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Lacking inspiration, I went to the mall to sketch mannequins. Deathless art? No. But fun. All drawing freehand on my iPad Pro using the Sketch Club app. #digitalart #ipadart #artapp #sketchclubapp
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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! “Star of wonder, star of light
Star with royal, beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light“ Author: John H. Hopkins (1857) lyric from the hymn We Three Kings of Orient Are. #christmas #christmasstar #digitalart #ipadart #sketchclubapp For years and years, perhaps centuries, a large painted crucifix in Florence, Italy, lay in a storage room, neglected, unnoticed, covered with candle smoke and dirt. I don't know how it finally came to be noticed. But in 2010, after a painstaking, meticulous 7-year restoration process, the crucifix returned to its original location, the Church of Ognissanti (All Saints), for all to see in its beautiful splendor. For the restorers had uncovered a masterpiece by Giotto (1267-1337), the most important artist of the proto-Renaissance, that time of transition between medieval and Renaissance art. In 1550, over 200 years after Giotto's death, Giorgio Vasari (1511-1574), in his "Lives of the Most Excellent Painters, Sculptors and Architects," gave him the title "Father of Painting." While we with our modern eyes may see his paintings as somewhat abstracted, he brought a tender humanity to his work that had been missing in the more severe medieval and Byzantine styles. We can scarcely imagine what a breath of fresh air his works truly were. And it makes me wonder: is there a part of myself hidden away, neglected, a part of me that needs to be brought out into the light of day and carefully restored? Perhaps a question for us all to ponder Photo shot with my iPhone 12 Pro Max and edited in several apps, including Camera+ and Distressed FX. #ognissanti #Giotto #Renaissance #protorenaissance #crucifix
Ars longa, vita brevis?
Here I offer two of my recent just-for-fun sketches. Both drawn on my iPad Pro, Apple Pencil in hand, using the Sketch Club app. The one on the left is a fantasy Selfie, done in response to a challenge to draw a Silly Hat. I based the one on the right, titled Vero as a Clown, on a photo reference. And I had fun with both sketches. At the age of 69, I have serenely accepted the fact that I will never be a Name. In contradiction to what they taught us in Art School, this is okay. Some of the digital works that I have posted here and there — on my website, on social media, etc. will float around the internet for a time, then disappear sooner or later. My physical works will end up in the dumpster eventually. How many pieces of paper, let alone paintings, will my sons want to hold on to? How many will my grandchildren want when my sons are gone? Their children? Who among us remembers the Great Artists of history? Westerners probably recognize the names Michelangelo and Leonardo. Ninja Turtle fans know the names Donatello and Raphael but most of them wouldn’t recognize either artist’s work. Oh, but let’s go back 2,000 years! Do you remember the sculptors Pheidias, Skopas, Praxiteles, Lysippos? The painters Apelles of Kos, Apollodorus Skiagraphos? The vase painters Exekias, Euphronios? All enjoyed glory, fortune, fame. Today only people who have studied, at least in passing, the Arts of Ancient Greece recognize any of their names. Some ancient sculptures remain; many more have been lost, the marble shattered, the bronzes melted down to make weapons, armor, doors. Some pottery survives, most not. Paintings were the most fragile of all, although a few frescos still exist. Where will all these surviving works be in another 2,000 years? Ars longa, vita brevis? Both are brief; blink your eyes, both have disappeared. #sketchclubapp #digitalart #digiitalartist Between the coffee shop and the grocery store, a piece of undeveloped property stayed neglected for years. Each Spring, the wildflowers came. If we had a wet late Summer into Fall, the flowers bloomed in profusion. If drought, they came sparsely, but still a few would persist. The city has rules, even for undeveloped commercial property. The mowers would arrive. The flowers always grew back, just not as many. A month later, the mowers would return. Flowers would still bloom, but not as many. Again the mowers. Finally the heat of summer would take most of the flowers out anyway. The place I get my coffee has been at least 5 different coffee shops in the last 15 years, some more successful than others. The current owners have enjoyed much more success than any of the others ever did. For 15 years, I've gone to whatever coffee shop had the space. For 15 years, I have taken flower pictures there in the field. I have taken many, many sunset pictures from there too. Then CovidCovid hit, and then shutdowns, but the coffee shop offered drive-through and curbside. I would sit under the tree nearest the coffee shop, gaze at the field, drink my cappuccino, listen to music, think, pray. Enjoy my quiet time. But, the field had a lot of trash. A LOT. That trash disturbed my serenity. So, I would take a little grocery bag, put on gloves, and pick up trash until the bag was full. Then, toss it into into the dumpster. The next day, I would do it again. After awhile, I had room left in the bag to pick up some parking lot trash too, on my way to the dumpster. Eventually, I had the field so cleaned up, I just picked up parking lot trash. Eureka! I noticed, If I picked up trash in the parking lot, it didn't blow into the field. I think I've averaged 4 or 5 days a week of picking up trash for about three years now. Usually takes about an hour or less. It's not that the parking lot was always full to the brim with trash. Not at all. But, most days I could fill up one grocery store bag, toss it in the dumpster, then sit under the tree with serenity, enjoying the trash-free field. So don't be putting a halo on my head. After all I did it more for myself than for anyone else! But, all good things must come to an endI get it. The owners have to pay taxes on the property whether or not it brings them income. The city finally okayed their permits. I met the owner a few months ago. He said "Thank you for all you do here!" I thanked him as well. I knew the development was coming. I told him how much the wildflowers meant to me. And, I noticed this time around, the field went unmowed for a longer stretch than usual. I wonder if he decided, "Let's wait for the letter from the city and THEN mow." I like to think, he let me have the wildflowers just a bit longer, one more month before everything would change. The bulldozers arrived. Fencing around the tree I always sit under. I'm happy the tree will at least remain.. Most of the other trees will be gone. Fill will be trucked in -- a LOT of fill. Then, as at the song says, "See a lovely spot, put up a parking lot." And then, three new little strip centers. I cried a little, that first day I couldn't sit under the tree. That nondescript, undeveloped field had come to mean the world to me. But I haven't only shed those few tears. I've also prayed "Thank you God for the time you gave me this field." Assignment: find a new spotI don't think I'll be able to reproduce what I had in that special spot. But, I'm praying for another spot, one special in its own way. Due to continuing development, every place around here has become way too carefully landscaped. But, I have hope.. Shout out to the baristasDuring the shut downs, I ordered my coffee online for pickup. At a certain point, the baristas started just bringing it to me under the tree. They were so sweet, so kind. If they had time, we would chat for just a minute or two before they had to hurry back. Shut downs have been over for awhile now. I'm vaccinated. So, I go in and order, then I've taken my coffee to the tree. The baristas have continued to be very kind and sweet. I wonder if they see me as an adorably eccentric gray haired lady, always wearing a hat with a brim, the lady who keeps the parking lot picked up? I am very fond of them all, the ones who have moved on to other jobs, the ones there now. Coda: A flower, guarding the field at sunsetGoodbye to the flowers, the butterflies, the bees, the sunsets. So happy for the time we had. Thanks for the memories.
Still experimenting with selfies. I can explore portraiture without worrying about pleasing a client. This freedom really opens up creative possibilities. I explore different palettes, textures, effects. It's not about trying to make myself look conventionally attractive. Female beauty is a cultural construct, as we can easily learn from art history. Here are a few recent examples, all shot with my iPhone 12 Pro Max. Edited in some or all of the following apps: Tintype, Hipstamatic, Camera+, Carbon, Distressed FX, Instagram. #iphonography
I delete many more photos than I keep, and I print much fewer than I keep uploaded to my computer. Here are a few photos, one recent, others from past years, that received much more positive feedback than I ever expected. So often, we aren't the best judges of our own work.We have no way to know how many great works of art have been lost through the centuries, some to natural disaster, some to war, bronzes melted down to make armaments, paintings ripped up for oil rags, marble sculptures broken to use for building materials, wooden sculptures and works on paper burned for warmth In times of need. Pragmatic people will use what is at hand. Most heartbreaking: those lost or damaged in wartime. We can sympathize with people using materials they genuinely need. But the sheer waste of war, the uselessness of it? As the song goes, "War -- what is it good for? Absolutely nothing!" The three works below were all damaged in what has been called the Flakturm Friedrichshain Fire. Flakturm: a large, above-ground, anti-aircraft tower. Tragically, a treasure-trove of masterpieces had been stored there for their protection. Instead, over 400 paintings and about 300 sculptures from the Kaiser-Friedrich-Museum in Berlin, now the Bode Museum, were lost to either looting or to the fires. How did the fires break out? The Germans blamed the Russians, the Russians blamed the Germans. Whoever knew, they are undoubtably gone today. The Soviets confiscated many surviving artworks, even those severely damaged. The three works below, damaged in that fire, are beautiful even in their brokenness, reminding us of our own fragility, how fleeting our lives truly are. Portrait of a Young Girl, attributed to Mino da Fiesole (c. 1429-1484)On the left, the sculpture as it appears today. On the right, a plaster cast, in the collection of the Victoria and Albert Museum, done before the original was damaged. The broken sculpture is part of a joint restoration project of the Pushkin State Museum of Fine Arts in Moscow and the Bode Museum in Berlin. The Friedrichshain Madonna, c. 1450, terracotta, by Luca della Robbia (c. 1399/1400-1482)Despite the smoke damage and its fragmented state, I find such a touching sweetness in this work, currently part of the restoration project. Kneeling Angel, by Giambattista di Alberto Bregno (1482-1520)Rather than being part of the reconstruction project, this work is on display at the Bode Museum in Berlin. Originally the hands were clasped in prayer. For more information about the works lost in that terrible fire, see: https://www.nga.gov/research/library/imagecollections/features/kaiser-friedrich.html For more information about the joint restoration project of the Bode Museum and the Pushkin, see: https://www.museumconservation.ru/?lang=en #arthistory Most people want photos of themselves to be as flattering as possible. Boudoir photography might be the premiere example of our time. It's understandable -- but frustrating for the artist who would rather explore creating portraits that are interesting, unusual, quirky. One ready solution: selfies. I'm available -- after all, everywhere I go, there I am. And I don't have to worry about presenting myself in a conventionally flattering manner -- no need to please a family member, friend or client. So, here are some photos I have done in the last few months, going for more drama, expressiveness, experimenting with lighting, color and textural effects. All shot with my iPhone 12 Pro Max and edited in multiple apps. My favorite editing apps include Camera+2, Hipstamatic, Carbon, Instagram, and Photos. Here are a few examples. Click to see full image. I do sometimes attempt something a little more "flattering." Here are two:
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