fruit or a pile of rocks. I pay tribute because of something that catches my eye, usually color or light, and I have an irresistible urge to capture that effect for posterity.
A perfect morning meditation. Loved the music, the setting, the history, the philosophy and, of course, the painting.
Thank youBut a bit too much wasabi in the wabi sabi
I keep this quote from Saul Bellow in my studio as expressing, in part, my view of art and one reason I paint: “I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.”
Your letters are a gift in my life. I can communicate with new people, learn of new places, new words, (which I look up and then use in my own vocabulary). You, Robert, open so many doors for me. Thank you.
Shouldn’t every work we do be a tribute? I’ve done works of those who have passed and in so doing paid tribute to them. The act of painting alone is a tribute. We honor the intended subject and hope to capture its significance. Any subject we paint will hopefully honor it or at the very least raise it up for others to see and appreciate. Art itself is a dedication of expression of an ideal. A homage to traditions and those who have come before. Even in a commercial environment, the work needs to done with excellence and deliberation; otherwise it becomes an indictment, a denunciation of all that is good with art. As many do, I believe art is sacred and those who practice it should be aware of all that has come before and appreciate the entitlement that is given to anyone privileged to be in such company.
My tributes are invariably to place. I am dragged kicking and screaming to put folk into the scene. I’m not sure what that means.
I got a call from a young lady who saw one of my paintings in a popular restaurant that holds a gallery for our local watercolor society…..she wanted to buy a painting I was showing called “Cuban Fantasy”. I wasn’t showing anything this quarter as there were too many other show and projects going on….so I called her back to let her know she perhaps had the wrong artist or perhaps as in the art world…my name had ended up on someone’s work. I called, her mother answered and she described a heart floating in the stars called “Cupid’s Galaxy” that was indeed mine from the previous show. Then she went on to tell me her young son, Ryan, who was the middle child, had died in November of an autoimmune disease and since he painted too, my picture would complete Ryan’s Wall of his sweet and tender works. The family was hoping to buy and give it to the mother for Mother’s Day. It really wasn’t for sale because it was the original work that was used for St Luke’s Heart Center Christmas Card many years ago which I created when I worked in the Center….I had pulled it out to show at the last minute because the theme of the show was” Love “. I was so touched by her story. Then she told me her name is Amy. My oldest daughter is Amy. Then she went on to tell me that Ryan was surrounded by Amy’s (love) and at the rehabilitation center he had an OT named Amy that had been so supportive…which turned out to be my bosses girlfriend, Amy. With so much love and karma going on I had to give the painting….which is why I am the starving artist. But I so love these things and why I paint to bring smiles and love. I always have my day job….but everyone knows my passion job!
Absolutely true. I began painting as a way to study Nature, because nothing focuses the attention on the details like painting (or drawing) – and I felt I was honoring Nature by recreating her creations – or by emphasizing them so that other people would notice her details, too.
Since then I’ve done about 4 ‘portraits’ of deceased pets for other people that were well received, and to “honor” Jesse Helms for his great contribution to the arts, I painted for him a nude. ;)
Late Sunshine Before Rain, St. Just watercolor painting, 15 x 22 inches by Tom Henderson Smith, Cornwall, UK |
Love your painting, Louise! Also your comments above.