"The Twig Thief"  9X12 Oil on Canvas

I haven't posted here for a while, but I've still been painting.  I also haven't been entering art shows for quite a while, but our local art guild is having their annual Nature Show beginning next month.  I am thinking about entering this raven.   I love blogger and the opportunity to post my art through this online system, even though I've been a bit negligent doing this lately.  Life has sidetracked me quite a bit the last year....but I am trying to get back at it more frequently. 

Meet Karl !  He's a Christmas commission and done just in the "St. Nick" of time!  (8X8 oil on canvas panel)
Merry Christmas everyone!

Teddy, the Wonder Dog. Teddy is 13 yrs. old now and a bit grayer than this painting shows him. I've had some pictures of him for quite a while and spent a lot of time thinking about which one to use and how I wanted to paint him. I think he is a "Wonder Dog" because he has traveled far and wide, being the dog of an Air Force officer and his family. He was a gift to my son from his wife when they lived in Colorado. Teddy went to New Mexico after that, then was fostered for two years in North Carolina while my son and family were on assignment to South Korea. Next it was Alabama, then to D.C., then to Finland, then to the Netherlands, and now back to D.C. That's 7 moves in 13 yrs. And he lived through it all! To me, that's a wonder!

This portrait of Teddy is a Valentine gift for my son and his wife and children.
11X14 Oil on Linen Panel 

Bosley's Garden Portait  14X11 Oil on Linen Panel 

This is the latest of three portaits I've done of our dog, Bosley.  Yes, his hair is this messy and, yes, he sheds.  :-)  But he is a peach of a companion and we love him lots!  I'm also putting this painting on The Painted Dog blog I have...the link to that is at the right.  Contact me if you wish me to paint your pet! 

Have you ever heard of a "Chiwienie?"  Sounds like something for lunch, eh?  It's a half Chihuahua and half Dachshund.  This one is a female named Bailey.  When you ask Bailey a question, she cocks her head over so quizzically and cute.  Her owner asked me to paint her for a Father's Day present for her husband.  Just finished today!  6X6  Oil on board. 

I haven't posted in many moons.  Not only that, but I haven't been painting very much.  There is, as always, a long story attached to that, but I will spare you.  Part of it has to do with getting a new MAC hard drive, losing Photoshop and my Canon Camera Window.  Have had to buy new software and try to learn new tricks.  I'm just going to stick my toe back in the water and upload a picture to see if I am getting the hang of it again.

This is the latest and last name sign for one of my grand-children, the fourth grandchild.  Bowen had to wait a long time for his.  My son and his wife and children live far away, so I don't see them in real life much other than on skype.  I asked Bowen's Mom what sort of theme did she think he would like?  "Space," was the answer.  I then asked his Aunt Betsy, what sort of theme did she think Bowen would like?  "Space," again was the answer.  I thought, "How on earth am I going to depict "Space," and incorporate Bowen's name?  Trust me....it didn't come easy.  I finally thought I'd look to Kandinsky for inspiration.  I thought some of Kandinsky's art leaned into "Space," with dark backgrounds and vibrant colors with some geometric shapes.  And then, last summer, I did get to see Bowen in Holland and I went to the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.  Hmm......"Starry Night?"  More inspiration. 

Anyway, here's the finished product.  I spent a good deal of time yesterday cropping the picture and getting it ready for publish, but now it appears I didn't get that done correctly.  I'm using Affinity software and cannot get the hang of it.  Grrrr.....  Very frustrated. I miss Photoshop, but refuse to pay a monthly or yearly subscription fee to use it.  Adobe really should not have done that.  If anyone out there knows how to export and save jpgs + resize the files without losing quality in this Affinity program, etc.  I'd love the advice.  Meanwhile, you'll have to see this one, propped up on my easel.  (Yes, that is a brick paver sitting in front of it....I use that to weight and balance the small easel sometimes.)  I have a frame for it, so it is good to go.  I hope he will like it! 

Editing here:  I did finally get the cropped version saved and uploaded here.  Now I can't seem to move it to the bottom of the post, but it's here now. 

Casper the Friendly Maltese

 "Casper" - 11X14 - Oil on Linen panel - Copyright Cheryl A. Pass  - Click on picture for larger view

I haven't posted for a long time....as I have been very very busy with family life and political issues this past year.  However, I am very happy to have painted this little fellow for a client this spring.  He's a tiny little fellow.  All of 5 lbs.  Painting Casper was like trying to paint a cotton ball on a snow bank on a glacier.  That white on white and the fineness of his fur was more challenging than I anticipated and caused me to start and stop quite a bit.  I'd paint for a while and then I would say...hmmm...this needs something..what is it?  Then I would paint some more, and step back and say the same thing. Another hold up was the background.  The photos did not give me the colors that the clients wanted, so I had to fictionalize the setting for him.   Consequently this took me much longer than I meant for it to take, but finally today I am giving him the thumbs up and "Finito" declaration. 

I hope all of my other painting friends are doing well!  And I hope those of you who stop by enjoy seeing Casper, one of another dog in my collection of dog portraits. 

Smiles to all!

Elysianne's Sign

Acrylic on Canvas
10X20
© Cheryl A. Pass
NFS

I haven't posted for a while for a whole lot of reasons. I also haven't painted anything for a while and that is for a lot of reasons. But what could make me get back to it, but an adorable little 3 yr. old grand-daughter? When her older siblings came along, I painted signs for over their beds. One was for Ella who got a Mother Goose flying across with a banner and her name. Then came Bennett who got a Beefeater Bear carrying a banner with his name. These signs have been hanging over their beds...and here is Elysianne, already 3 and I had not accomplished her sign until now. Sometimes it takes some time to figure out what would be the right motif for someone. She is a bit of an imp, cute as the dickens, and once in a while knows how to be a real grouch. (who doesn't?) So as I thought about Elysianne, I thought about what would make her cheerful if ever the grouch shows up again. Or just something that would always make her happy when she looked at it. I hope she likes bluebirds and rabbits and flowers. She is a darling. I'm going to personally deliver this at the end of the month. We'll see if she likes it...

Meanwhile, I hope the spell is broken and I can get back to more painting. It is never off of my mind...even when I'm slammed doing other things.
Cheers! And thanks for stopping by!

GRATEFUL FOR LEMONADE

"Lemon Quintet"
9X12
Acrylic on Linen Panel
NFS

Sometimes life just throws lemons at you and you have to take the time to make lemonade with them before you can get back to your normal life. Such is the last few months at our house. In March I had surgery and came through that just fine after a few weeks of healing. Then came the first week of May. In the last post I described the heart attack that my husband gratefully survived that week. He was gradually getting back on his feet for the first four weeks when all of a sudden, on a Friday morning, he began suffering stabbing pain in his chest and abdomen. Thinking it was another heart event, we called 911 and got him to the hospital right away. After getting there, the diagnosis was not so clear. The cardio people said it was not a heart problem. The search was on for the cause while he still was suffering terrible pain. First they thought it was a gall bladder attack. Tests proved that to be wrong. Then, on Saturday, after 30 hours of this constant pain, they decided to take a look at his appendix. Sure enough...they decided this was the problem. Preparation was being made to get him into surgery when the appendix ruptured and then the pain, which was bad, became excruciating. This begat a race to the surgery where they first tried the laproscopic procedure and discovered they could not excise the problem that way. So, the surgeon went in with the full cut from his navel to his groin and thereby, did the deed. All well and good, but the repercussions from this made for a miserable week in the hospital and the following week at home was no picnic, either. Finally, here we are with nearly a month gone and he is finally able to drive and start gradually back to work. He lost 15 lbs. and is now back to eating more normally to try to gain some weight back. You can imagine that having a heart attack and an appendicitis attack all within 5 weeks of each other is a bit much for a good man to take.

In the midst of this, my son and his family, who can rarely visit us because he is career Air Force, descended for their pre-planned visit of 10 days, while in transit from Alabama to Washington DC. I hardly count this as a lemon, frankly, but they have four children ages: 6,4,2, and 2 months. They were some help with things around the house, so I am grateful they came and loved seeing them. There is never a bad time to have the opportunity to be with them...no matter how bad things are. This meant, though, that I was managing activities, meals, and beds, besides trying to have some quality time with the children...all the while trying to see to it that my husband was healing and getting enough rest and care from the appendicitis debacle. Throw in a couple of dogs, some furniture moving, non-stop washing of clothes and bedding, reading of stories, a couple of watercolor painting classes with the 6 yr. old, yard work and play, many trips to the grocery, a lot of cooking and dishes, and more. Should I use the word "circus?" It really was wonderful to see them, in spite of the constant activity. They have gone on their way to DC now and the house is quiet once again.

Needless to say, my paints, brushes, and easels have been sitting there neglected with no artist working in my studio. Hardly a thought of a painting has been able to penetrate my cluttered mind this past two months. All I could think of was getting the everyday necessities taken care of with some sort of sense of organization. Chaos is not my choice of status, so keeping calm and collected to some degree was the best I could do.

Here we are...survived so far. Now I'm gathering my thoughts on how to get back to painting. When you haven't picked up a paint brush in over two months, it feels a bit strange. It may take some warming up and fits and starts to get back in a groove. We'll see what happens...

Heart Attack Season

Cindy Baron with Marsh Landscape - painted with her artist friend Jerry Brown, standing at the right, at the Walls Gallery in Wilmington, NC.


Hi Readers and Friends,
Just a quick note to explain my absence and lack of posting recently. My dear husband woke me up at 4:00 am Sunday morning and calmly suggested I take him to the hospital. First, he is not a complainer, so I knew something was seriously wrong. Inquiring, I found him clammy and he reported pressure and pain in his chest. The classic symptom of the pain starting down his left arm was also present.

We quickly sped off to the ER and were greeted by ready personnel in abundance who immediately did an EKG. After that, the cardiologist appeared and took a look at the report. The next fast step was to the cath lab where they unclogged a major artery that was completely occluded. Long story short, my husband felt immediate relief, but the Dr. informed him that two more arteries are 90% occluded also. Today he is having another catheter procedure to work on those.

My sweetie is a type A personality, but won't admit it. In fact, I think he may give me a heart attack with his quick approaches to situations and his energy level that never seems to slow. I like to take my time and think things over. He shoots from the hip and gets lots more done. He sleeps five to six hours a night. I need eight or more. Anyway, we are definitely in the assessment phase at the moment. The prognosis is good and we hope he'll be back up and running in a few weeks, though hopefully just a little more slowly. Turns out he has a genetic predisposition to this clogged artery, heart problem. His grandfather died of a heart attack and his uncle has had by-pass surgery. Were it not for the terrific advances in heart medical care, my husband would not be here. I have to say his care has been wonderful and the doctor who took this on is stellar!

Just a few days prior to this incident we drove to Wilmington, NC to visit with some friends. The husband there, who is older than we are, has just gone through heart surgery recently and had a pace maker put in place just ten days before we arrived. Happy to report he is doing pretty well, thankfully. But...his wife, my friend, had procured tickets to an artist demo at the Walls Gallery while we were there. This turned out to be a great lot of fun for me!

The art demo was done by two artists, Cindy Baron and Jerry Brown..both of whom are plein air landscape artists. The painting above is their demo painting which they accomplished in just an hour and forty-five minutes. Amazing. They are good friends to each other and actually painted this landscape together on the same canvas while answering questions from the audience. They were very entertaining in their approach to the piece. The most amazing thing to me was that they only brought pencil sketches with them and neither of them had any color reference to the scene as they painted. I honestly don't think I could ever do that in a million years. It was well worth the time to watch them both and I have to say, their paintings displayed at the gallery were very very good! And I thank my friend for arranging to see that demo.

So I came back inspired, but covered up with what has been chaos around here lately. The exterior of the house is finally painted. Spring is requiring yard and garden work. Moths attacked my pantry which needed painting, also, so just before the heart attack crisis I had started that project. So now I've spent several days in between visits to the hospital taking everything out of there, cleaning and moth proofing the whole thing, painting the interior of that. Not quite through, but getting there. I'm headed back up to the hospital in a little while for this next procedure of unclogging arteries.

So now you know some of what has been going on around here. I hope my studio time will be restored sometime soon. Crazy heart attack days.....!! Stay tuned!

MODERN VS CLASSICAL ART - Serrano or Sargent?

Taking a couple of minutes here because of the recent news story of Serrano's "Piss Christ" piece being attacked, slashed, possibly destroyed last week. I'm hardly crying over this event, but I do find the discussion interesting. I came across a great article on the subject at American Thinker

Reading the comments section of the article I found a few gems. One of them is as follows: "Let's see these "brave artists" put an image of Mohammed in a jar of urine and see what happens. Christ taught to turn the other cheek and in the broad sense, that's what Christians have done with the Serranos of the world. But Christ also tore up the merchant's stands in the temple (around the time we're celebrating right now in fact) in a rage when he saw what they were doing to the great temple, the house of God/G-d. The Catholics in France took that as an example when this vulgar joke Serrano calls "art" was finally destroyed. I don't condone destroying private property but enough's enough. Come on Mr Seranno..make a really brave statement...put Mohammed in a jar of urine."

Let me say, right here, that I agree that Seranno's "Piss Christ" is not art. It is a religious and political statement denigrating Christianity..or at least Christians. I think he has the right to say what he thinks, but I don't believe it is what I would call art. Even if you do call it "art," it is so offensive that using Christians' tax dollars to pay for its display and tour...is a slap in the face of honest brokerage of art.

Another I especially like is here: "I don't believe art is defined by beauty per se. I think art is craft performed so well that it evokes emotion by its presentation regardless of the subject being presented. That might be beauty presented so perfectly that it gives you pleasure. It could be ugliness presented so starkly that it makes you wretch. It could be treachery presented so forcefully that it makes you angry. It could be tragedy presented so mournfully that it makes you cry. But the art is in the presentation not the subject. It is the quality of the craft not the nature of the subject that makes it art. That is where the slip occurs. The Piss Christ and other modern abominations and obscenity evoke emotion by audacity and insult not by craft."

Is art craft? I think you could argue it is, however not in the mundane usual definition of the word craft. It is craft taken to a higher level. I very much like what the gentleman above says on that subject.

And a thoughtful view here: "People don't fight over chocolate versus vanilla ice cream precisely because they can choose either or neither in a free society. Suppose a financial crisis allows Congress to slip into the resulting recovery package a rule that henceforth only one flavor of ice cream will be sold and determined by Congress. Imagine the lobby dollars spent to sway the decision. Imagine the fights that would break out between advocates for one flavor against those supporting another. In a collectivist society everything is political even the flavor of ice cream produced. We recently brought medical services into this morass. Ice cream won't be far behind. Now, I think someone should be free to produce offensive art and try to make a living selling it in a free society. Once we decide to collectively fund it, the choice of what to fund becomes political and the choices made are those with current political power instead of free individuals."
The author added this:
"There is no maxim, in my opinion, which is more liable to be misapplied, and which, therefore, more needs elucidation, than the current one, that the interest of the majority is the political standard of right and wrong." -- James Madison

I've had house painters at my house for a week (four experimental colors before the exact color was achieved) and too many distractions to describe. House maintenance projects are piling up. The powder room is in progress with wallpaper and paint that yours truly is supposed to apply. It's spring so the garden needs me. The dog is covered in pollen each time he visits the yard and brings it all back into the house. I also have some family obligations, a trip to the coast coming up, and a new grandchild to visit in May. Hence, my little gnome painting is sitting still without paint at the moment. But I will get to it as soon as I can.

Meanwhile, the discussion above is something with which artists sometimes grapple. Is it art? Is it a political statement? Is it a fad? Is it a classical theme? Is what we do really art? Are we half-heartedly perfecting a mediocre attempt at a craft? Or are we reaching for that higher level where craft meets art? Is public money the attainment of that higher level? Or is public money corrupting the process of artists? I think the latter. The artist who strives to get grants based on politically correct art is corrupting himself or herself for the sake of what? Collectivism? Using some other person's labor and money to support their own personal decision to become an artist? Strange and opposite bedfellows if you ask me. Is modern art the antithesis of classical art? What does modern art say about our culture? Is there a benchmark for distinction regarding art? Can you honestly say that current art critics and the NEA have promoted excellence in artistic achievement over the last several decades? I think the standards need raising and the NEA needs to be abolished. Just my opinion.

Reading Gnome WIP

"The Reading Gnome" WIP Pre-lim Sketch
10X8
Oil on linen panel

Here is the beginning sketch of "The Reading Gnome." I know it looks really dirty in this picture...in real life it is not. This picture is much darker than the actual sketch..I darkened it in photoshop so it would show up better here. The sketch itself is 50% lighter at least. I try to get enough of a visual with the sketch, but not so much graphite pencil that the graphite will interfere with the paint. In fact, I will probably erase some of it as I dive in with paint and brushes.

About the subject: I can't help it. Gnomes make me laugh. I like the Roaming Gnome commercials. I have a friend who has two, rather large, garden gnomes. Recently I watched a great French movie called Amelie which had a gnome in the plot. (It's a great movie by the way. It came out maybe four or five years ago. I ordered it from Netflix. I liked it so much that I think I may buy it so I can watch it over again a few times.) So one day I came across this photograph of a reading gnome. It's someone else's photograph and I don't know whose it is. Otherwise I would give credit to the photographer for this gnome painting I am about to do. There are lots of gnomes out there with different themes, gardening gnomes, policeman gnomes, sunbathing gnomes, beach themed gnomes, and the like. This one is an older, possibly antique gnome figure. I just love the idea of a reading gnome...maybe because I love reading and do so much of it. Frankly, I just thought he was really cute.

As I think about this painting, I've been thinking of my grandchildren. (duh...I think about them often anyway.) They are happily being home-schooled by a brilliant mother and father. So a "reading gnome." when I think of it, seems like a mascot for their school room...a study buddy, so to speak. Any child's room or over their desk would be a good place to place this fellow. I just hope he turns out the way I want him. We'll see..

Stay tuned!

Hobson

"Hobson"
12X9
Oil on Linen Panel
Commissioned

Click on image to enlarge the view.

So Hobson is finished and I am hoping my friend and collector, Bonnie, will like this rendition of him. I may have explained before that Hobson is no longer with us, so this painting was done from older photos taken of him. The photos cut off one of his paws, so I had to be really creative and pretend I knew what his left paw looked like. He is so cute...and I'm glad to have preserved him for my "Bonnie" friend!

Hobson WIP II

"Hobson" WIP
12X9
Oil on Linen Panel
Commission

Click on image to enlarge the view.

Since I am still recovering from surgery, I have been slow at this one. He is too dark and too brown at the moment. Lots of light and more reddish tones to add. It is always just difficult when working from photographs where you have to add and subtract elements and fictionalize too much. But I'm not giving up....will post again on this one..
Thanks for stopping by!

Hobson WIP I

"Hobson" WIP
12X9
Oil on Linen Panel
Commission

I've been down for a bit, had surgery last week and was not doing great before that. Now I am on the mend and slowly (emphasize the word "slowly") getting back on my feet. I am anxious to get going again, but having to pace myself. I'm not allowed to drive for 2 weeks and not allowed to lift much more than my tea cup..and of course a paint brush. Oh, the frustration.

Hobson has been waiting in queue while I finished up entries for the show at the end of February. He is a sweet fellow who is no longer with us, but his owner is wanting an oil painting to have him with her, at least on the wall, forever. I think he is darling. He was also a rescue and was a good companion all the way 'round. You can tell by his face what a good fellow he was.

So I'm back to the easel...just going ever like a snail. Will post as I go along.
Thanks for stopping by...