Well, Genevieve of Greenland Glacier, aka ‘Cloven’ is finally done. Thanks to the suggestion of my beautiful daughter (we have children to steal their youthful ideas) I used silk flowers rather than sculpting leaves. I flew in the butterflies for scale.
Genevieve is a woodland nymph who lives among the birch trees in Qinngua Valley. She is shy, loving and kind. She will remain hidden until earth’s bipedal ‘thinking’ inhabitants (& this planet’s supposed guardians) master the art of PEACE.
Genevieve of Greenland Glacier is sculpt #8 for me. At first, I’d given Genevieve a much different paint scheme which turned out horrid (I teared up a little). I thought perhaps a green coat might suit this timid dear girl. Much better. Phew! And what fun creating her mini-ornamentation.
Each new sculpt lobs its own unique challenges – disasters that I either fail or face as I continue on with this clay infatuation. ..
This cryptid sculpt is the Loveland Frogman. I created collages of a few cryptid/creature illustrations for the UFO Fair (loads of outrageous fun- JUNE 7th – Pine Bush, NY).
My husband, Keith, requested the Frogman collage (orange bkgd painting shown) to hang over his desk. Now, as I’ve crashed into sculpting, he requested a Frogman sculpt to live as a silent desk-partner. I’m glad he asked for this critter. The Frogman was great fun to make.
Have a wonderful weekendI hope you’re managing through the madness. For those who celebrate the day – Hoppy Easter!
but you can call her Alice. I based Alice on an illustration I created a few years back. It was challenging and quite liberating breaking this alien-mermaid out of her 2D paper-prison.
Diggi Lann, or Alice, as we affectionately call her here in Pine Bush, NY, home to northeast alien abductions and encounters, is a loving soul…❤️
The element of water mesmerizes those in its sight, extraterrestrials strive for knowledge and community, together, these two wield the awesome power of PEACE.☮️
I believe Art’s authentic value is held in the heart of the viewer. This large acrylic (5′ x 5′) work was painted decades ago. Over the years, viewers have given me the gift of their unique interpretations of this image.
I know why I painted this image back then, but today, for me, it has come to bear an entirely different meaning – one that I hold in my heart.
Feel free to share your interpretation if you’d like. (I’ll not comment on your thoughts, good or bad – swing away)
I hope you’re managing during this time of… (so many words I want to put here, but we’re being bombarded enough)
This is Barney. He was created with 25 lbs of air dry clay. This is my third creature sculpt – and to-date I’ve learned 1,000 ways how not to sculpt. Working toward 1,000 more…
How I wish I could waken him and send him to D.C. – Barney enjoys eating orange men whose chests beat with dark hearts…
Robert – who only months ago shared his stellar poetry through a powerful voice – is no longer here. His generosity and kindness – needed so desperately in this world – will never be forgotten❤️
Yesterday’s post highlighted an artwork I painted for my son. The painting – Washington’s Last Cantonment – was created after I’d painted a canvas for his sister.
For the acrylic (above), I used several old reference images – some of the fish – like the large koi – were directly inspired from those images (apologies to the brilliant artists – I’ve been unable to locate their names to properly credit) – a few of the other fish swim in my head – and now – on my daughter’s apartment wall. She’d requested the specific water color…for interior decor ‘matchi-ness’:)
Both paintings are 4′ x 2′ – each a labor of love. As much as I don’t enjoy painting landscapes, water scenes run a close second. I find the most joy in creating cryptids and creatures. I don’t know why or what to think of that. Perhaps, I shouldn’t ponder fangs and claws too deeply. These thoughts might reveal lurking images in the sub-basement brain;)
Looks to be another cold beautiful day here in the Hudson Valley.
Months ago, my son had asked me if I could recreate a painting for him. The particular artwork in question – he’d decided long ago – was his favorite of all time. Since I’d painted a picture of fish for his sister, I told him I’d create art for him too. The painting he wanted had been living as a blurry photo on his phone for quite some time. He’d seen the art – years ago – hanging on the wall of a restaurant.
Neither Max or I were able to locate a decent reference image – my son’s photo was so blurry in fact, I saw nothing but white in the air and dark lumps on the ground. My son’s description from memory was “men on horses and some cabins.” We went as far as returning to the restaurant (under new ownership for several years) and inquiring about the painting that had once hung on their far left wall.
Now I’ll tell you, I don’t like painting landscapes – I never have – meaning – I’ve avoided them my entire life – so my best attempts at recreating any are fake – I muddle my way through in an effort to get something close to the needle of credibility. The painting above is the result – my son – of course – loves it – because his mom made it for him. Any artist looking at this might smile and keep the honest review beneath the tongue.
And, as karma so often intervenes, months after I’d finished the painting, Max and I walked 2 blocks from the house to get coffee. The coffee-bar’s proprietor was a collector of books, art, antiques…and when we showed him the photo of my painting – he immediately knew whose artwork I’d been trying to recreate (in fact – the framed reproduction below was actually in another room of his coffee bar)- dang – was I off.
The Last Cantonment, 1783 – John F. Gould
John Fleming Gould (1906-1996) graduated from Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, NY, and later instructed at Pratt for 22 years. He was a prominent illustrator for the Saturday Evening Post for more than 8 years. Many of Mr. Gould’s works hang in private collections. He was partial to historical subjects, especially in the Hudson River Valley from the Statue of Liberty to Albany, NY.
I’ve provided more visual snow for some of you. who don’t really need to see anymore snow. I hope you’re all keeping warm, am:)
Herbie The Lovebug is a Volkswagen with blue and red pinstripes and the number 53 on his chassis. In his movies, Herbie never fails to rescue his owners whenever they need saving. They need saving a lot. Herbie once traveled to Monte Carlo for a race. He goes many other places too. Racing is his passion and he is creative at winning.
A few months ago, Dad brought home a Volkswagen. The little bug sits next to our Grand Squire wagon. But it never appears diminished. Our little red car has no pinstripes or racing number, still I know it is kind and clever. Whenever Dad drives it, he always smiles.
(Each week en route to the gym, I pass by this poor little Volkswagen. I finally remembered to take a picture before driving by. Always, when I see this little car, I travel back to the little car in my childhood driveway — the red bug who had the power of getting my ornery dad to smile.)
) I used silk flowers rather than sculpting leaves. I flew in the butterflies for scale.
as I continue on with this clay infatuation. ..
I hope you’re managing through the madness.
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