Dragonfly

Acrylic on canvas, 24″ x 24″.  It’s hanging on the wall in J’s office, and this was just a quick phone pic so the colors aren’t as vibrant as they are in real life. But you get the point.  This is a big dragonfly.

Dragonfly on abstract patches of color

A scene from someplace that isn’t here

The chicken ambled about the yard in a combination of jerky motions, short flights, and rhythmic, head-bobbing steps. After the second turn about the garden, it paused and fidgeted about in a patch of scrubby grass. As are all real chickens, the ones designed to make food for our dinner plates, this chicken (shall we call her Henny? perhaps Abigail?) was ugly. Her spastic movements did not enhance her dingy white feathers and convoluted, dun-colored waddle. But her eyes were bright, and alert, and this made her worth watching by even the most impassive of viewers.

Henny (or is Abigail?) paused, intently surveying a spot on the ground near her feet. In one quick, stabbing motion, her head darted to the ground and her beak scratched at the loose soil. A moment later she returned to her full upright position, but now with something hanging from her beak. It was a thin chain, with what appeared to be a small locket. This was not a fancy lady’s locket, large and with no doubt a picture or lock of hair from a child or a sweetheart secreted inside. This locket was small, rectangular, unadorned, although perhaps at one time the flat face included some small decoration or initial. It was, in short, a man’s locket and this made its presence — here on the grounds of the famously single-sexed convent of the Order of the Righteous Bookbinderesses — all the more interesting.

Studies

I’ve got a big canvas ready to paint on.  It used to be a painting of a fish eating a fish, but I gessoed over that so I could reuse it (since the whole thing had been sitting lonely in a closet for many years).  But since I can’t really just paint over an oil painting if I don’t like it (apparently, it’s bad news to try to do that, plus in 500 years people would be all “oh my gosh, secret meanings behind this amazing enigmatic painting, looks like the artist painted over some really ugly crap!), I am trying to figure out what I want to do before I just start throwing paint around.

Now that I have a big easel, these little paintings look funny.

After the primaries, it all got muddled

Self portrait

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You can tell this was a quick sketch made from a pic I took on my phone.  The position of the lens on my phone means that in order for me to see the picture while I take it, the shot is taken just a little below my face.   Hence the huge mouth.