Tuesday, 25 November 2014

White but not really

I love painting white dogs because you really have to paint the nuances.White forces you to observe the colour since nothing is really just white.  On the other hand, one should be  doing that with any painting  but it seems just more fun with white. Look at  Ray Kinstler's portrait of Tom Wolfe. It reads as white but of course there are a million pastel shades. I love this painting but alas only from afar - I have never seen it in real life but I am sure it is even more wonderful.


Here is my painting of a  white dog.   


I think the poor dog  needs eyes.

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Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Getting Better all the Time

Okay today was better - the vet said not to panic yet about the tics.  Doesn't he know me -  we were at the laundromat  boiling our sheets and the duvet cover. The heat is on - turns out you have to change your filters once in awhile - who knew? And my knee is what it is.

There is a really long traffic light in our city which we like to avoid because it is really long but we always forget.  The car parked next to us at this light had a beautiful rottie sticking his head out of the window.  The light was long enough for me to ask the other driver if I could take a picture of his dog - that brought a great smile to his face - the driver not the dog.  The dog couldn't care less - too much to smell. This is my original picture.

I didn't like where the muzzle was kissing the window and I simplified the background.  I started with a 3 value painting.  

I like the feeling that the head is pointing out of the window but something is dull.

Getting Better

Getting better, and I'm tired I'll work on it tomorrow.  I think it looks like a golden in Rotti clothing.
Sorry rotti - but nothing beats a golden.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The no good rotten Bad Day

I used to read the book "Alexander and the no good horrible very bad day" to my kids and without giving the ending away, I'll just tell you that Alexander wanted to move to Australia.  I am having a rotten day.  My knee which was getting better had a relapse, I found 3 ticks on my dog and they were still moving, and the furnace isn't working. It is 62 Celsius which is really cold in Fahrenheit.   Of course it has been snowing which means everyone is trying to find a gas station to put on winter tires. Worst of all every store I have been in has been playing "Let it snow, Let it snow". According to Wikipedia, that song was written by Sammy Cahn during a heatwave.  No one above the 49th parallel would ever write that song unless you were a ski hill owner or a snowboarder.



Don't even like what I worked on.  

At least there is always coffee.

Maybe I'll move to Australia.


Monday, 17 November 2014

A good Dane

I love the comic Mother Goose and Grimm.  He published a cartoon of a Great Dane with the caption "you are a good Dane not a great one".  I just can't get it out of my head and I can't see a Great Dane without the caption.  So here is a good Dane:



I laugh everytime I think about it.  Good Dane -  Ha.

Friday, 14 November 2014

A wonderful Guy

I am married to a wonderful guy.  Since I injured my knee I have been slow to move in the morning and he has been  bringing me coffee in bed. Is there anything more loving than that? Well there is. He bought me a stool  so instead of standing I can turn on my stool and look at my painting in the mirror.

Isn't it beautiful.  In my chair's honour I cleaned up the studio.  Swept, scraped paint of the table and put away supplies.  I think the chair appreciated it.  If you think I am crazy watch this ad and tell me you didn't feel sorry for the lamp. 


The chair is so pretty and shiny, that I almost don't want to use it.  It is like getting the first scratch on a new car - painful.

I am preparing for a show and I have a vision of a whole bunch of small paintings with a couple of large ones.  I have one large one completed and I am working on another one.  

S. Charto 5minutesfromcool.blogspot.ca Gerry and Mully

This is 24 X 30.  I started it this afternoon after cleaning my studio. It is a pretty good start.  

Thank you Gerry for the support - I feel warm and fuzzy. 



Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

This was taken with my Ipad because I can't find my camera. The difference between my painting and this photo is it seemed to make the dog wider - I don't understand how it did that.  
I suppose eventually I will find my camera because sooner or later I will clean up.  I have to admit my house is not as clean as I would like it, because of my bad knee and my husband's avoidance of dusting.  I am not complaining about him because he has been wonderful.  He just bought me a stool and I will blog tomorrow if it helped.  He brought down the computer to the main floor so I can avoid steps. 

This is Bogey.  Poor dog, he was so easy to torture.  He could hold this position forever and then toss it in the air when we said ok.

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Look at those poor starving eyes.

We don't do this with Mully because the minute the cookie is on her nose she starts drooling.  I personally find puddles of drool distasteful.  She has it easy.

Poor Bogey.  

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Bogey

I loved this dog and the painting doesn't do him justice.  He knew a million tricks and once we won a bouquet of flowers. It was pouring outside and the radio announcer said it was raining cats and dogs, He had a quick contest -  the first person to have their dog bark on air would win flowers.  Piece of cake.  A bunch of people phoned up but Bogey was the only who barked on command.  The announcer said it was too loud so Bogey barked quietly.  He was a really talented dog.  

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I used to think I was a really great trainer, but I have since learned - Bogey was a really great dog.