Monday, 9 February 2015

I could have painted all night

I was in evil Suzy's class this week.  In honour of the new oriental exhibit at the museum she brought in a Russian teapot and Russian slippers.  None of us said a word  except the Russian student who was pretty sure it wasn't of Chinese origin.  Doesn't matter - I had such a blast -  the paint just flew from my brush onto the canvas and the floor.

And I felt real joy.  What a moment not to worry about the final outcome and just enjoy the process.  It must be the oriental influence - it was zen.

 It is too bad because I can't paint in my studio for 2 weeks.  I would have liked to continue this mood

Saturday, 31 January 2015

Well I`ll be a monkey`s uncle

I wonder what that expression means - I`ll be a monkey`s uncle.  Well picmonkey allows you to make a collage for free.  Here is Rembrandt - all my versions of him.

Do you think he is turning over in his grave or is he amazed that people are still admiring him after all these years.  It was a pleasure looking at his portrait for 16 times and I could stare at it for many more.  

Friday, 30 January 2015

What if I Copied Ray Turner

There are 2 painters, no make it 3, that I would pay just to sit in their studio and watch them paint. I would promise to sit quietly, not say a word and just watch them handle the paint.  The odds of that happening is about the same as me sitting quietly and not saying a word.
The Painters are
  1. Francois Bard!selected/cfit
  2. Sebastian Kruger
  3. Ray Turner   
Francois Bard is in France, Sebastian Kruger is in Germany and Ray Turner is in California.  I am about in the middle of all of them.  Oh well, but thanks to the internet, I can see their work.  This version of Rembrandt is me attempting to well not copy exactly but be influenced by Ray Turner.  I apologize in advance to him because he is that good.  I don`t have permission to post his pictures but check out his website. He uses wacko colours (that is a technical term) but because his values are perfect everything works.

Thursday, 29 January 2015

What if I use Ink

Yesterday I tried to use watercolour on canvas with no success. Let's be positive as Edison said about the many failures he had  - "I have not failed. I've just found 10000 ways that won't work." Water colour on canvas didn't work for me so I threw the canvas across the room and gave up.  Well wouldn't you with this work.

Well this morning the sun was shining, the birds were singing etc.  Actually there are no birds here cause it is freaking cold, but the sun was shining and it hasn't done that in a long time,  but I digress.  I dipped further into my supply closet and found my ink.  I used to love using ink.  First you go to China town for supper and find next to your favorite restaurant a lovely man selling supplies while he did amazing paintings.  I bought this ink stone.  It takes a few minutes to make your ink and it is a very zen moment.  I should have lit a candle.

I had a bit of trouble because the ink just wouldn't stick in some places but I persevered here then is Rembrandt in Ink.

this is what is on my easel.  


Tuesday, 27 January 2015

What if I used Caran D'ache crayons

I looked through my  old art supplies buried behind canvases, old papers and broken pencils to find a really really old metal case of Caran D'ache Crayons. It was the first time I used them on canvas rather than paper and it worked just fine.

Have you ever met an old friend and even though you haven't spoken to them in a long time the conversation feels like you just saw them the other day? That's the way I felt about the crayons, I apologized the crayons for hiding them in a dark cupboard and promised to take them out more often.  Maybe I will even keep my promise

Monday, 26 January 2015

What if I drew with an App

I downloaded a couple of free drawing apps. I wanted something that had a fast learning curve and was fun to use.  Let me present to you Rembrandt on a Ipad.

I think he is beginning to look less and less like himself but yet  still looks like a person, Maybe a distant relative - very distant.

Friday, 23 January 2015

what if I painted wild colours

I may have gone a little too far for my taste but it was fun to be really loose - haven't done that in a long time.  And it wasn't like I was driving drunk it is just paint.

Poor Rembrandt.