Once in a while you find some sort of Art that makes your heart sing. I think I have found my medium, as this is so very relaxing to me. After years of teaching hand drafting, I get to use the fun sketchy part of drawing, combine it with a little color and have a finished piece that makes me smile. Hope you find what makes you happy.
For many years I took classes with a wonderful impressionist artist and enjoyed the time and progress that I made in the class and the other artists that came to paint and learn. I live on the beach and love my morning, evening and anytime of the day view out my back window to the beach beyond. Over the years I have photographed it and shared the photos here and on Facebook.
Taking the class I wanted to paint the scene in different moods and shades and colors, as it was always changing. I painted it about three times and our teacher decided for me that I could no longer paint it in class. I went along with it because she was the pro. I left that class about three years ago due to political differences. If we disagreed with her political beliefs we were yelled at, put down and not allowed to say anything in response as it was her home (garage) where we painted.
Time has passed and I do know I learned a lot about colors and how to mix them from her and from watching fellow artists; but I also have since thought about how many times Monet painted haystacks or a cathedral at Rouen in France. No one told him he could not paint a subject he was fascinated by. Kevin McPherson, a contemporary artist produced a book called “Reflection on a Pond”, where he painted his own pond 365 days in a row.
Yesterday having passed the real estate broker’s exam, and not being in my studio other than to sew I spent the afternoon painting my interpretation of my view. I just repainted my master bedroom in gray and have the desire to do a series of paintings in black, white & gray, with maybe one accent color. Here is the first of this series. I was inspired by another painting I did earlier called Airstream, that my youngest son loved, so I gave it to him.
Now I am finally inspired to paint again for the sheer joy of it with no intention of running all over trying to sell it or put up another show. I will post on my website: www.dianakingsley.net, but that is as much as I will do going forward.
Could Vincent van Gogh‘s acidic sense of color and preference for bright, clashing hues, long the province of the Fauves, be a result of colorblindness and not just an aesthetic judgment? An essay by Kazunori Asada, a Japanese medical scientist and poet, has recently come to the attention of science blogs drawn to its argument that the famous painter wasn’t so much an artistic revolutionary as he was visually impaired. Asada’s article was sparked by an experience in Hokkaido, Japan’s “Color Vision Experience Room,” an immersive simulator that makes it possible to perceive color the way people with different types of colorblindness might experience it. When Asada saw replicas of the artist’s canvases, he had a revelation.
Van Gogh’s paintings, Asada writes, became more beautiful and more natural in the filtered light. “The incongruity of color and roughness of line had quietly disappeared,” the scientist writes. “Each picture had changed into one of brilliance with very delicate lines and shades.” Asada went on to experiment with a piece of software that further simulates different variations of colorblindness, settling on a midrange spectrum deficiency that he felt best modified van Gogh’s work. The deficiency meant that van Gogh’s eyes had a moderate lack of receptors for the color red.
Asada’s filtered images are indeed more even and naturalistic than the originals; instead of the bright, brash colors for which we know van Gogh, the hues are organic and flow more smoothly into each other — they’re more traditionally complementary. The intense reds and oranges of “Wheat Field behind Saint-Paul Hospital” turn into autumnal golds. The eerie greens of “Starry Night” become more yellow, the red-oranges in the field are gone from “The Sower,” and “Sunflowers” becomes drab. See above left for one example and scroll through Asada’s essayfor the rest.
There are clear issues with Asada’s argument. First, the versions of the paintings he uses aren’t necessarily true to life. Our dependence on digital screens means that it’s hard to make colors remain stable on a computer-to-computer basis. Asada’s images aren’t of the highest quality, and there’s a strong chance the true paintings look completely different. There’s also the philosophical argument. How can we argue that van Gogh’s paintings look better through a filter? To assume that the painter’s provocative artistic choices were simply the result of a medical condition is to completely disregard his own creativity. Van Gogh’s colors are meant to clash; the unorthodox pairings were part of the Post-Impressionist and Fauvist aesthetic. Or were Paul Gauguin and André Derain also colorblind?
The discussion is reminiscent of the argument that after Monet had the lens of one eyeballremoved due to cataracts, his palette changed to deep blue because he was suddenly able to see ultraviolet light (the lens, protecting the eye, filters ultraviolet rays naturally). It’s the chicken or the egg. Were the artists innovative simply because of their biology, or were they innovative because they were creative, pioneering artists? The latter seems more likely.
Back to the class taken yesterday and today with Casey Klahn. Here is the question. Should you take classes from someone with whom you respect their art for they are an award winning artist, but you do not agree with their philosophy or style?
That is a question I had to ask myself after this last weekend. How do you feel about the critique from someone whose view on the art world is no where near the same as yours. Is art education and knowledge a plus or a minus.
There is SO much information available that one can tune to meet their personal need, do you agree because it is easier or do speak up for you disagree?
When I was teaching at The Art Institute of Seattle, I would tell my students that anything written in a book is only one persons opinion, it is not always fact and certainly not written in stone. People tend to believe anything that is written, but that does not make it the truth.
We are all a combination of what we read, what we feel and what we think we know.
These are both pastels from todays class. It was a “learning” experience.
Today the sunshine left only to be replaced with gray skies and drizzle. We started out in the morning to enjoy the Bainbridge Island Garden Tour, but gave up after a long bus ride to a lackluster garden. We did stop at Bainbridge Gardens for a lovely Latte and beautifully displayed plants.
The Lilies painted about two years ago seemed appropriate for the day and also to honor my dear friend Catherine and offer her strength in the recent loss of her oldest son.
Walking into Kingston today with best friends from San Diego we passed the trailer that inspired this painting. The photo was taken at 11 PM in December. I was mazed how many people were out and about at that time of night in Kingston in December.
My friend mentioned that she had never visited Seattle when it did not rain. It was warm and sunny until about 30 minutes later, when after a Latte we started our walk home, where we witnessed lightning, heard thunder and were drenched on the way home.
Be careful what you say in Washington….
Wish I could say I sat there and painted this, but someone in my painting group shared the photo and I thought it was lovely. Four of us painted the scene, each with a different result. It is 14 x 16 and available today for $450
Raising three sons by myself was always an adventure. Now they are grown and they sometimes share their adventures with me. My oldest son Chadwyck Wirtz has taken to photography and recently sent me several photos that will translate beautifully into paintings. Look to find paintings from these in the future.
This time of year having friends to share the garden is such a joy! Last we enjoyed the beautiful evening with good friends.
The painting is just 5 x 7 and done in about 30 minutes. Not my favorite, but learning to work in different harmonies is important to grow your art.