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May 28, 2014
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March 28, 2014
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March 25, 2014
My little studio companion in happier days. I lost my Sammy last May. A day doesn't go by that I don't think of him...or Vincent, or Theo, or China, or Titian, or Frankie...
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March 20, 2014
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March 12, 2014
Oil on museum quality ampersand gessobord panel
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March 8, 2014
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March 5, 2014
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February 11, 2014
This is not going to be a hands-on lesson in proper framing technique. The framing of artwork is a highly personal thing. Some artists like minimal containment and some take a more over-the-top approach. I fall into the later group. I am what you might call a frame fetishist.
I have lived in the Baltimore metro area most of my life and I have walked the hollowed halls of the Baltimore Museum of Art often and often. The Cone collection is a particular favorite of mine. It is renowned for its early 20th century works by Picasso, Braque, Matisse and their followers. When then BMA Director Arnold Lehman and Deputy Director Brenda Richardson, who supervised the 1986 renovation of the museum's Cone Wing, decided to jettison the ornately carved gilt frames put on by Gertrude Stein and the Cone sisters in favor of modern strip frames, thinking that "of course the artists surely meant for them to be presented in a more modern simple frame." The hue and cry was deafening. I was leading the cheer when in 1999 new director Doreen Bolger returned the paintings to their original frames which had mercifully been preserved for such an occasion. I Don't think every work of art should be framed to the extreme. Indeed much of my early work is stripped with lattice or simple aluminum but sometimes an overblown big honking frame is called for.
Here is an example of my penchant for the extreme. We bought this diminutive watercolor by reclusive Smith Island artist Reuben Becker years ago. The charming little painting is just 4" x 4".
Too much, you say? Maybe, but that's the way, uh huh, uh, huh,
I like it.
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February 7, 2014
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January 21, 2014
One of my new year's resolutions is to be better about keeping up with my blog(s). I'm just getting around to this but better late than never. (I'm also trying to lose weight and exercise and you know how that goes.) Today's tip is about surrounding yourself with beautiful things and overcoming the fear of putting holes in your wall. Maybe you don't have that fear at all. My dad instilled it in me when, as a young budding artist, I wanted to tack drawings up in my room. "NO, NO, NO!" he shouted. He said I could use tape but what good is that for paintings? His solution was to hang a 4' x 8' sheet of Upson board on the wall with molly bolts! (So much for not putting holes in his precious wall.) Now I was free to tack up drawings, paintings, invitations and miscellaneous inspirational detritus to my heart's content and I did. As a grown man I have learned that there is nothing you can do to a wall that can't be undone with Spackle or plaster. My house is a testament to that. The Victorians would have been impressed with the sheer volume of art hanging in my house - both mine and others.
Still, we all have something too precious to mar. For me it was my mahogany bar. I have had an antique brass lion plaque stored away for years. It is gorgeous, weighs 25 lbs and is perfect for the end of my bar in the studio. You heard that right - I have a bar in my studio. One that would be the envy of many an Irish Pub, though alas, no Guinness on tap. The end panel of the bar was beautiful in its simplicity yet was crying out for the lion. That meant drilling holes in it to support the weight of the plaque. Spackle might fix plaster but glossy wood is another story. I finally screwed myself up (no pun intended) to do it and I am glad I did.
Moral of the story - Just do it! Hang that art that has been leaning up against the wall, thrown on a shelf or stuck in the basement. Surround yourself with beautiful things. You will feel better for it. The gallery that I worked for years ago had a saying - "One can live as long without art as with it, but not so well." Words to live by.
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January 17, 2014
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November 1, 2013
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October 31, 2013
8" x 8"
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October 17, 2013
The other was Picasso's painting of his lover, Françoise Gilot portrayed as a flower in La Femme-Fleur.
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October 11, 2013
Today's flashback is an early painting from my late eighties "Confetti" series. I was fascinated by fashion in my formative years and had aspirations of becoming a fashion illustrator. This collection of collage-like images, all 40" x 60", flirted with neo-pop and appropriationism. I learned a lot about the portrayal of luscious fabrics, exotic animal skins, rhinestones and beautiful women from this experience. I also learned that I hate lettering! If there is a hell, I'm sure it has a spot in its calligraphy department waiting for me.
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October 7, 2013
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October 1, 2013
Have you noticed how cheaply things are made these days? We had an impromptu cherry pie party last week and I bought some red glass Christmas ornaments to fill pie plates as part of the centerpieces. At least that is what I thought I bought. When I spilled them into the plates, they made an odd sound. They just felt wrong. On closer inspection I first noticed the seam, then the paint on some of them was sort of wrinkled. Gasp, they were made of plastic!! Has it come to this?! Of course they were made in China, as so much is these days, but I paid as much as I used to pay for the hand blown ones from Germany. Are our children and grandchildren never going to know the joy of quality craftsmanship? Alas, I fear it may be so. Not too long ago, I ordered a gross of faceted purple, green and gold Mardi Gras beads from a company I have dealt with for years; the Mardi Gras Annex. The difference in what was delivered this time and the beads I had ordered just 10 years ago was startling. The paint was thin and poorly applied and the beads were badly formed. It is this way with everything! I challenge you to find a new quality potato peeler, can opener or spatula. It is impossible.
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September 30, 2013
6" x 8"
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September 11, 2013
Jonathan Swift said: “He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.” True enough, and I thank him and his bravery, for he paved the way for a life time of enjoyment and fascination with these delicious creatures. Actually, it was my father who introduced me to oysters. Dad worked for the Baltimore Gas and Electric Company and was a Legionnaire as well. It seemed to me growing up that, between September and April, he was always going to some sort of Bull and Oyster Roast. I remember vividly the day he handed me a rough shell with this slimy grey glob and bade me try it. At 10 years of age, I was up to the challenge, but with little guidance I just let it slip down without chewing and the whole culinary experience was lost on me. "Like having a bad cold" was probably my response. At 60, I have bushels under my belt. (Sadly, this is a literal statement.)
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