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During our trip to Spain, I fell in love with the mudejar horseshoe arches. This particular arch is in the Palacio de la Condesa de Lebrija in Seville. The Palace is an architectural hodgepodge, with mudejar and Renaissance elements and ancient Roman mosaic floors.
This painting has sold, but you may still purchase a fine art print.
One more painting from my Spring trip to Spain. This is Caceres, Extremadura inside the medieval city walls.
This painting has sold, but you can still purchase a fine art print.
The Art Institute of Chicago again, this time from the inside. While my daughter gift shopped, I took a whole series of photographs of the two doors to Michigan Ave. The great doors with their iconic lamps and the people silhouetted in front fascinated me.
Italian Heat is not my first attempt at that painting. It is the second. I made several mistakes with the first painting, most of them having to to with composition. I left too many people from my reference photos in the image, and that took away from the real subject, the biking couple at the end of the street. Having reached the conclusion that the painting was a failure, I played around with photos the spoiled painting before sketching out the second version which ended up in the blog entry below.
That left me with a poor complicated painting with great color but no real focus. So I set the failed painting aside for a while. Then a few weeks later, I got out the mat corners (“L” shaped pieces of mat board used for visual cropping) and singled out the two bicyclists. The result is Florence Bikers.
Looking at the remainder on the contained yet another painting:
Both paintings have sold, but prints are still available. fine art print.
Rather more abstract than I usually go, but I like it. This is a Florence bicycle tour group as seen from the Palazzo Vecchio, Florence, Italy.
For the last four years I’ve been taking pictures of the Oregon State Fair confident that with all those people and colors there must be a good painting in there somewhere. Four years of pictures with images taken from four different photos and I finally have one.
This is a hot summer painting for a cold winter day here in Oregon. It’s been snowing steadily for the last 40 hours or so. Everything is white and cold. But this painting warms me right up.
A portrait of a friend’s clarinet. She can make it sound like candy too.
The Gothic archways surrounding the quads in churches and colleges have always intrigued me. This one happens to be at Christchurch, in Oxford, but it could be one of hundreds in Britain. The ribbed ceilings and the slanting light from the quad are always both beautiful and romantic.
In this painting I exaggerated the contrast poured the colors.
Florence in heat again. This time it’s the beautiful arcade running along the Arno between the Uffzi and the Ponte Vecchio.
Painting can be magic. You get to see new and hidden things. When painting these bottles, I exaggerated the contrast between the various soft gradations of color within the bottles. None of them looked like anything in particular, just abstract shapes to paint. But having painted the shapes I discovered that one of the things I was exaggerating was the magenta bottle’s reflection in the purple bottle.
It’s fun. But it’s not unusual. When painting reflections in metal or glass, I often discover that I have painted more than I can see, and yet the painting is right. I’ve clarified by exaggeration.