Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Saturn Hula Hoop

So we're gonna say Saturn is the "Hawaii" of the solar system. That's because Saturn does the hula. Wait, what? Okay, more precisely, Saturn does the hula hoop.

I had this funny idea that an astronaut might stand on some celestial object, say, the moon, and do a "Saturn impression."

To help realize this vision, for reference shots, I had my son put on an astronaut Halloween costume and took pictures. Then I had to get him "trained" to hula hoop. 

Here's one of the dozens I took:



Then I painted this picture: of a hula hoop duet with Saturn. 

I tried to paint it fast, taking about two hours to get to a point at which I felt I might stop.

Oil on Gessobord
5" x 5"

Naturally, you're invited to check it out at Fine Art America or Daily Paintworks.

Friday, July 14, 2017

In Space, No One Can Hear You Sing...

...but wouldn't it be cool if they could?

I just love taking two visual ideas and fusing them together such that they almost seem possible. My "for instance," in this case anyway, is music on the moon. I mean, I know there's no air, but doesn't just seem like you' could hear a strumming guitar? Someone could serenade the new arrivals off the lunar lander, music wafting through the, uh, what? Air? No...music'd be wafting through the...vacuum. The vacuum? Well, playing guitar on the lunar surface should sound strikingly similar to playing air guitar. And of course, compounding ironies, even playing "air guitar" on the moon wouldn't even be possible: It'd have to be "airless guitar."

Anyway, getting back to the fantasy, here's a picture implying possible moon music:

"Hitchhiker With Guitar"
Oil on canvas
14 x 11

Oh yeah, and if he can hitch a ride, maybe he can make it in the big town of...Earth.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Moon Angel

Ever buy a Halloween costume not for Halloween? For a child? Actually, it was "for me," insofar as I was going to have my sons model for an art idea I had.

We went to a school field, and my sons took turns wearing an astronaut costume--that I bought in January. They were 9 and 7 at the time. I suppose a few people gave quizzical looks, wondering what we were up to. (Side note: It's interesting how UN-self-conscious I was, what with me having a specific plan in mind when I was taking these pictures.)

For the purposes of this post (anyway), here's one of those pictures...


...which I then used as a guide to create...

Moon Angel
5" x 5"
Oil on Gessobord

This was the first of many lunar-themed paintings I've created. 

(Should you be inclined to own this image, you can find it at Daily Paintworks and Fine Art America.)

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Moving Heaven and Earth

Whatever it takes....

Just do it....

You see where this is going. Playing with language, it struck me that "moving heaven and earth" could be turned into an appealing visual. I then figured if I paint (and post) a picture titled, "Moving Heaven and Earth," it could be a symbolic representation of my intention to do X...of my intention to, well, follow through on whatever daunting--yet wanted--task(s) is (are) before me.

Take a look:
Oil on Canvas
10" x 14"

If interested, by the way, you can find it, among other places, at Daily Paintworks or (for prints) at Fine Art America. 

Let's see if this depiction really does becomes an impetus for action!

 

Friday, June 30, 2017

Throat Hug

My son posed his Lego Darth Vader into the "killing pose." Of course, that it's Lego makes it look amusing, adorable even. I thought it'd be fun to capture it as a little painting. I wanted to paint it fast, trying to keep it fresh and loose, as it were. With the few hours I put into it, perhaps I succeeded...

Lego Vader
6" x 6"
Oil on Gessobord

As of the timing of this post, it's for sale on Daily Paintworks and on Etsy. Likewise, you could get a print through Fine Art America.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Fast First Flower

So there I was, struck by a wonderful painting--"My Favorite Bouquet"--by Francine Dufour-Jones. I stumbled on the painting, posted via Daily Paintworks, when I was scrolling through Facebook. Unlike most art that pops up, I found myself returning to it to look at over and over again. I decided to buy it.

I marveled at how she depicted a vase of flowers. So loose, so colorful! Arresting even. I was so taken with this "discovery," I wanted to see if I could emulate what I'd found. Using artificial flowers (purchased years ago to use as references for trappings for some carousel horse paintings) as my model, I "splashed" paint on my panel for about an hour and came up with this:

"Some Roses"
6" x 6"
Oil on Gesso Board

Not bad, if I do say so myself. It was fun to paint and made me think that flowers will be a promising subject for further depiction.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Harem or Death

On a nature show I watched about hippopotamuses, a young bull hippo approached an older bull hippo to challenge him for rights to his hippo harem. As they squared off, the viewer was informed that bull hippos are very aggressive and that a fight like this could easily be deadly. In other words, they won't simply be ramming some body part against each until somebody runs off--like, for instance, a bighorn sheep head-butt bout. Instead, these hippos opened their mouths wide and, with their long teeth oriented toward their adversary, jabbed their tusks at each other. Of course, eventually, blood was drawn. And then drawn some more. And some more. The younger bull was prevailing. He was stabbing the older guy relentlessly. But the senior bull couldn't bring himself to leave his harem. He couldn't ever get a good enough strike in to attain some upper hand-type footing. And he couldn't win.

That this is the "natural order of things" notwithstanding, it was heart-wrenching to watch. The old guy kept taking the stabs. And taking them. And taking them. Weakened, he eventually he couldn't run away even if he tried. The younger bull would simply not let up. The old guy finally just lied down in resignation. Alas, in hippodom, you don't allow even a scintilla of hope in your opponent that he may ever stage a comeback. You proceed inexorably, unremittingly, inevitably, and you extract the ultimate price.

The young one killed him.

It got me to thinking: What's the takeaway here? Well what if we try this on for size: If you want something, you not only don't give up, you also don't let up. Sure, perhaps this is only a thought experiment, but that doesn't preclude its possible validity. So just imagine: How would our pursuits, our endeavors, our purported goals, fare if we held to the same principle? Relentless effort to an end. It's an eye-opening attitude--even if I can't knowingly say it's the correct one for us in all our endeavors...but what if it was? I couldn't not marvel at the young bull's fervent determination. He never let up; he never took a break.

Wait what? Take a break? Yeah, what about taking a break? Sorry, not an option. What if you can't take a break and, AND, AND here's the kicker: This approach is the only way that allows you to get what you want. Remember: Rest is nice, but enthusiasm feels even better than rest. And feeling good is what it's all about. How do you like that? The young bull got all the girls. ALL of them.

He emerged victorious from an unwavering, unrelenting, unyielding, (probably) unapologetic, death match.

What can you get if you proceed relentlessly? What spoils "of war" await you?