The Studio Wall

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The wall in my studio is always plastered with images…sometimes mine, sometimes another artist’s, sometimes just a photo or image I have sketched and am thinking of working from.

I love The Wall…it is one of the most wonderful things of having a room that is strictly an art studio, and not a corner of the living room or bedroom or a dining table as in years past.

Trees at Versailles near Paris. Photo and photos by me

Trees at Versailles near Paris. Photo and photos by me

Sometimes it will stay the same for weeks. I may trade one or two images out here and there…

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It all depends what I am working on and if I am nearing the completion of a painting and beginning to contemplate new works.

The Louvre in Paris. MOMA's dining room and the courtyard in front of the Public Library in New York City. All photos by me

The Louvre in Paris, MOMA’s dining room and the courtyard in front of the Public Library in New York City. All photos by me.

If I am working on a particular piece I may put up other artists’ works that somehow relate in tone or feeling or content–just to see what others have done.  Sometimes it will influence me but more often than not it just keeps me strong and focused and original with my own work.

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I can sit and stare at the wall many times during my work day.

Central Park in New York...two very different images from the same afternoon.

Central Park in New York…two very different images from the same afternoon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then there is the space near my desk with images of friends’ work and more personal images, just because I love them.

At my desk, cards and photos of friends and fellow creatives...

At my desk, cards and photos of friends and fellow creatives…

 

 

Everyone should have a wall. It’s what you look at before you squeeze the first bit of paint on to the palette.

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City Parks: London, Paris & New York

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I have always loved large cities.  And traveling has just increased that love and fascination. What is it about these magnificent cities that lure me back again and again?

A Paris street. Photo by me

A Paris street. Photo by me

I think there is something incredibly special about spending a day in a major city–visiting museums,

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maybe a movie or a show…

Times Square in New York City, featuring a movie, a play or just people watching. Photo by me.

Times Square in New York City, featuring a movie, a play or just people watching. Photo by me.

or a bit of leisurely window shopping…

 

Window shopping in Paris. Photo by me.

Window shopping in Paris. Photo by me.

A shop windows near St. James Palace in London, photo by me

A shop windows near St. James’s Palace in London, photo by me.

And then when you have just about had enough (but never quite), and your feet cannot carry you another block, you find a corner of a cozy park to settle down in with a cup of coffee or a cold drink.

A quiet corner of Central Park, NYC, in summer. Photo by me.

Central Park in summer, with a jazz musician playing under the bridge. Photo by me.

I think it is part of what makes a great city, well, great.  A green oasis in the center of the bustle and noise. They have their own excitement and energy…

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Central Park in summer, photo by me.

But also moments of peace and tranquility.

Sailing boats in Central Park

Sailing boats in Central Park, NYC. Photo by me.

Of course, I grew up near New York City on Long Island, and spent many happy hours in Central Park. And in the decades I worked in Washington, DC as a graphic designer, I also had a small studio apartment in NYC right across the street from Central Park.  I could walk out the door of the building, cross the heavy traffic of Central Park West and I was in that very special place…a city park.

One of Central Parks Broad Avenues. Photo by me

One of Central Park’s Broad Avenues. Photo by me

I have many images of Central Park that I have been looking at and sketching as part of the “Cities” series of paintings I have been working on this year. One of the things I have noticed working on this series is how similar the great parks are.  Although each region has its own personality, the parks also have common elements–the broad walking paths, gorgeous ancient trees, people playing games…socializing…walking, and cool swaths of rolling lawn.  And of course a water feature.

St. James Park, London. Photo by me.

St. James Park, London. Photo by me.

In London, I think my favorite park is St. James’s Park.

The London Park's incredible flowers.  Is it the abundance of rain? Photo by me.

The London park’s incredible flowers. Is it the abundance of rain? Photo by me.

Right down the street from Buckingham Palace you can always find a garden or a group of ducks on the edge of the lake that help to rejuvenate you.

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One of St. James’s noisiest residents. Photo by me.

Kensington Gardens, a Royal Park, is one of my new favorites in London, just between Hyde Park and Kensington Palace.  On my last trip to London in November it was golden, and I managed to take lots of pictures.

Kensington Park, London. Photo by me.

Kensington Park, London. Photo by me.

Luckily a painting was born. I look at this, and see any of the parks I have visited in large cities. This is just the beginning, but although it is Kensington, it could be a scene in New York or Paris.

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The beginning of a painting of Kensington Park. Oil sketch by me

The three women are connecting with each other as they stroll through the lanes.  You can hear children playing the background, maybe a dog barking, but mostly it is a quiet space where the women stroll in their own special world. The beauty of parks in a big city is it offers the residents a place to come together before retreating back to their small, or large, living spaces behind locked doors.

It reminds me of the painting I did of Bath, England a few years ago.  The two women are alone under the trees walking and talking.

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“The Voyeur”, painting by me.

In Paris, my favorite park is definitely, without a doubt, the Tuileries. It is a spectacular park. And is so “Parisian”.

The Tuileries in Paris. Photo by me.

The Tuileries in Paris. Photo by me.

All the elements of the other parks are there. The social games…

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The water feature…

The edge of the Tuileries with the Louvre in the background. Photo by me.

The edge of the Tuileries with the Louvre in the background. Photo by me.

The grand trees and broad avenues …

A lovely road through the park. Photo by me.

A lovely road through the park. Photo by me.

In Paris, everything is so neatly trimmed unlike the wild abandon of the English parks…

Kensington's ducks being fed. Photo by me.

Kensington’s ducks being fed. Photo by me.

Or the naturally sculpted woods of Central Park…

Central Park's rolling lawns. Photo by me.

Central Park’s rolling lawns. Photo by me.

But each has its own special magic. I can’t imagine if I really had to pick a favorite, which it would be.

Good night, dear cities.  Sleep well. Your parks will wake up early in the morning.

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Paris from my hotel window. Just beyond the rooftops, is The Tuileries. Photo by me.

Jane Austen and Bath

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Last week marked the 200th anniversary of the first publication of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Two centuries later, it is still going strong.

Bath, England--home to Jane Austin two centuries ago. Photo by me

Bath, England–home to Jane Austin two centuries ago. Photo by me

Attached is an excellent story about Jane and Bath, England, and the celebration.

(And for information about our art workshop in Bath in September, click the word “workshop” at the top of this page.)

Taxi, take two!

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In early 2011, I did a small painting that is still one of my personal favorites…”NYC:Taxi (winter)”.  The small 16″ x 12″ painting evoked the classic New York City street scene in winter, which I viewed from the window of The Museum of Modern Art (MOMA). The woman I saw from my perch actually had the hat on that matched the color of the taxi she was trying to hail.

NYC:Taxi (winter), painting by me

NYC:Taxi (winter), painting by me

When I returned to New York City this past summer, of course I went over to MOMA.  And there I looked out the same window, and saw the same street scene in a totally different light.

From the window of MOMA. Photo by me

From the window of MOMA. Photo by me

I began to sketch from the photos with the winter painting in mind.  I wanted this small painting to echo the first.

The photo is referenced but the composition changed slightly.

The photo is referenced but the composition changed slightly.

The isolation of the small figure hailing the taxi is still there as in the first painting, but the surroundings have changed with the season.

The taxi is centered.

The taxi is centered.

The middle of the work, where decisions about color and lightness are made.  I can go back and forth for days deciding on contrast, brightness and emphasis.

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And finally, it is complete.

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NYC: Taxi (summer)

It has been a journey, but I love the story these two paintings tell.

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My favorite spot, at the easel in my studio. photo by me.

Click on “workshop” at the top of the page for information on the September destination creativity workshop in Bath, England.

MOMA, Joan and New York City

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When I was in high school, more years ago than I like to admit, I escaped to New York City to The Museum of Modern Art as often as possible.  I grew up on Long Island, and “The City”, as we called Manhattan, was magnetic, always drawing me in.

A group of us would take the train in, and spend hours looking at the art at MOMA. We would then sit in the sculpture courtyard talking about what we saw, lingering forever over one cup of coffee or a cold drink, feeling very grown up, modern and inspired.

Matisse at MOMA. Photo by me

Matisse at MOMA. Photo by me

On my last visit to MOMA this past summer, so much seemed the same even after the huge remodeling of this important museum several years ago. The groups of young adults lingering in the museum seemed the same, although the cafe on the edge of the sculpture garden has gone. Instead these art lovers gather on benches near the lobby under the great paintings and soaring architecture.

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MOMA’s admissions lobby. Photo by me

More often than not, however, they seem not to be talking, but rather texting. Every museum I visit around the world, there always seems to be this texting thing. Huddled in small groups, they hold these small objects, fingers moving furiously over the surface.  Are they still “talking” about art?  Do they feel grown up and modern with the new technology?

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Underneath a stunning Joan Mitchell (Wood, Wind, No Tuba, 1980) at MOMA, everyone was lined up on the benches, tired from walking through the galleries…texting or tweeting. I must admit, I love the new technology, but do we still share experiences with those we are with, or are we always looking out to the “net” beyond?

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A group of young adults relaxing after their day at the museum. Sketch by me

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Fleshing out color. Photo by me

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Joan Mitchell’s painting dominates the color palette and the scene. Does anyone notice?. Painting by me.

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The process of adding detail, and balancing the figures with the art.

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Finished! “MOMA and Joan”.  Painting by me.

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The Museum of Modern Art in New York City. Photo by me

I just hope this new generation of museum goers finds as much joy in their memories as I have. I think they will find their own way to remember the moment.

By the way, Joan Mitchell often painted diptychs as we see here.

Joan Mitchell's Wood, Wind, No Tuba. 2 panels 9'2 1/4" x 13 1 1/8".  Brilliant!

Joan Mitchell’s Wood, Wind, No Tuba. 2 panels 9′ 2 1/4″ x 13 1 1/8″. Brilliant!

I love that…how the two canvases would actually work as separate pieces but worked as a whole together.  Hockney was another one who use this structure of multiple canvas, and at times I have been known to use this method.

 

Studio Days and Twombly

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I have been working in the studio steadily this week, with just time in between to let a layer of color dry, or sketch a new idea, or just think of what I want to do next. It’s great when the rhythm of the studio takes over.

And often I keep the momentum going by reviewing my ideas from my travels.  Things that I suspected were important in some way when I first sketched or photographed them on location, jump out at me again and again from the images I have taped to my studio wall.

A small part of "The Wall" in my studio.

A small part of “The Wall” in my studio.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started on an image from my trip to England last summer…the Tate Modern and an exhibit on Cy Twombly’s later works, one of my favorite artists.

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The Tate Modern in London on a rainy morning. The museum is in an old power station on the south bank, and is one of my favorites I return to again and again.

His work is minimal, but rich in its texture of layers.  Line is everything. As he grew older, the lines grew bolder and thicker.

Cy Twombly at the Tate Modern in London. Photo by me.

Cy Twombly at the Tate Modern in London. Photo by me.

These bold, red scars on canvas are some of his last works. But the movement and drips are reminiscent of his early works.

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The negative space is as important as the stroke, which is energized and rhythmic

There is nothing like his line.

When I started my painting, I wanted the Twombly to dominate, but it is the viewer on the right, the woman in the trench coat, that I most identify with.

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Step 1–the composition and color is blocked in.

A lot of the time it is not until you actually start sketching a painting that you know if it is going in the right direction or not.

In to the middle

In to the middle

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It’s when you get in to the middle of the piece that it gets rough.  The beginning is exciting and somehow at the end, fine-tuning the details is rewarding and peaceful.

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But especially in the middle of the work, decisions need to be made that will alter the outcome dramatically.  The mind works on high-speed making trying to understand what the story is. And often it means going in and taking a chance of wrecking the whole thing to make it go beyond the expected.

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Twombly at the Tate. Painting by me.

When it is finished you somehow just know.  When I was less experienced, I think I often stopped too early…didn’t take the chance of going too far. Now I seem to know just how far to push.

For information on the creative workshop in Bath, England next September, click on “Workshop” at the top of the page.

Painting in to the New Year

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I have been back in the studio on a regular basis, and am absolutely loving my time there.  I must confess though, it is exhausting.  Such concentration on a regular basis for long stretches is a challenge, but so satisfying when something good comes of it.

The Cities series begins in the studio.

The Cities series begins in the studio.

I spend an hour or so each morning working on the Creativity Workshop we are planning for next September in Bath. Can’t wait.  Art and England and My Beloved Brit.  Heaven on earth.

The River Avon at Bath

The River Avon at Bath

The workshop will focus on the artist traveler and how to use their precious time in an unfamiliar environment to best advantage. When we get back to work on our art at home, we will have an immense reservoir of ideas and reference.

If you click on the “Workshops” link at the top of this page, you can see all the details.

The Crescent, Bath England

The Crescent, Bath England

The “Cities” series of paintings I am working on now is a direct result of my years of travel.  And it is the true satisfaction and increasing interest I find in the subject of using travel for inspiration that led me to put together the workshop.

Musee d'Orsay, Paris.

Musee d’Orsay, Paris. My photo.

If you remember, back in August I began the “Cities” series, sketching a painting of the Musee d’Orsay in Paris, a direct result of my visit last spring to the magical city.

The first sketch on canvas

The first sketch on canvas

Musee d’Orsay is one of my favorite museums in the world.

The Musee d'Orsay in Paris.  Photo by me after a long happy visit inside.

The Musee d’Orsay in Paris. Photo by me after a long happy visit inside.

And of course, Paris….need I say more.

Starting to chose a color palette

Starting to choose a color palette

As always, one of the most difficult things when you get home from travel is what to choose to paint.  Even though I have a pretty good idea of my choices before I leave the foreign location thanks to editing my photos and sketches on the road, I looked at this image as well as a few others for months before I decided I had to try to interpret this particular idea. The multiple perspectives were daunting, and the arches and architectural details could be a nightmare. But I decided to tackle it.

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What I wanted to come out in the final painting was the art lovers, the museum visitors, who were dwarfed and stunned by the gorgeous museum, carved from an old train station in the center of Paris. (I love how cities have re-purposed old buildings for art–think Tate Modern in London which used an old power station)

The last stage of the painting. Art lovers embraced by architecture.

The last stage of the painting. Art lovers embraced by architecture.

This Parisian landmark is reminiscent of an ancient tomb. And yet it is so light and bright with the arched skylights overhead, perhaps it seems more like a cathedral. I am always awestruck by this museum…the building as well as the content.

Paris: Musee d'orsay, painting and photo by me

Paris: Musee d’orsay, painting and photo by me

I think the painting is where I want it. Such satisfaction to finish the last stroke. Now it sits drying in a corner of the studio while I get to work on other ideas from other travels.

New beginnings. Photo by me, the studio

New beginnings. Photo by me, the studio

I have about 5 different pieces in almost finished stages.  Unusual for me.  In the past, I have worked on one or two pieces at a time. But this series is so interesting to me, I keep rushing on with it.  There are at least 5 more ideas that I have not even started sketching yet.  Such fun, and I get to relive each travel adventure as I paint.

The Red Phone Box

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More and more, public phones seem to be disappearing in the United States as well as in the UK.  But it still cheers me to turn a corner and see a red phone box on a London Street…

Across from Hyde Park in London. Photo by me.

…or near a country road.

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They still pop up in the odd spot when you least expect them. They are so cheerful and reassuring, in some way. Tradition.  I hope they never totally go away.

The Victoria and Albert Museum

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The Victoria and Albert has been on my list for years of places that I wanted to visit.  Finally, on my last trip to London, I made it. It was worth the wait.

The Victoria and Albert Museum, down the road from Harrods in London. Photo by me

I loved the fashion wing with the different era’s beautiful clothes lovingly displayed.

The historic costume wing Photo by me

Boas and embroideries from the 20s. Photo by me

Ball gowns. Photo by me

Women who lunch Photo by me

Color. Photo by me

Modern times. Photo by me

Ending with an ethereal figure floating above the space. Photo by me

After such fashionable beauty, I tackled the museum, exploring the vast halls. It is massive.

The VA from the inner courtyard. Photo by me

The entry hall. Photo by me

The entrance to the gift shop. Photo by me

It was incredibly large, and the hallways went on forever.  Even with my map I had to stop to ask the guards directions several times. I was looking for a room filled with Constable water-color sketches. It was a maze.

Down dark hallways…Photo by me

…past huge storerooms of great treasures. Photo by me

…past the guardians. Photo by me

…no time to rest. Photo by me

…an angel trumpeted the way. Photo by me

Finally I found them in a very dim room under glass.  I couldn’t use any flash and it was hard to photograph them, but take my word…they were exquisite.

And finally I was there. Photo by me

A room filled with small Constable gems. Photo by me

My day was complete. Back out on the wet streets of London, I was totally at peace. Constable can do that for you.

The walk back home. Photo by me