Showing posts with label artistic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artistic. Show all posts

Sunday, January 21, 2007

t shirts are fun to make



so I thought I'd crank out a screen with my friend's kayak company logo on it and make myself a new shirt
I'll make some more of these for my friends with whatever colors they want.
There are also some ready-made ready to go shirts at the online store

Sunday, January 14, 2007

a friend's Mexican surf trip

might not seem like art world to some, but it is an expression of living, which I, as an artist am also doing.
Check it out.

http://www.2imagine.net/blogger2007/mexico1.html

Saturday, July 08, 2006

learning to draw, learning to surf

Surfing a new wave is like using a new medium to make a surface. A wave has a general shape that we recognize as being a wave. A mark is also a generally recognizable entity. Both are evidence of some kind of transmission of energy. But, each individual wave is different. Every mark is different. Every mark-making tool is different. The subtle differences have the ability to make well-trained surfers draw pedestrian, unskilled lines, until they commit the necessary time to learn each unique tool.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Corciano light

My first semester in grad school was spent in Corciano, Italy.
The light in September is absolutely INCREDIBLE. I lost my mind and all the intended ideas I had, and just surrendered to it. I had been looking for this for a long time.
I always painted at sunset or sunrise, watching the colors erupt from the earth as the sun hit the redorangepink level.
Low sun inthe snow mountains makes a beatiful effect of "alpenglow". In Corciano, there was a similar effect on objects, but not with winter sun. It was with late summer sun that wrapped around everything it touched.


There were a few olive trees that were different from the others. I could not tell if they were dying, or if they were picked too early, or something else all together. In the rising sun they formed a rudimentary cross. The red wall holds back the earth, atop of which rests a monastary. The gray-purple steel lamp post on the left framed the cypress tree, as if it were half of a composition in an altar piece. (notice the gothic arch shape to the lap post) Olive branch, cross, monastary, gothic arch shaped altar piece. It just had to be painted here, in the former Roman Empire. (could the yellow in the back be Elysian fields?)


We had a windy night, a little while before I saw the monastary cross.




Late in the semester, mid Fall, the light had changed. But, it would still shine brilliantly off the water that lay in the fields. It lay in rows, between plowed mounds, and relected the rose sunset, while the ambient light cooly circled everything else.