My head is spinning over all the work I have to do around the house. Being a city kid yard work is not in my vernacular also make no bones about it, hate house cleaning as well. Should have been born a princess with a fleet of maids and gardeners to tend to my needs. My two grand nieces are into this princess thing. Madison, who just turned three is so into the Little Mermaid scene. She calls her grandmother, Ursala which I get a perverse kick out of and her Dad, is Prince Eric. It is so funny how unique, we are right out of the womb. How we can become so homgenized, if we allow ourselves to be as we mature.
The Group of Nine has a show in the Warwick Library coming up in November. Today, checked out the present show down there. The artist is an acquaintance and took the group's concept of painting the town and ran with it. They told us about it and said, they would only do the downtown area. They sure did every nook and cranny plus some of the local landscapes. They are a good artist too boot. Now, the gauntlet is down to be more creative and see the town from a truly unique perspective. As an outsider visiting a town going to need to absorb the flavor and view it on its emotional level rather than just a visual copy of the buildings and landscapes. Think down deep we all try to do that but most of the time just mimic or copy what we see and not absorb the emotional vibe of a place. Always felt that was very important in art to catch the vibe, energy or soul of the subject. My early work tended to be personifications of in animate objects.Think that is why love VanGogh's work because it is so emotionally charged and then other pieces evoke emotions from us in other ways. Heard people fall in love with a piece because it reminded them of something, a place, thing or a feeling. So how to emotionally charge a landscape? Make it come alive using water and pigment...have a lot to ponder tonight...why is the sky blue and more.
I went into "buzzard" mode scouting a painting location and took a drive down to Pine Island/Warwick area. Couldn't believe the huge lakes that were really farms, it was heart breaking. We think the poor farmers and their financial losses but it is also all the man hours, the field workers and the packers.
Tonight someone emailed me this link, of colored slides from the 1939--43 from the Library of Congress. sort of timely with thinking about farmers and stuff.
The misadventures of a plein air painter traveling the Hudson Valley.
