Light Dawns Slowly Over the Whole

Isn’t this the best explanatory model for so many of the messy debates in which we are immersed as a people, a country, … and humanity variously self aware? Perhaps it is the only narrative that actually works in the case of the world stage. If only we could see with 10,000 eyes. 

For example, the health care debate is a good object lesson. It is not one debate, it is many. With pendulum these weeks swinging precipitously from one extreme to another, the infinite shades of compromise possible are all too quickly undermined, mischaracterized, or otherwise painted out. We are the blindered lead by the blinded, we who can look at only those headline issues — single payer, public option, abortion, et al — as we try to navigate; who has time for more???

pencil on paper, unfinished, like most things in life

On the open sea, or in the woods, we don’t need entirely new instruments, but we need courage, good will and trust in the crew.

Waiting for Cards

It’s been a bit of a process, working with the print-prep department to get colors correct. Not sure why they are having so much trouble,  and am getting worried. I can’t settle for anything less than perfect, because the run will be costing me a lot of money and I have to live with the results for a long time!

detail from a recent and unfinished painting

One of the new card designs I am working on with Queen City Printers will be a winter image, because I only have two winter images in the line thus far. With no snow on the ground, and the summer vegetation all died back, things this week have a look that I ought to think about capturing for a future addition to the line; but it feels more like November than December.

Art shows galore, but don’t confuse busyness with getting much done

I have submitted work to SPA members show, Helen Day Art Center members show, and work is up through the end of November at the (Burlington) City Market on their members wall. I also have a few very large works in the Williams room at Davis Center on the UVM campus.

Evergreens, Field and Orange Sky — acrylic on canvas, 20 x 16 $425,  (click on image for better version)

Through all of this, I find my peace and relaxation by either turning on a Law and Order type of show*, or getting into the woods, which I did briefly today on the Stowe Pinnacle. Not enough though. It was getting dark and I knew that if I didn’t turn back  I’d be in trouble trying to stumble out with only a crescent moon to light the way.

*actually I’ve never had such a long list of favorite shows: The Mentalist, House, The Good Wife, 30 Rock, Medium, Conan, SNL, and many Law and Orders and CSIs, and don’t forget John Stewart and Steven Colbert, although there is a conflict with Conan.

Color From Within

November is the month when we start to find our colors, and our cheer, from inside. Today is a typical November day with the rain, and the gray sky amorphous and nearly indistinguishable from the lake. The only feature indicating division is a very faint New York shore.

Here is a picture from a couple of days ago, when we still had the sun.

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The Year of the Lake

Show is up at City Market in downtown Burlington. Through November.

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One of several paintings done from my community garden site at Rockpoint this fall. The massive spruce and pine trees on the road toward the Bishops House have always been a strong presence. I decided to take a second garden out there, and when I found that my assigned plot would be just footsteps south of them, I was thrilled, to say the least! Overall, gardening out there went well in spite of the two straight months of rain and tomato/potato blight. At the end of the season I finally began to paint out there, producing 5 works that can be played with all winter in my studio.

“If one has no horse, one is one’s own horse…” — Van Gogh

From the Telegraph.co.uk

• Letter from Vincent van Gogh to his brother Theo, Nieuw-Amsterdam, 28 October 1883

Extract from the letter: “If something in you yourself says ‘you aren’t a painter’ — IT’S THEN THAT YOU SHOULD PAINT, old chap, and that voice will be silenced too, but precisely because of that. Anyone who goes to his friends and complains about his troubles when he feels like that loses something of his manliness, something of the best that’s in him. Your friends can only be those who fight against it themselves, rouse the active in you through their own example of action.

“One must take it up with assurance, with a conviction that one is doing something reasonable, like the peasant guiding his plough or like our friend in the scratch, who is doing his own harrowing. If one has no horse, one is one’s own horse — a lot of people do that here. You must regard it not as a change — as a deeper penetration.”

scary pumpkins, scary faces– what makes them so?

Jack-o-lanterns ought to be a good excuse to come up with the most horrifying faces possible, but this is easier said than done. Mine here are mostly just goofy, sad or confused looking. Instead of scaring, they look scared themselves.

Evil, or its embodiment as a sort of threateningness is not an emotion. If I had to characterize its appearance on a face, I think of the slant of eyebrow, gleem in eye, furled lip with teeth exposed, nostrils flaring? I better try another drawing.

But I also should say that I’ve never known a kid to be actually scared by a pumpkin.

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Night Glories

I spotted this composition as I was clearing the remains of my Rockpoint Garden last evening.  Rain and darkness were threatening, but worse, the threat of our garden closing day today loomed even darker. Would I have another chance to photograph these beauties before everything has to be cleared out? Why are they only blooming now, in October, at the dead end of the season! Should I run home and get my camera, and risk not getting back until dark, or in the pouring rain? Well, I did, and captured enough to work from in studio this winter.

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I’ve been painting quite a bit this season from the other end of the garden, looking up toward this pile of foliage, which arbor has also sported a decent crop of pole beans, with the Monster Pine and Spruce as backdrop. The horizontal-running small  branches of the spruce were of particular interest, for some reason. They provide an engaging net-like configuration I guess.

This morning we performed the final rites on garden closing, but agreed that I can leave this arbor up for a few more days, as it isn’t likely the rototilling contractor will be through for a few more days. AH! Reprieve!!! If the darn wind dies down I might even go paint there later. That would be such the diggity delight! Now, pass the kale please…

Sail Away

This time of year brings thoughts of far away lands, and at the same time, energy goes into making ready for the coming cold weather as if I might be here for another winter.

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Mixed media on paper, 12 x 18, archival mat and framed, $225

not today, but some other day