Green Portrait

Go with Green

If you are contemplating painting a portrait, and the white canvas or paper is intimidating, start with a large and bold swath of green. It is such an unlikely color to be the foundation of a portrait. I did a painting for my brother-in-law after he had surgery to remove a brain tumor. The staples on his bald head were astonishing. He asked for a portrait, I took photos, and the canvas mocked me with its whiteness. Smack, Permanent Green light! And it was so shocking that I did the portrait called “Zipperhead”.

On New Years Day, 2012, I was … scared, conflicted, fat, etc. Who was the bozo who thought up Resolutions? I started a self-portrait. I’d been struggling with acrylics, and this was back to my tried and true oil paints. Hookers Green, Indian Red, Golden Ochre, Cadmium Yellow, and Ivory Black. I don’t work with black paint. Someone had said I shouldn’t. Someone else said try a new color, an artists New Year’s Resolution. My hair is dark. I decided to do a self-portrait with black hair and a bit of black humor. The oils drip marvelously. Since I’m new to black, I went easy on it. That helped, but a palette knife full of green smack across the middle really loosened me up. Take this, you smug Resolutions!

I’m enchanted by cadmium yellow dark, whether oil or acrylic. It’s like cattle escaping the stockyard. It is not a polite color. I love it, because it gives me fits. It’s like plants that reseed in your garden, in the WRONG spot. Wrong according to who’s rules? Wearing brown shoes with black pants is wrong, according to WHO?

The Indian Red mixed well with the other colors. Instead of painting my wrinkles, I scratched them into the opaque paint with a skewer.

Don’t be afraid to start a portrait. Slather on a wad of green paint at the beginning of a painting, and you’ll get something unexpected, and not boring. Remember a portrait is about who someone is, not how they look.

Susan Livengood(c)

Happy New Year 2012
Happy New Year 2012

1/5/12

fitting in

I know what the giraffe represents.  Someone who doesn’t fit in.  So some

wise10-25-11guy decides to “fix it”.

Hybrids

I’ve been writing a narrative to apply for an arts fellowship.  It is an excellent way to distill what it is I’m doing, and why they should support me.  I have whittled it down from the pompous verbosity to one word, “Hybrid”.   This only occurs when humanity is messing with nature.  The series started with collages of flowers that were constructed of computer detritus, then painted to look like a flower, corn, or eye.  They led to the “What if?” game.  What if someone decides to genetically modify awkward animals so they would be easier to transport?  I thought of a folding giraffe.  Might try it some day.  This one’s had her markings coopted by a QR code.  Camouflage is meant to confuse.  Markings are used to identify.  What is really going on?Camouflaged Giraffe

Hybrid

I’m thinking about the impact of humanity on nature.  We mess with it thru bioengineering, selective breeding and technological enhancements.  The results are…mixed.  The giraffe has intruded on my mind.  I’ve used a QR code to “improve” the animal.  Today is day one.10-13-11

late summer wild flowers

There are so many shades of purple in our local wild flowers.  Chicory, ironweed and gentian, with a dash of yellow from the goldenrod.  You don’t see this combo in a city.9-5-11

less cardinal

My impression this morning was of a Christmas Chicken, no Cardinal.  When something’s not right, add more paint.8-11-11

more Vision

This puppy’s been hanging around for over a year.  I saw an artist that used smudged fields of white, so I gave it a try.  The lines thru the center of the iris are actual strands of monofilament that I poked thru the canvas.Vision