I think this is self-explanatory. I have been working on this book, on and off, for the last year. It is now, finally, a reality. You can download the book to your reader beginning tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it. And, please, give me some feed back. Download your Kindle book at the following link:
I am also giving a demonstration on Monday evening, November 7, 2016 at 7pm for the North Eastern Wisconsin Watercolor Society, 1875 Riverside Drive, Green Bay. Wisconsin. If you are in town, please join me.
This was the first time I had encountered this model. She held difficult poses as if she had been a statue! She also had the extensive tattoo. I usually don’t have time to paint in any of the tattoos that models carry in on their bodies. I find them an interesting, fun to paint, addition to the work. I have to admit that I am ambivalent about them. I know a woman who has a lot of tattoos and she goes to great lengths to cover them up for work. If you like tattoos, it seems that having to cover them is at cross purposes to acquiring them in the first place. I think it’s the permanence. Not being able to change your mind once it’s done bothers me. Also, in some contexts, tattoos seem inappropriate. A tattooed bride in her wedding dress just seems peculiar. I guess I am just too old to get the current enthusiasm for them.
This little painting has been waiting to be posted for some time. I have been away from home on a road trip vacation and away from my computer for the last two weeks. I don’t like posting anything from my hand-held devices. It’s just too awkward. Besides, when I am on vacation the idea of dealing with writing and posting from tiny devices is just not what I wanted to do. The trip was a thrilling, self-guided tour of national parks: Badlands, Black Hills, Rocky Mountain, Arches, Canyon Lands, Dead Horse, and Great Sand Dunes. We also visited the Garden of the Gods and took the cog railway to the summit of Pike’s Peak. The only word I have for what I saw is, ‘spectacular!’
We also visited the Garden of the Gods and took the cog railway to the summit of Pike’s Peak. As a flat lander, I really felt the altitude. At 8,000 feet I had to move a little slower; at 9,500 feet I felt myself get winded very quickly; at 11,000 feet I accepted my limitations and stayed in the car! At the 14,000+ feet of the Pike’s Peak summit, I became dizzy. So did my friend. We took a few pictures and got back onto the train car. At my age, I can’t risk any falls.
This is the same beautiful woman from three posts ago. She is new to modeling but very motivated. She has been doing her best to provide us with interesting poses. Sometimes I think that maybe unnecessary. The gestures we make during the course of the day are sometimes the most interesting. Things seemingly trivial like putting shoes on; reaching for something up on a shelf; mowing the lawn; or playing ball.
She held this twisting yoga pose for 25 minutes! I don’t think I could even get into this pose anymore. I don’t think I could untwist from this. Even If I could do either, my yogic pretzel would be permanently knotted! My old, geeza* body is not that flexible anymore and I work on flexibility! She has very strong arms because she does very hard physical labor during the day. We are very grateful that she comes after working so hard during the day. When she is not modeling, she has 5 boys to come home to in the evening! What a barrel of monkeys! I have, once again, placed her in the landscape. I have hinted at hostas and fantasy flowers that might flourish in the midwest. It’s all inspired by my surroundings and an invention on my part. It’s not observed but referenced.
I think people like this young woman are the real heroes of this world. They wake up every day and drag themselves out of bed and go to work. Day after day, they work at jobs, mostly mundane, for their families. It’s a sacrifice as ordinary as the rest of us who do exactly same thing. We are the heroes plodding along every day. We make the world function with our work. Hopefully, we make the world a little more bearable for our children. That’s what we hold in common. That’s what transcends our differences. Labor day is for us. The true heroes of the world.
Enough philosophy! I hope you all enjoyed your families and friends last weekend and got to share the fruits of your labors.
*Geezer is the masculine form of geeza.