Roses & Dahlia 21 x 10 Watercolor on paper
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This is another painting from the
archives (while I finish a larger monotype and some linocuts). I took many photos of my previous kitchen window with objects lined up in front of the glass in the sun, throwing shadows across the white tiles. I still have a pile of snapshots to explore in paint and printmaking from those image files, but at the moment, I'm more focused on figures and interiors for Spring shows. Still, it's nice to have this familiar subject to return to in nostalgic moments of reflection about that particular chapter of my life. That's one of the sweet tokens about using your own photos for art making; each one is a journal of that time in your life, so there's a double sweetness in creating the painting - in the art-making process itself, and in pondering the memories the reference photo ignites for us.
Thanks to everyone who left comments, sent emails and tweeted responses in
my last post about whether I should tackle the image I used in the watercolor
Blanket Warmer as a silk aquatint in a larger format. The encouragement was amazingly positive and so enthused, I'm really grateful for all your shout-outs to Go For It! You nice peeps make blogging better than ice cream. :)
Art Quote
The true significance of Painting is one of the most pleasing discoveries which an American of sensibility and good powers of observation makes when sojourning in one of the old cities of Europe. He may have enjoyed pictures casually at home, and perhaps acquainted himself with the traits and the triumphs of eminent artists and schools, but it is only when he grows familiar with the best collections, in the permanent galleries abroad, that he distinctly feels what scope and interest belongs to pictorial art as a specific development of humanity - an illustration of history - a record of faith; at Rome and Madrid Paris and Florence, it is upon canvas that he reads the most vivid ideas, sentiments, and skill of bygone generations. Art comes home to his perceptions as a language wherein is expressed; the love of beauty, the struggle with fate, the power, puerility, hope, fear, trust and triumph of his race. Reason as he may subsequently of the comparative merits of the "old masters," modified as may become his taste by the study of recent painters, - this impression remains, that the executive perfection, the characteristic style, and the beautiful earnestness of pictorial art, three hundred years ago, was and is one of the most remarkable aesthetic phenomena, as well as one of the most interesting historical facts in human history. A "Painter" in the fifteenth century meant something more than a clever draughtsman, an apt imitator, or a pleasant diletante: the vocation was intimately allied with Religion, with Government, and with Society in the highest phase and form. It was pursued with a zeal, honored with a consideration, and illustrated by a class of men, which apart from its trophies, indicates that no profession achieved nobler estimation or influence. The lives and works of its votaries suggest a not less remarkable individuality and elevation; the biography of no Prince or Pope, Warrior or Poet conveys the idea of more select intelligence or concentrated and consecrated feeling, thought, life, and renown, than that of the greatest of the "old masters." That title presupposes not only a remarkable facility and power in the technicalities of art, but certain rich and rare endowments - poetical sympathies, philosophical insight, rectitude, aspiration, a hearty courtesy, faith in God and immortality, self devotion, self reliance, self respect - graces and grandeur of soul. Not that the painter then, any more than now, was free from human error, nor that his record is devoid of low and cruel traits - jealousy, sensuality, and egotistic hardihood; but at the period when painting achieved its highest results, the ideal of the painter's character was venerable, tender, exalted; and the very names of Michel Angelo, Raphael, and Correggio are fragrant with the best gifts and graces of humanity; of which the grand and beautiful elements of their pictures were the legitimate offspring and evidence. To draw accurately and give expression - individual and absolute, through lines, contours, and light and shade, and to enhance such effects by that wonderful faculty called "a feeling for color" - were but the artistic equipment; the soul, the mind, the life irradiated and hallowed the fruits thereof, and make it today marvelous, dear, and sacred.
Book of the Artists; American Artist Life, by Henry Theodore Tuckerman 1867