Karen gave me some bulbs of the Susana Lily. It is brown with orange highlights. I used to paint a lot of flowers. I think this is not the same old thing.
Flowers, again
Open Says Me
I am struggling with not being able to open things. Not just jars and tubes of paint. Yet, I find a way. This canvas was painted flat, on a ping pong table, not stretched and upright on an easel. There are not as many drips, and I think the edges are fuzzy, because the paint oozed over the canvas.
Discharge- first measure
Forrest said this painting reminded him of a musical score. He’s working on synth music. This part is about 3 ft. of a 15 ft. canvas. The canvas was made for photo printing. It buckles when it gets any moisture. I’ve enjoyed tussling with the ups and downs of this canvas.
Discharge- has many meanings
This is another painting on a word. It is a way for me to enter an abstract place that is color, lines, and now puckers. This is photo canvas that is 17 1/2″ wide, and comes on a roll. I’ve joined three pieces that are five feet, with duct tape. I don’t have a drone so the first photo is paralaxed. I’m working on an old pingpong table, plus a couple more. Today I was able to walk along and make continuous lines with charcoal. The moisture in the paint affects the pucker. Also, by working flat, the gravity pulls everything. I’m used to letting it pull on the drips when I work vertically. These panels may get a vertical treatment, or
not.
Discharge, like sneeze, fart, static electricity or a bomb.
Parents
Two canvases, a self portrait of us, not all parents.
Not a portrait
Jill took a wonderful photo of Donna and Charlie. That is a portrait. This painting is a remembrance. Thank you, Jill.
All the Birds Are Gone
Donna Livengood, our patron and Gregg’s mom, died on Dec. 20,2022. She was an avid bird watcher all of her life.
Oak Leaves, ala Hockney
The milk carton paper is 25 1/2″ wide, except where there is water damage. So the edges aren’t even. This photo is an approximation of the way David Hockney did some of this photos. Gregg did the Photoshop magic to put them back together again. It is fall and the oak leaves are some of the last to fall, and prettiest colors.
Shards of Students painting
On June 7, I posted a drawing for this painting. I grew up in San Antonio, which is just down the road from Uvalde. There is no way to make sense of mass shootings, which are now the norm. The pink blocks stand for the families of the victims.
more paint on Gingko leaves
Working flat is not my normal way. So the surface is paper, smooth and not textured like canvas. And there are no drips. Gregg got up on a ladder to take this photo, because I’m not done yet. When I am done, we have to find a 10 ft. wall to hang it on for a final photo.
