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Welcome to Barb's Blog. Posting some of my opinions, insights, ideas, and adventures about art, travel, plein aire, pastel, and whatever's happening. Join me, feel free to add comments, follow along as I paint and write and explore What happened to AugustWe have camped a bit this summer. I have been remiss about this site, but not remiss about doing art. I have been painting, and have some new work posted, and more to come. We have camped in Utah twice, on the Grand Mesa once (so far), and at Ridgway. I've seen a lot of new locations. It has been exciting and inspiring. I've been selfish with my time to paint, and stubborn about keeping my hand in the process. Hopefully I will add more, and share more, as the summer winds down. I hope you enjoy the process with me, or after the fact. Leroux Creek is a little known secret of the Grand Mesa, with many reservoirs (lakes), and wildflowers galore this summer. 3100 Road out of Hotchkiss is a winner.
SANDHILL CRANE
The sandhill cranes have been at Fruit-grower's Reservoir and gone. Spring rain came, and came, and came. I've been to Portland to see my son and his family. His son, my grandson, Max Torke, graduated from Sonoma State University in California, and is now doing an internship with NASA. Did I mention he graduated summa cum laude with a double major in chemistry and physics? I'm so proud and happy for him. The biennial IAPS show in Albuquerque is over with many new ideas and materials for the pastel painter. Now we are getting ready for a show with the Apple Shed, in Cedaredge - we being my students and I - where we'll show through July and August. I also was accepted into the Colorado Pastel Society's juried show with two pieces. Wow. So much to see and do. Promises of doing more here on the website are just beginning to come together. Not much for now but lots later. Have a good summer and happy painting. I'll be around. Pattern ContinuedSpring finally is here. With lots of false starts and more snow than daffodils, we now can begin to acknowledge its existence. A little more on pattern. I'll try to include some examples of pattern in some of my paintings. I hope you enjoy the art work and the delight of finding pattern everywhere. The pattern of sagebrush, clouds and ridges carries us over the hillside. Diagonal movement is more active. A breeze surely stirs the restless brush, the turn of the hillside. There must be living creatures here.
The cat’s face is juxtaposed onto Degas’ dancer’s body. Reflections with a Fishing Net shows wave patterns, lattice patterns, reflections, symmetry, lines.
The helix climbs the cedar, a mosaic of pattern in the goblins coats, nests, meanders, polyhedra-shapes
and spirals in the shell. Follow the fractal edges of the juxtaposed shoes as they connect.
The seeker by the river illustrates branching and circulating rhythms.
Pattern evolves as knowledge and creativity develop. Enjoy its involvement in art.
‘Pattern comes to us from pater, Latin for father, and shares this origin with patron, paternal, and patriarchal. The Latin patronus means defender, protector, lord, or master. What pattern shares with each of these words is the notion of a role model. A pattern presents an idea that is worthy of imitation. Indeed imitation is so essential to pattern that it can be found in every example.’ http://www.artlex.com/ArtLex/p/pattern.html PatternThe winter of 2014-2015 has been odd. Never cold enough to kill the tiger moths in the cedars. Warm enough to stir the bees out of their hives in early March. Cheat grass came poking through the ground, then disappeared. Today I worked outside in a sweatshirt and jeans, tucking tumbleweeds away and poking about the cheatgrass to pull some for the cats. They love to eat the grass, and I can think of no better end to it than their little tummies. In the fall I looked for textures on the trail by Confluence Park. Today I can only see the bits of green and a couple of little magenta flowers. I am anxious for color. The texture includes pine needles swarming over the driveway where we cut down the nematode-infested pine. Branches shattered and piled to the side. The sky is hazy. Farmers are burning ditches, although most finished a few weeks ago. I’m looking for the patterns that forecast spring; the ground crumbling from patterns left by snow and freezing dirt, leaf buds, apricot blooms, tulip helixes as they leaves turn to the sun, hoping for warmth. Pattern is the repetition, variation, juxtaposition, alternating, and over-lapping of shapes, lines, and/or colors. There are a variety of patterns in nature, and contrived, (organic and inorganic)
spheres mosaics or nests lattices polyhedra spirals - helixes and volutes meanders branching and circulation waves symmetry fractals A pattern can also be a model or mold intended to be copied Examples of the ten types of patterns (just listed) are easy to find in some objects. Spheres are apples, the beads in a necklace, grapes. Flat, as in line, they are circles, rings, ovals, and spheric, a nest of eggs. The weather this year has been a pattern of sun, a few clouds, sun, a few clouds. The pattern on my dishes is a black rim. The pattern on my sweatshirt is block lettering. The pattern on a Hawaiian shirt is - oh, well. We see patterns everywhere if we look. The patterns of the tumbleweeds (silvery gray in the sagebrush) are not my favorites. They are pattern however. The spikes that catch in my gloves are an alternating helix pattern. The patterns the clouds make remind us of elephants and camels, and bicycles, all fluffy examples of each. The pattern the fawn’s bones make beside the rocky road edge tells a fortune - although a sad one. Salvador Dali patterned his watches in ‘Persistence of Memory.’ Van Gogh painted the patterns the stars made in ‘Starry, Starry Night.’ Pattern carries the viewer through the painting, adds interest, clarifies information, and gives us something familiar to grasp, especially in an unfamiliar landscape like Dali’s. Pattern is often times called motif. The theme in a design that carries it. We live with pattern everyday. We walk on patterned carpets, wear patterned ties. Our faces are a pattern in symmetry. Leaves on the trees form a pattern, trying to show us to draw masses, and uniting the clumps of them into patterns. Even the sand on the desert floor creates patterns in the wind, the light. Watch for it. Memorize natural patterns and incorporate them into paintings. Experiment with spirals and helixes. Look for them and welcome them home. They bring us peace and order, security, Pattern helps us with the pattern of breathing. Breaking the Rules
A recipe for potato salad can take a fanciful turn if it is just a suggestion. Add some radishes. Brine the onions. That one is simple, far simpler than the speed suggestions (to which, I presume, most patrolmen will raise an eyebrow.) Taking the middle road for art, I can only assume the rules are known. However, not every artist knows about the golden mean, so a bull’s eye painting occurs. It is only the artist that knows about the 3.14... divisional tool of the Golden Rule. That artist can break the Golden Rule by leading the eye here and there, in a seemingly, intuitive way. Subtly, of course. Jean Arp pulled it off in ‘Navel.’ Here lies the mystique of abstract, or modern, art. Copying the abstractionists might give one some clues. (And by the way, artists have been copying the masters for centuries.) The simplest half inch of placement, the correction of one tree branch in Van Gogh’s cypress, the mesh of lines around the flag in Jasper John’s oils, proportion and perspective in Andy Warhol’s soup cans, and Jean Arp’s lithograph ‘Navel,’ all are centered around broken rules. All these painting’s can be viewed at http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=79809 and other MOMA locations So, break rules. Stretch the truth (even if there isn’t one). Distort. Simplify. Embroider. Adjust. Repeat. Juxtapose. Imagine (ah, yes, imagination is often a profound breaking of rules). But first--Isn’t there always a catch? But first, know the rules. Study. Copy. Explore. Read. And guess what--Practice. Only speed when you are on country roads you know, with all the knowledge of bridges and washes, and where the critics are hiding and how to circumvent them. And that’s by knowledge. We could be talking about rules to live by--except some rules are necessary. Sorry, Donald. Just think. There would be no need for a rule about murder, if no one had ever been murdered. Just like there is no rule for timber logging in the middle of the Sahara. Drive and paint safely. |