Oil on museum quality, archival ampersand gessobord™ panel - 5” x 7”
Shiver me timbers! It be September me hearties and that be a month with an Arrrrr. Davy Jones has once again given up some of his treasure from the briny deep. In this case that be the Whale Rock oyster from the Mystic River in Connecticut. Sink me, it's time to splice the mainbrace. Fair winds!
OK, enough with the Captain Jack already! Do we have an accord? (sorry) I was in a funk yesterday and wasn't really in the mood to paint but regrouped later in the day to push around some paint. This piece is little more than a sketch but I like the spontaneity of it. There is something satisfying about scratching your name into wet paint. It is tantamount to carving your name in a tree, perhaps more so. Even the hardiest tree will fall but a work of art will go on. Unless the piece is total dreck, I don't know anyone who throws away art.* It may get passed around or given to the goodwill perhaps, but not thrown in the bin. The world is full of works of art that perchance should be tossed, but like an ugly child, someone will love them. So paint carefully my brothers and sisters. If the world is still around, and you have used good materials, the by product of your creative efforts will be around long after you are gone. There is a reason why they make "student grade" materials - planned obsolescence.
*I went to my 20th high school reunion back in 1990 and ran into a girl with whom I exacted my very first painting transaction. It was a piece I had done in Studio class my senior year of my friend Danny rising from a field of weeds or wildflowers (this was the sixties, baby, and we were letting our freak flag fly.) I was very flattered when this girl (a very attractive girl, I might add. One who I never had the nerve to even talk to) ask if she could buy it. Hitherto, I had not thought about pricing or even selling my work, so her question caught me off guard. "Sure," I stammered, "How about 10 bucks" This was a lot of money in 1969, at least it was to me. She agreed and we made the exchange. When I saw her again at the reunion, I asked about the painting. She informed me that her husband didn't like it and threw it out. Not gave it away, mind you...THREW IT OUT!! So much for my first sale.