tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45651795301476495492024-03-13T13:59:05.619-04:00Art By-Products100 Percent Quality Art and Art By-Products Since 2008.Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.comBlogger4119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-34614764860509862412021-02-25T06:06:00.000-05:002021-02-25T06:06:34.858-05:00Blue China<p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUY9aCbYklg/YDeCAd1zwuI/AAAAAAAARU8/5kpegU0d8Hg1287sd15oX2k9Zt4KZ2f9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s527/blue%2Btoile%2Bworked%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="527" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUY9aCbYklg/YDeCAd1zwuI/AAAAAAAARU8/5kpegU0d8Hg1287sd15oX2k9Zt4KZ2f9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/blue%2Btoile%2Bworked%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I have not forgotten you my Bloggin' Friends! It's just that my mother's personal life resembles that of a mid-twentieth-century movie star that I am having fun just writing about it. As for my own images, my life resembles that of a fifth-century Christian hermit making up theology in the desert. Who would you want to read about, sunglasses, kerchief, and all? If I want to publish this memoir of Mama I'll have to edit it carefully. These blue designs are inspired by old-fashioned crockery that would be your "ordinary" dishes. I so rarely make a circular design it's nice to try it out again. Grandma, may I have another piece of apple pie?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Markers and ink on sketchbook page, 8" x 7", February 2021.</span></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-44605639092509121392021-02-20T03:57:00.002-05:002021-02-20T03:57:45.540-05:00Winter in Virginia<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqdfJmLvGuw/YDDLGxcRF3I/AAAAAAAARUg/i914Mo8z7FMRy9sWv8CyOIIyOIpotfMGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s507/winter%2Bmix%2B1a%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="438" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqdfJmLvGuw/YDDLGxcRF3I/AAAAAAAARUg/i914Mo8z7FMRy9sWv8CyOIIyOIpotfMGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/winter%2Bmix%2B1a%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">And here is Virginia in the dead of Winter, lots of date stamps and nothing to gain. These are realistic colors, there is always some bushy red or chrome green thing even in the most monochrome scene.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Photoshop with markers on sketchbook page, 8" x 9", February 2021.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-39127214320726184002021-02-14T05:13:00.000-05:002021-02-14T05:13:04.305-05:00Date Stamp 13: Dead of Winter<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBG_qg_QIYA/YCj1b8zTjKI/AAAAAAAARUQ/h2zFrwra8mY1wJRw9fRxBfx4J7HmLHABQCLcBGAsYHQ/s820/feb%2B13%2B2021%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="820" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBG_qg_QIYA/YCj1b8zTjKI/AAAAAAAARUQ/h2zFrwra8mY1wJRw9fRxBfx4J7HmLHABQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/feb%2B13%2B2021%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Get de-worded and eat something warm and vegg for this low point, this Feb-dead of winter, where I keep my Doodles in almost monochrome. Squirrels and foxes are hiding in their lairs and I am hiding in my dusty dust-cupboard, wondering whether I will ever get back to sipping at a cafe. Seems like the night lasts forever.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Watercolor markers on sketchbook journal page, 8 1/2" x 3", February 14, 2014.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-39188503532639253102021-02-11T03:22:00.000-05:002021-02-11T03:22:23.451-05:00I want it to be over<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--K7yG51kbF0/YCTliDIUtmI/AAAAAAAARUE/EA86TVjzvGUnAujUKJpo4JYBw0f6fNigQCLcBGAsYHQ/s524/want%2Bit%2Bto%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="524" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--K7yG51kbF0/YCTliDIUtmI/AAAAAAAARUE/EA86TVjzvGUnAujUKJpo4JYBw0f6fNigQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/want%2Bit%2Bto%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The whole world feels this way, including you. and all of us are living in privilege. I might as well do a little blog action to show that I have not abandoned the By-Product. Just think, in spring these magnolia leaves will be hosting big fragrant white flowers the size of crock pots. And maybe even I will actually cook something edible. Meanwhile I left some verbiage on the date stamp before I go fill myself with tasty but hostile substances like whole wheat cookie biscuits, fudge, and mini-candy bars to distract myself from the world. Well there's a little bit of real apple somewhere too, it can't always be my enemy. I wield the Apple Peeler!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen and markers on sketchbook page, 3 1/2" x 2 1/2" (size of a credit card), February</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">2021.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-73554063315806338042021-02-04T04:48:00.001-05:002021-02-04T04:48:44.186-05:00Not So Much Hiatus for the By-Product; "Groundless" shows up and sees his shadow<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C2wJh8lVto/YBu_8jKAZ8I/AAAAAAAART0/RUvehcZfDwQ1BI-os9hN6TwqKfIWHcC_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s814/Groundless%2B2021%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="814" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C2wJh8lVto/YBu_8jKAZ8I/AAAAAAAART0/RUvehcZfDwQ1BI-os9hN6TwqKfIWHcC_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Groundless%2B2021%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I stayed up well past even my usual ridiculous hour of going to bed so that I could see the ceremonial presentation of "Punxsatawney Pete," the weather-predicting groundhog of Pennsylvania. Other than his pseudo-Masonic handlers, Pete was sent to social-distancing and the cuteness was by remote control. I enjoyed the "Pennsylvania Polka." Well here's "Groundless" with his message to the world. Stay cold, vaccinators!</span></div></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-68606607997861179792021-02-01T02:42:00.000-05:002021-02-01T02:42:35.440-05:00Esther Geller: Galleries in the War Years<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYSi7EER2pY/YBet5xN5X7I/AAAAAAAARTM/KJjS_b6aQ2onf0nMx4lAnFjraxVF_dMTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Folk%2BDance%2B4%2Bx%2B3%2Bworked%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYSi7EER2pY/YBet5xN5X7I/AAAAAAAARTM/KJjS_b6aQ2onf0nMx4lAnFjraxVF_dMTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Folk%2BDance%2B4%2Bx%2B3%2Bworked%2Bcopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">"Folk Dance" (Encaustic, mid - 40s) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">No artist succeeds alone, by him-or-herself. They always have someone whose contacts and networks give them an opportunity to advance. This is true for Esther as well. In the mid-thirties she worked in the ancient textiles and antiquarian department of the Boston Museum and this connected her with many antiques, arts, and crafts specialists, including the renowned Boris Mirski Gallery on Boston’s art-centered Newbury Street. In the mid- 40s and later, Esther pieces were shown there.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Another Esther helper was very practical: Harold Shapero, who had carpentry skills, helped her assemble frames and reinforced hardboards for the larger encaustic pieces. You can still see their handwork on the back of the big panels, as well as Boris Mirski’s elegant ancient Greek adhesive design identifying the piece.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">But the most important thing in Esther’s early career, besides the fundamentals of art-making, encaustic, and studio techniques, was the art colony culture that she entered in the 1940s, at the “MacDowell Colony” (now called just “MacDowell”), and elsewhere, which gave her great networking opportunities as well as lifelong friends.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LB6_-hB-Y4Q/YBevebXupcI/AAAAAAAARTY/_w_fCSyTKjcQyYOR8NcANC5W1-0S_fwfACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/EstaGlam%2Bworked%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1408" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LB6_-hB-Y4Q/YBevebXupcI/AAAAAAAARTY/_w_fCSyTKjcQyYOR8NcANC5W1-0S_fwfACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/EstaGlam%2Bworked%2Bcopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Publicity photo of Esther, mid 1940s. You can see some of the folk and antiquarian pieces which were featured in the Boris Mirski gallery. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black beret...Vive la Resistance!</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p> </p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-22338209187489668352021-01-30T05:38:00.000-05:002021-01-30T05:38:14.621-05:00Gardendoodle 1<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m44MgCemUSI/YBU0XUk-qcI/AAAAAAAARTA/7XIh5gIfRM0MIRbK0-snGUFV3dxl6uKwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s560/gardendoodle%2B1%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="397" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m44MgCemUSI/YBU0XUk-qcI/AAAAAAAARTA/7XIh5gIfRM0MIRbK0-snGUFV3dxl6uKwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/gardendoodle%2B1%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Join the "Ivy League" with my little page accent for Plantworld 2021! Drapery and a rag do the job of making things greenish. There's an infinite amount of gardening to be done in all those other universes. In fact, there's one exactly like yours, you just don't know where it is nor could you reach it if you tried. But don't worry, a devoted green alien is watering it for you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen and marker on journal page, 2 1/2" x 3 1/2", January 30, 2021.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-83379955673644542782021-01-29T04:46:00.000-05:002021-01-29T04:46:16.571-05:00Sam, the Jedi Baby 1985<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkbiQYS1uUU/YBPVtg7FgxI/AAAAAAAARS0/GiZ1EwzYntUefDE1r1WS6pFPVbpNDrFCACLcBGAsYHQ/s564/Sam%2BJedi%2BBaby%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkbiQYS1uUU/YBPVtg7FgxI/AAAAAAAARS0/GiZ1EwzYntUefDE1r1WS6pFPVbpNDrFCACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Sam%2BJedi%2BBaby%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sam's mother was a huge STAR WARS fan and probably still is. Here is the Jedi Baby in his overalls and hood, sitting on his mother's lap gathering enough Force to trust. What, don't Jedi Knights wear little striped socks? Sure they do. His baby fingers move in hidden ways. Only 6 months old and he knows how to work the Force.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I think that Blogger is working today. Why don't they just make up their minds and either get it going right or scrap it for something else, or I should scrap my stuff instead, if the pandemic logistics weren't too horrible to contemplate. It tempts me to use Bad Language but we don't do that at the By-Product.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 7", January 15, 1985.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-72421307905472413252021-01-28T04:26:00.000-05:002021-01-28T04:26:23.228-05:00Leafy Border 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vRseQNrBT8/YBJ9PTVAwfI/AAAAAAAARSo/Tn7FakgAOgwqjL3uNLMmdyBogAHG4qW6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s704/leafy%2Bborder%2B2%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="315" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vRseQNrBT8/YBJ9PTVAwfI/AAAAAAAARSo/Tn7FakgAOgwqjL3uNLMmdyBogAHG4qW6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/leafy%2Bborder%2B2%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I've been in domestic urban captivity for about 8 months now and I must admit I am getting weary. Yeah, that's the word. There must be many people just like me. I go out only to get food and supplies, I haven't ordered delivery because I am from another era where this is not done, and no one delivers stuff at 4 AM.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I've faithfully posted to the By-Product all through this dreary era in my life, and I'm working on my biographical project about my mother and her life and work, but both of these are based on Blogger, the blogging software you see now. I may have to put things on hold in order to continue. I also have to save my blog archive (which must be huge by now) because it is a masterpiece of western culture. (NOT)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I managed to retrieve the address for this posting from Facebook. I need to try another operating system, Firefox. What happens when your computer fails due to obsolescence while maintaining social distance rules? Why didn't I learn this stuff when I was a kid? Because there wasn't any of "that stuff" going on when I was a kid. I stuck with comic books and classic TV shows.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I better stop now. The leafy border above is in the "wine decoration" style and I sure wish I had some wine right now but I don't, so if you don't see the By-Product please excuse my technical difficulties.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen and marker on sketchbook journal page, 4 1/2" x 6 1/2", January 27, 2021.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-36437392302518930762021-01-27T05:15:00.000-05:002021-01-27T05:15:14.774-05:00More Sam<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYv9l58YQjw/YBE631abSAI/AAAAAAAARSc/B-5DAgI-s5giheC62an5NlTzGAywYGz-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s563/More%2BSam%2B12-84%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="395" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYv9l58YQjw/YBE631abSAI/AAAAAAAARSc/B-5DAgI-s5giheC62an5NlTzGAywYGz-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/More%2BSam%2B12-84%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In these sketches, "Alien Basketball-Head Sam" is already a growing boy at five months. I pushed him through the streets of Cambridge in a stroller. I was his Auntie as he grew older. If he were your son, you'd do the same. I'd rather be an aunt than a mother, but since I can't be an aunt (no siblings) I'll be fine by being someone else's family memory.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pens on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 7 1/2", December 22, 1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-22244338285801023602021-01-26T06:07:00.000-05:002021-01-26T06:07:04.379-05:00Steve Client Sketch 1984<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SmHHmqt9i0/YA_0pXqTFVI/AAAAAAAARSQ/innSsU8vV70kiY5IAWbxao304Br92ABwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s489/Steven%2BBach%2Bportrait%2B84%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="455" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SmHHmqt9i0/YA_0pXqTFVI/AAAAAAAARSQ/innSsU8vV70kiY5IAWbxao304Br92ABwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Steven%2BBach%2Bportrait%2B84%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I made a few non-fantasy dollars at conventions drawing portraits. These were usually miniatures used as portrait ID's. If there was time, I would sit my client down and do a sketch like this one and then work it into a color portrait when I got home. Given the date of this picture it's likely that I drew him from life. The portraits had the wearer's name ("Steve") and were about the size of a credit card, though I only took cash.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 5", November 1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-26204469574753155272021-01-25T04:36:00.003-05:002021-01-25T04:36:58.359-05:00Leafy Border<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9FLhsVcCXU/YA6ODU04t1I/AAAAAAAARSE/oTVcHtRyB0wtvlFKssgdp8hQCfFHIe-WwCLcBGAsYHQ/s788/Unberwear%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="282" data-original-width="788" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9FLhsVcCXU/YA6ODU04t1I/AAAAAAAARSE/oTVcHtRyB0wtvlFKssgdp8hQCfFHIe-WwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Unberwear%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This 2021 plant-image border is properly "de-worded" for public consumption. I am still having technical difficulties here, simple operations are taking long minutes and I may have to resort to another operating system. This slowdown is frustrating. Meanwhile I am working on my mother's "biography." She sure did paint a lot!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tech pens on sketchbook page, 8" x 3", January 23, 2021.</span></div></div></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-75499202458851818462021-01-24T05:32:00.000-05:002021-01-24T05:32:05.312-05:00Esther Geller 1940s: Root People<p> <span style="font-family: arial;">By 1939 Esther Geller was engaged to a military gentlemen named Chester Susskind. In 1940, Chester went off to war...and never came back...or so they thought. There were plenty of admirers and studio parties left in the Boston area. Harold Shapero had been declared unfit for military service ("4F") due to emotional instability. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Meanwhile, Esther was not just having fun at the Museum School. She was a member of an elite group under the direction of Karl Zerbe, a German immigrant who was bringing back the thousands-year-old painting medium of encaustic. This medium had been used in memorial portraits due to its durability. Encaustic is pure pigment mixed with beeswax strengthened with natural resin. Zerbe used this highly technical means to create paintings with gloomy ethnic and surrealistic themes, influenced by the horrors of war. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Esther continued to paint in encaustic and refine her work in the early 40s. She created floating waves and humanoid creatures whose limbs seemed made out of tangles or sheaves of plant roots. I call them her "Root People" and there are dozens and dozens of them, including watercolors as well. Zerbe's encaustics inspired black shadows and eerie moods which Esther would soon transcend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Meanwhile, Harold, who graduated from Harvard in 1941, still was friendly with Esther. He wrote some of his best music when he was still at Harvard, such as his "Sonata for Piano Four Hands," or his "String Quartet." Esther painted Root People up until the mid-1940s.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLnOdL2GLEM/YA1LmbV0IGI/AAAAAAAARRo/wuHlUB4XQvkzDcOlvk5CnkqdezusIWvZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1048/Dancing%2BFamily%2Bsmaller%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1048" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLnOdL2GLEM/YA1LmbV0IGI/AAAAAAAARRo/wuHlUB4XQvkzDcOlvk5CnkqdezusIWvZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Dancing%2BFamily%2Bsmaller%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">"Dancing Family," encaustic, early 1940s</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-22648098747308252562021-01-23T04:31:00.001-05:002021-01-23T04:31:58.226-05:00Robert Himmelsbach at DarkoverCon 1984<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0SCNH5qqy4/YAvnyGv6I6I/AAAAAAAARRc/7G4Dlf25MjALCa1xcFD2xpO3agNOrEexQCLcBGAsYHQ/s601/Himmelsbach%2Bweb%2B11-1984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0SCNH5qqy4/YAvnyGv6I6I/AAAAAAAARRc/7G4Dlf25MjALCa1xcFD2xpO3agNOrEexQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Himmelsbach%2Bweb%2B11-1984.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Robert Himmelsbach, master costumer and craftsman, has been my good friend in fandom for decades. He was a stalwart supporter of the Darkover mythos and its creator Marion Zimmer Bradley. I've designed costumes for him and he has collected many art pieces from me as well as posed as a (clothed) portrait model. Here he is at one of our best historical Darkovercons, slightly dressed up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The usual art tools, the usual art size 5" x 8". I would have loved to do a graphic novel version of a Darkover piece, but Marion strictly rejected it. "I HATE COMIC BOOKS!" she yowled. Probably copyright issues as well.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-35179359636679438502021-01-22T04:48:00.000-05:002021-01-22T04:48:47.373-05:00The Goblet Club<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZv7SOwLng/YAqZZ8eIsdI/AAAAAAAARRI/Ahr-IY9xA4AjoJtGBzKEdCV9cGCx9G4LgCLcBGAsYHQ/s472/Scotch%2Band%2BGoblet%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="471" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZv7SOwLng/YAqZZ8eIsdI/AAAAAAAARRI/Ahr-IY9xA4AjoJtGBzKEdCV9cGCx9G4LgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Scotch%2Band%2BGoblet%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Those of us who were old enough to drink alcohol at conventions held Scotch sipping parties (called "Quiet Gatherings") where we brought out our fancy drinkware. This is the silver-plated goblet I learned to drink Scotch from, when I was living in an artists' colony in Rome. The bottle is a single malt, which we artists couldn't afford. Our little sip meetings were called the "Goblet Club." This was almost 50 years ago. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I still have my 1971 goblet, as seen here, but I can't drink from it. During the Virginia earthquake of August 2011, it fell to the floor and a big crack opened down one side. At least that's what I think happened. I keep it as a memory.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen, 5" x 5", November 1984.</span></div></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-48187818201943730102021-01-21T05:28:00.003-05:002021-01-21T05:28:56.519-05:00Knitter at DarkoverCon<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_gs7KTtj4/YAlTuCZtrLI/AAAAAAAARQ8/netX2S6mVwUvNxG9RChHlCicsDuBBsWWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s561/DK84%2Bknitter%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="397" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_gs7KTtj4/YAlTuCZtrLI/AAAAAAAARQ8/netX2S6mVwUvNxG9RChHlCicsDuBBsWWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DK84%2Bknitter%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The fantasy, sci- fi, and medieval fan communities are almost the same when it comes to taste, culture, and pastimes. Almost all the fans I have met do something "crafty" such as needlework, wood carving, knitting and crocheting, beadwork, or brewing. I stick with sketching my fellow fans at conventions. This tranquil lady is knitting a patterned sweater. I have many lovely pieces created by my friends and fellow fans just for friendship.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 4 1/2" x 6 1/2", November 24, 1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-37337717298587051632021-01-20T05:30:00.001-05:002021-01-20T05:30:27.906-05:00Potted Plant Border<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9opFSbjXCsg/YAgCV2ubVZI/AAAAAAAARQw/jJpUmLwXuK8q64AaRGnhPREXvvTh_sGNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s539/potted%2Bplants%2Bborder%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="412" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9opFSbjXCsg/YAgCV2ubVZI/AAAAAAAARQw/jJpUmLwXuK8q64AaRGnhPREXvvTh_sGNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/potted%2Bplants%2Bborder%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: arial;">It's the "Year of the Plants" for my theme this year, and in a few months it will be the "Damn 17-Year Cicadas" over again which I endured in 2004. I have dutifully de-worded the text so you can just look at the historic "Farmer's Almanac " design style. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Brown inks on sketchbook journal page, 4 1/2 " x 6", January 2021.</span></div>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-87271815321225641502021-01-19T05:28:00.000-05:002021-01-19T05:28:44.943-05:00Logan Airport on way to convention 1984 <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlqrcME1dYU/YAavubVN0II/AAAAAAAARQY/Ok7YlVMLlyws1t13Ac9tyidWMVLBB4CugCLcBGAsYHQ/s569/Logan%2BAirpt%2B84%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="391" data-original-width="569" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlqrcME1dYU/YAavubVN0II/AAAAAAAARQY/Ok7YlVMLlyws1t13Ac9tyidWMVLBB4CugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Logan%2BAirpt%2B84%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Here's a nice perspective study of the waiting room at Logan Airport in Boston. I am just about to get on a flight to end eventually in the Baltimore area for the venerable "DarkoverCon" which started on Thanksgiving Day. That's why the room is empty. The people are all at home feasting with their families, so they're already where they need to go.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen, 7 1/2" x 5 1/2", November 22,1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-38003728631524287842021-01-18T04:15:00.000-05:002021-01-18T04:15:16.123-05:00Logan Airport November 1984<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoL5DLOxrzA/YAVOP1Y_SsI/AAAAAAAARQI/biQShznEfDgiRkHkmY7xaXRdmqb4WEWkACLcBGAsYHQ/s592/Logan%2BAirport%2B1984%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="592" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoL5DLOxrzA/YAVOP1Y_SsI/AAAAAAAARQI/biQShznEfDgiRkHkmY7xaXRdmqb4WEWkACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Logan%2BAirport%2B1984%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">November 1984, and I'm off to another convention. Even if it was not that far away, in Philadelphia or Baltimore, this year I took the plane. I think I had one of my art collector friends with me, but if it's as carefully drawn as this one, maybe not. As you know, I'll draw anything. It's been a long time since 1984.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black Tech pen, 8" x 5", November 22, 1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-86213518500470568092021-01-17T05:40:00.000-05:002021-01-17T05:40:49.946-05:00Modernist Colorforms: Black Lighthouse<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n43G1HMCjNk/YAQRo4MGzaI/AAAAAAAARP8/Jk6Zw-LtwEUzRnCyGrPh47ZHTuwehQakQCLcBGAsYHQ/s516/Black%2BLighthouse%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="516" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n43G1HMCjNk/YAQRo4MGzaI/AAAAAAAARP8/Jk6Zw-LtwEUzRnCyGrPh47ZHTuwehQakQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Black%2BLighthouse%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Time for a winter Colorforms, in a modernist homage to Rumanian artist Constantin<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantin_Brâncuși"> Brancusi</a>. He is well worth looking up as he revolutionized 3D modern art for us space fans. You'll find the hidden image of Brancusi all sorts of places and certainly he is a big deal with me. I have never worked in 3D (sculpture) but I do love looking at it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This Colorforms fits the formula I have been using: black background, 4 basic geometric shapes in 4 basic colors, each a different size. One non-formula accent. No bottles of wine.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Photoshop, 5" x 4", January 17. 2021.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-61601923774024509382021-01-16T03:35:00.002-05:002021-01-16T03:35:32.395-05:00Sam and Dave, father and son 1984<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuPfPJhA674/YAKiW__gonI/AAAAAAAARPo/byLH6DBsRnExRJjpyQcwUStTJi9HBaJbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s638/Sam%2Band%2BDave%2B11-7-84%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="349" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuPfPJhA674/YAKiW__gonI/AAAAAAAARPo/byLH6DBsRnExRJjpyQcwUStTJi9HBaJbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Sam%2Band%2BDave%2B11-7-84%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sam got a lot of sketch space from me back in those days. I included his parents when I could. Sam's father was a British expatriate who worked in the insurance industry, which was big in Boston. Note how large little Sam's head was. We used to make fun of it, even his family did it. "As big as a basketball!" "He'll catch up with it...sooner or later." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen, 4" x 7", November 9, 1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-70678881294556666582021-01-15T04:51:00.000-05:002021-01-15T04:51:33.289-05:00Esther Geller as (amateur) glamor photomodel 1930s<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrPSAOEgIms/YAFdiBHYUAI/AAAAAAAARPQ/t5MFZ0NfXp4A_BrW8XFw9X6XnxfDjKsigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1008/Esther%2Bpin%2Bup%2Bpose%2Brocks%2BWG%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="1008" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrPSAOEgIms/YAFdiBHYUAI/AAAAAAAARPQ/t5MFZ0NfXp4A_BrW8XFw9X6XnxfDjKsigCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Esther%2Bpin%2Bup%2Bpose%2Brocks%2BWG%2Bcopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">By her later teens Esther was already running with a lively and artistic crowd. Not only was she experimenting with painting, but she was dancing for a brief time with the modern dance group led by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Sokolow">Anna Sokolow</a> - and she was modeling for photoshoots with her brother, my uncle Irving, who was also involved in photography. The one you see above is a "pin-up" pose taken on the famous rocks of Rockport, Mass. by Irving Geller.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQH8s5I25A4/YAFgs9EavnI/AAAAAAAARPc/zNurqC8h06EWncwDtZFC7Ke8PB8YiIUZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s533/Esther%2Bphoto%2Bby%2BIrving%2B1930s%2Bcopy%2B2%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="418" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQH8s5I25A4/YAFgs9EavnI/AAAAAAAARPc/zNurqC8h06EWncwDtZFC7Ke8PB8YiIUZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Esther%2Bphoto%2Bby%2BIrving%2B1930s%2Bcopy%2B2%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This moody sepia-tone (and mostly unretouched) portrait of Esther was taken by Irving as a practice shot around 1937, when she would have been 16. Esther was already working on art and signage at her high school. One afternoon at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts a mutual friend introduced Esther to a jazz pianist and teen-age bandleader in front of John Singer Sargent's masterpiece, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Daughters_of_Edward_Darley_Boit">The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit.</a> The musician was Harold Shapero, who was already composing music. That would be my father, but these young artists and musicians didn't know that. I owe my existence to John Singer Sargent and the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">By 1938-39 Esther and Harold were dating. Esther entered the prestigious Boston Museum School, and Harold went to Harvard, where he would study with the best composers of his day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-21094764527121371332021-01-14T06:13:00.000-05:002021-01-14T06:13:15.789-05:00Inside a Japanese Restaurant<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTU53x1NS38/YAAiVR7K25I/AAAAAAAARPE/ZTVbzwGiLAkjR8fJ_Av4cstMOp1ru1ckwCLcBGAsYHQ/s556/Roka%2B11-7-84%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="399" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTU53x1NS38/YAAiVR7K25I/AAAAAAAARPE/ZTVbzwGiLAkjR8fJ_Av4cstMOp1ru1ckwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Roka%2B11-7-84%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Here's a sketch of some of the things inside the "Roka" restaurant in Cambridge, Mass. at the end of 1984. You see beer kegs, beer jugs, big beer bottle, a sushi and raw fish display, soy sauce dispensers on the table, little rice bowls, and a customer. All of this would look the same if Roka still existed, which it doesn't. We still exist, but we look different.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen, 5" x 7", November 7, 1984.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I continue to have technical difficulties and I don't know how long this will last. Just accessing online stuff takes a long time. I'm trying to keep it going.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-15171740048328211102021-01-13T05:02:00.000-05:002021-01-13T05:02:43.531-05:00Baby Sam is upset<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UJtRhqgMaU/X_7DF3RX8rI/AAAAAAAARO4/WJQwZytEyCAd26lPIZozs512bm-fE4ILQCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/Upset%2BSam%2B11-5-84%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="445" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UJtRhqgMaU/X_7DF3RX8rI/AAAAAAAARO4/WJQwZytEyCAd26lPIZozs512bm-fE4ILQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Upset%2BSam%2B11-5-84%2Bweb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Even in the comfort and goodies of a favorite restaurant, a little baby can get frustrated and upset. During our meetings, which were mostly lunches, Sam's mother and I would eat and blab while Sam sat in his cradle on the floor. I don't know why he was upset this time, maybe he was just bored.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Black tech pen, 5" x 6", November 5, 1984.</span></div><p></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565179530147649549.post-72724456646118301262021-01-12T05:50:00.002-05:002021-01-12T05:50:52.535-05:00Winter Sky 2021<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfrRDE34eJ0/X_18gRKpmMI/AAAAAAAAROs/SpBfyyiopUkQjn0OB_i1FsZBx9ZqligawCLcBGAsYHQ/s814/%2B%2B%2B%2B%2BWinter%2BSky%2B2021%2Bweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="814" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfrRDE34eJ0/X_18gRKpmMI/AAAAAAAAROs/SpBfyyiopUkQjn0OB_i1FsZBx9ZqligawCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/%2B%2B%2B%2B%2BWinter%2BSky%2B2021%2Bweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">And here is the companion piece to January 11. I do one of these every year to record the winter light and clouds accurately in color. I think the inscribed structure at left is a chimney. Am I up to date? It must be nice with the fire burning slowly and the crows cawing outdoors in the evening light. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Colored pencils and brown ink on sketchbook page, January 12, 2021, 8: x 2 1/2". Are we there yet? This heavy notebook paper is great with colored pencils.</span></p>Pyracanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889551823810311793noreply@blogger.com0