m. p i l g r i m (art)

This spring, I’m working on a content-driven still life. The items in this still life have meaning. The clock is one that was in my mother’s art studio as long as I can remember, until she died. I took it then. Before it was in her art studio, it hung in her kitchen in 1955 when she was a new wife.  The picture is of her when she graduate from high school in May of 1955. Oh, my. Were we ever, any of us, that young?  In 1980, Lynn and her husband, my father, went to Italy for their 25th wedding anniversary. It was the trip she had dreamed of.  In some place there, she bought that reproduction of David.   The books are ones that she painstakingly collected - the entire “Time Life” series of old masters. When she died, my father was so grief stricken that he immediately gave them away, despite the fact that I had them marked. Who can think clearly when their wife (their life) of 43 years has just died? Anyway, I found a couple at a local 2ndhand book store, and it so ha...

  Since I have a giant hand-crafted, counter-weight easel in my living room, I really have lots of opportunities to paint now.  I was sick a lot after December 1, though. So I didn’t get much done. here’s what I have:   A small study on canvas paper that I did near Chacala, Mexico.  Sunset was magical there.  Each evening I would hoof it down the beach, and point to the menus, and drink mojitos or margaritas and eating whatever it was I had ordered, which may, or may not, be what I expected. Then I would work my way back up the beach, and do a swim at sunset.  It was AMAZEBALLS. I painted this using a full box French easel.  And then, there was this one.  This is on a medium-sized canvas that I stretched during College Painting 1, and I hated the painting that was on it, so I sanded it and gessoed it and did this one. This is not an original composition. My hubby challenged me to copy a work by another artist, and I answered that challenge. I...