Photos on a warmish winter afternoon

I take my painting seriously, photography is pure play. I don't pretend to know what I'm doing. I don't expect to get any credit for it. The images draw me, the colors, the shadows and the magic of being able to capture it in an instant. I wonder what will happen to photography in the future. All of my photos are on my computer. Old fashioned photos had negatives and prints. What will we have? I suspect that are going to disappear with electronic waste. A shame and a pity.

Hot and Sweaty Band Practice

I had nothing special in mind when I started. A few strokes of brilliant yellow and it started running away from me. It was band practice. The sounds, the colors, the lights and the feeling that it was vibrating at full tilt.

The Symphony

Got it!

The Symphony

Listen up:

A gentle rain on the roof, a young woman playing the cello on the radio. It was the best part of my day. The brush and the paint did all the work. All I did was follow the rhythm and kept out of the way. The dogs did a good job of sleeping and keeping me company. It all came together. Will the world care? I've come to the realization that it doesn't matter, just doesn't matter at all. The grace and elegance of the music are on that canvas and I loved every second of it.

Whoops! I'm getting an error message. It won't post a picture of the painting.

I scratched Jeff Coons car with my key

Listen up:

Playing with color and line again. Andre complimented the freedom and confidence of the lines. He can be my art critic anytime. The painting is on a 36"x36" canvas and occupies an interesting amount of space. Size does matter. It's bolder because it's big. My object in making this painting is to donate it to the Lawyers for the Arts fund raising art auction next week. I hope everyone will be there to take part and support some of the people who are ready to stand up and defend us if we need it.

"Give Me Color, Give Me Life!"

INVITATION: My artist reception/opening party for my latest exhibit at Montfort's Fine Art Gallery, 41 Church St., Alpharetta, GA 30009. Easy to find, right off Main St. (Hwy. 9) just north of Alpharetta City Hall. Please RSVP -- eyelandone@hotmail.com.
Would love to see you!

Snow in My Heart - Dedicated to Occupy America

SNOW IN MY HEART

I was working on this painting today and wondering where I would take it when I saw the heart and connected it with the snow expected in the northeast and the ache in my heart after watching the video that combined political speeches and police attacking our Occupy America protesters. It couldn't be called anything else except "Snow in My Heart." I dedicate this to Occupy America and the courage of all those who have come out and stood up to the establishment.

Another night, another painting. It was close to midnight when I finally finished. The reds and yellows jumped out at me and warmed the chill night. I just happen to have some gorgeous, red roses in my backyard. And, I recently lost a Rose, my dear sweet,
Aunt Rose. Her gentle voice is in this image.

Dancing in the Street! Two weeks ago GloATL dancers ran through the streets of Castleberry and set the crowd on fire. Their passionate "Liver" was an offspring of street life. The dancers ran, jumped, twisted themselves into torturous knots and kept the crowd chasing after them. I couldn't believe that I was close behind them, running for about four blocks at full speed. It was incredibly emotional. I didn't plan to paint them, but there they are on the canvas, as twisted and as street-wise as they can be.

I haven't been very good about keeping up with my posts -- preparing for a major solo exhibit at Montfort Fine Art Gallery in Alpharetta on Sat., Nov. 5, 6-9 p.m. Then, I'll be doing a Plein Air Abstract Workshop at the gallery the next weekend, Saturday afternoon 2-3:30 p.m. I hope everyone will be able to make it. There will be super hors d'oeuvres and my paintings, of course.

Mysteries unravel when we look closer and find out what really took place. This is a closer view of "If This Were a Dream, I Would Understand What Was Happening."

Taking a closer view, we sometimes see things we might never have noticed. Applies to life and to paintings.

If This Were a Dream I Would Understand What Was Happening

This one seems to pull from the past. Could be that I've been talking to long lost cousins and rediscovering a world of people I thought I'd never see again. It's a wonderful, wonderful feeling. My emotions always show on a canvas. There's nothing I can hide.

Life Is Complicated Today

A new day, a new painting. Somehow, I don't feel as if I've accomplished thing if I haven't made some new art. "Life Is Complicated Today" is about those threads of issues that knot together and make a mess of your day. "If This Were a Dream I Would Understand What Was Happening," is about all those foggy memories that almost come together and then almost don't. You can hang onto a few details, but the rest float away unless you've captured them in a photo or a journal...or if someone from your past materializes and reminds you of what you shared.

Bigger Rivers is on display at the Buckhead Library --- Andre and I have paintings that line the walls. Unfortunately, the librarians took down THREE of Andre's paintings. They wanted "florals," and "bright colors." Of course, we were alerted ahead of time that there could be no nudes -- so we complied. The experience has been something that I could imagine happening in Lake Woebegone. The show, in its edited form, will be up until July 7.

I was just trying to get an art proposal together and found this video I did a few years ago -- Death Takes a Holiday. It's about the trials and tribulations of a screenwriter. Not unfamiliar territory. There is never any room for the writer on set, but we have to be there. Nothing starts without the writer, but that's the name no one remembers. In this version, it's all for the birds -- the writer is an owl who just can't take it anymore.

Unfortunately, the video won't post. I wish I knew how to make it happen -- maybe I'll figure out the problem -- later.