As a man thinketh in his heart; so is he. Proverbs 23:7

"Rejoice in the Lord alway: [and] again I say, Rejoice.

Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord [is] at hand.
Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things [are] honest, whatsoever things [are] just, whatsoever things [are] pure, whatsoever things [are] lovely, whatsoever things [are] of good report; if [there be] any virtue, and if [there be] any praise, think on these things. " -Philippians 4:4-9


Sunday, March 16, 2008

Line Drawing of Times Square


While in New York, I drew this from my hotel window. Times Square NYC. Felt tip pen, 9x12 sketchbook 400 series Strathmore.

Machine Made versus Hand Made



This is a close-up detail of an appliqued coverlet commissioned in 1937 ... to be made as a matching pair of twin bed appliqued coverlets which is quite an ambitious project that takes months to complete. These are heirloom quality by today's standards because they have handmade 12-to-the-inch stitches and the precision of the parallel quilting is wonderful and difficult. They have intrinsically value, at least to me. No one does this any more by hand that I know of.

A seamstress today could recreate this same art work with a machine and it would be made with even smaller stitches with more perfection, and completed in a fraction of the time with relatively little skill requirement on the part of the seamstress but would it have the same intrinsic value as these handmade ones?

I rather doubt it. Why is that, if the machine made ones are more perfect with even smaller stitches?

It must be the human factor of imperfection.

The best digital images ... no matter how spectacular ... just do not move me as a handmade one does. They are just too perfect. I have the same reaction to retouched photos of famous people or models on magazine covers. It is all so phony and plastic.

Honestly, I would not buy a digital image, frame it, and hang it in my home. I'm not being a snob. It just doesn't say "human workmanship" to me and so it has less intrinsic value. I would value an oil portrait over a photo portrait. Why is that? The photo has to be more accurate.

I've thought about this a lot lately and wondered if I am just resisting change. I don't think so. The too perfect images feel inhuman.

When I have had to create digital images in the past it seemed always a fight to make the image the way I wanted, and there is always the temptation to do things the way the computer wants to do it. Usually it seems that the computer wins because it's tools always render more perfectly than I and that is not satisfying to me as an artist.

To be sure there is a market for digital art, and it will probably grow but it is not for me.

I say, why not just pick up a brush and paint the image? My image will represent the time I have invested to develop my skills, and my imperfections in the painting will be identifiable that it was indeed handmade.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Current Art Work - In Progress




WIP 8x10 oil sketch on canvas board. I hope to do this for mself on on large canvas as soon as I work all the kinks out.  

The picture (face soon to be added when it is dryer) is of son, Darren when he was a little kid and the silver baby cup a family heirloom (Poppie's), and the teddy bear is just there to introduce the magic of "make-believe" associated with childhood; the red background is there to give the feeling of childhood should be like ... full of energy and joy.  I think Darren's childhood was like that.

Here is aWC pencil sketch of Darren, now a fully grown man from a snap shot.  Watercolor pencil 5x8 Heavy WC paper.

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Brenden from photo. Watercolor pencil 5x8.
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Still working on eggs .... the setup needs something I think.  I wanted to project the simplicity and perfection of form; how something so small and insignificant could bring such great culinary delights to the planet; how it is so strong as a binder for "egg tempera" (it makes a paint film that is strong as iron) and an essential ingredient in many art masterpieces that the world cherishes; how it is used in the drug industry to make life saving antibiotics; how it can produce the little chick who feeds literally the whole world. Something to think about.   I need to find a way to create a visual image...  "In Praise of the Egg."