I see that I have not posted for an entire month. In fact, while I have not been doing any painting for portrait work, just some sketching, I have been busy with other pursuits.
At the beginning of the month we spent a week in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We've traveled there several times, because we crave sunshine during gloomy January, and for the whales in Banderas Bay, for the interesting art galleries and for the food. It is also fine to be able to walk outside without bundling up for the cold or worrying about slipping on ice.
This time we made it a priority to try new places to eat, a little off the beaten path. I found myself falling in love with all sorts of tacos, pork carnitas, fish, barbeque shrimp. All were delicious.
We've been back for a while now , and the sun already feels like it was long ago. I've been busy with mundane things since we returned - replacing my nearly dead iMac and printer, figuring out how to use the new equipment, and purging parts of my wardrobe that no longer fit or are useful.
What follows is a handful of photos from the trip to Mexico. Maybe I can figure out a way to incorporate some of them into paintings.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Thursday, December 29, 2016
8x10 inches, colored pencil on tan notebook paper
I completed this portrait of Nadya, a woman I have never met, but is a fellow member of Julia Kay's Portrait Party, before Christmas. I like it well enough, though I wish I had done a better job of differentiating the dark tones of her shirt from the dark background. I kept layering, and I may have gone one step too far. Still, I think it captures her graceful appearance.
I turn sixty-six today, and am grateful to be relatively healthy and able to pursue my interests, such a local history and my art. I look my age, which is startling every morning when I stand in front of the bathroom mirror to brush my teeth. I have unruly salt and pepper hair, smile and frown lines galore, and a rounder figure than I care to think about very deeply. Still, in my mind, I am more like, say, forty-five. There is a disconnect between how I think of myself, and how I see myself in the mirror, and indeed how younger people treat me. This sort of thing hit home at the annual family get-together at Christmas time. I now am the oldest person in the room, except for my husband and brother-in-law, who only are older by three months. I occupy the position my grandmother once held, a little more dressed up than the younger relatives, a little overwhelmed by overly excited little ones, a little tired and ready to head back home to rest.
I have never liked the timing of my birthday, falling as it does between Christmas and New Year. I always resented it a little when birthday presents came in Christmas wrapping paper, and always had to do with winter clothing. This time of year everyone is busy, and a little over-fed, so a birthday like mine gets little notice. Of course these days people think it's silly for a retired gray haired woman to even pay much attention to birthdays. Nevertheless, I took myself out for an Egg McMuffin this morning, and tonight we're planning to get a nice meal out, possibly featuring a martini. My dear aunt sent me a pretty birthday card (such a rare thing these days), some long time friends and left a happy birthday song on voicemail, and my Facebook friends have been checking in with greetings, so the day has not gone unnoticed.
It's good to find the sunshine wherever you can.
Sunday, December 18, 2016
9x12 inches, colored pencil on tan notebook paper
Edwina, for Julia Kay's Portrait Party
I am not a huge fan of the annual Christmas rush, and also not fond of snow or cold weather, except that winter allows a retreat into my upstairs studio and has given me a chance to work on colored pencil portraits. They seem to be getting more and more detailed, as this one of a woman whose illustrations I have admired for ages, shows. I was almost equally challenged by her soulful face and by all those tiny highlights in her "big furry hat." Sorry, I've been watching Stephen Colbert.
Anyway, what I have discovered in diving into these nearly monochromatic drawings, is that I love the process of developing the image, deepening the dark values, adding the lights that add to an illusion of depth. I feel as if I know the person, though I have never met her in real life.
All these drawings are in a bound sketchbook. Sometimes I put an old mat over the image to see what it might look like framed, but basically I just keep them to look at, trying in each one to develop the process more fully each time.
Why I am staying inside.