I will apologize in advance, this is going to be a long one. But its also the last of the studio plunder. In no particular order.
It was toward the end of 2003 that we found that we were about to become parents. I will never forget how fast that stick turned blue. All three times.
A few days later, after I regained feeling in my limbs and started to think about it, I became fascinated with all things tiny. Having always been big, small was something new to me. All of my work for the next year became small. Tiny. Miniature.
My work had become an exploration in mini. The largest of the works was about 4 x 6 inches, which felt too large for them at the time. Most of them were about 1 x 2 to 2 x 3 inches. I explored all kinds of subjects. A few in color, most in pen and ink.
I still produce a mini now and then, just cuz. You can make minis any where. On the backs of business cards is one of my favorite places.
The Studio Plunder...A History, Part Ten
It was in 2001 that I painted my very first work in oil. It may be a little graphic for some so it is at the bottom of this post. You get a bit of warning before you scroll down.
I had started to spend much more time practicing my craft and things started to improve. At least I thought so. I was still working in pastels, soft and oil and now in oil paints. The subject matter was all over the place although I still preferred to use women as a main subject, I became fascinated with my pets and architecture.
The following works range from 2001 to 2003-ish. I have realized that I should date my works if I want to remember when they were made. My memory isn't so hot.
Us in Venice. pencil - unfinished
Venice. charcoal and blue chalk - unfinished
Notre Dame, Paris. charcoal - undecided
Precious and Ivy Dog in blue chalk
Precious in red. oil pastel
La Tour Eiffel la nuit. Chalk pastel
Colosseum, Rome. oil pastel
Notre Dame, Paris. oil pastel
My dog Blue. oil pastel
Cindy. soft pastel and graphite
Rhonda. oil pastel
Rhonda. graphite
This was my first painting in oil. It was my version of a painting that hangs in the Musee d'Orsay in Paris.
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