Posted September 24, 2024
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Showing posts with label 6 x 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 6 x 4. Show all posts
A Couple of Corked Bottles
6"x4" oil on panel ••• I could talk about how the title of this piece implies that the subjects are two inebriates locked out their homes by their wise and weary wives who are fed up with their spouses' carousing shenanigans. Or, I could reveal to you something much more interesting and of monumental importance. I am going with the latter and here it is: The Spousal Unit has determined that it takes exactly 25 blueberries per pancake to make her perfect—and I mean perfect—blueberry pancakes. We are a simple pancake loving clan and yes, we even eat pancakes for dinner and no, this practice did not start during the current alternate reality we are all experiencing. We have just always liked pancakes, day or night. Our nuclear family motto should be "Transire surrepo, quaeso!" (Pass the syrup, please!)
Posted December 10, 2020
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Jar of Spice Candies
Posted October 7, 2020
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Nunzilla!
4"x6" oil on panel ••• Nunzilla seems like such an easy topic for discussion, but all I can tell you is that The Spousal Unit was against Nunzilla from the start. What's not to like? You wind her up (the toy, not the Wife) and she walks at you (a creepy walk, more like a swampthing crawl) with sparks coming out of her mouth. Simply wonderful! • Let's move on to a much more important topic. There is a technical term frequently used in oil painting studios around the globe and it goes like this: Where the $%&@# did that smudge of paint come from?!?!? (Etymologists have been able to trace its usage as far back as the reign of Ramsses II—circa 1250 B.C.—give or take.) • A smudge of oil paint can travel around a studio like, well... hellfire, so finding its origin can be quite difficult. One minute your fine and the next you have smudges all over the place. You stand there dumbfounded, terrified to move and mumbling, "Where the $%&@# did that nefarious smudge of paint come from?!?!?" As you can probably deduce, this just happened to me. The culprit this time is alizarin crimson and its origin still eludes me. Alizarin crimson is a wicked pigment that you do not want loose in the studio*. So far, it has been located on several of my digits, my trusty 12 ft. tape measure, and my not-so-trusty keyboard. Yikes, I just found it up and down my right sleeve, damn you smudge! God forbid it finds its way into the family manse. Which brings to mind another of my personal mantras: Do not wind up The Spousal Unit and have Her start shooting sparks out of Her mouth! • The hunt goes on.
*I
was going to say that alizarin crimson is a pigment that should be used
sparingly, but I do not use any pigment sparingly, so that would be a
bit hypocritical of me.
Posted September 17, 2020
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Two Bottles and a Cork
6"x4" oil on panel ••• I find it funny that, for a guy who paints a lot of bottles, I receive a lot of messages stating that I need to paint more bottles/glassware. The fun communiques are the ones where the sender states that they would accept paintings of chrome objects if I run out of bottles to paint. Isn't that nice of them? • One of those wonderful people put their bottle where their mouth is and gave me the green bottle you see in this painting. Seriously, isn't that nice!?!? (He actually gave me a bunch of nice bottles.) • There is also a delegation that would like me to paint only Converse sneakers and another group that states that if I paint another LEGO mini figure, they will unsubscribe from these emails. That may sound nasty, but to be honest, I appreciate it when somebody takes the time to communicate with me. That is, as long as they understand that any complaints might fall on deaf ears—I paint what I want to paint. That's just the way it is. (CAVEAT: When The Spousal Unit shoves freshly murdered flowers in my face, they must be painted. No ifs, no ands, no buts. It's in the marital bylaws somewhere.).
Posted August 30, 2020
Frolic Room
6"x4" oil on panel ••• This was actually a threefer email, so I will post the text from my email in the next blog post. If you wish to subscribe to my emails, just click on either of the two Sign Up! buttons on this blog. My emails are a little more inclusive and they usually contain detail shots that I do not post here on the blog. My subscribers are very important to me, so I throw in a little extra.
Posted October 31, 2019
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99¢ Store
6"x4" oil on panel ••• This was actually a threefer email, so I will post the text from my email in the next blog post. If you wish to subscribe to my emails, just click on either of the two Sign Up! buttons on this blog. My emails are a little more inclusive and they usually contain detail shots that I do not post here on the blog. My subscribers are very important to me, so I throw in a little extra.
Posted October 28, 2019
Jiichan's Mamiya
6"x4" oil on panel ••• (As promised, here is the second piece from my email twofer.) My painting ideas tend to not verbalize well. When I try to explain an idea I have in my head for a painting, it is often met with a look of "Why would you want to do that?" or the ever popular "Are you sure?" stare. Imagine me pitching the idea for the painting I sent you a few weeks ago: "Hey, Honey. I want to do a five foot wide painting of a toy space gun!" Even if I tack on a boyish "How cool is that?!?!" the idea flies like a dead mallard. (I know verbalize is not the best way to put it, but it is the term I use.) • Even the idea of doing a painting of a violin fell flat. So, I acquired one and made The Spawn give it to me for Father's Day. (Yes, I am a bad dad. It is a documented fact.) And the looks I got when I said, "I want to paint a scuzzy alley in Chinatown." I guess I could have dropped the "scuzzy," but the alleys in Chinatown are scuzzy, so why hide it? • My ideas get no respect. • Even my own mother gives me the "Are you insane?" look sometimes. She will even chime in with a "Who is going to buy a painting of an old pencil sharpener? The colors won't match anybody's sofa!" • In the end, I can deal with the odd "Are you insane?" look, but when The Mother Unit re-gifted me one of my own paintings, that was a bit much. Actually, she did have a point. It didn't really match her bedspread.
Posted September 25, 2019
Sharpshooter
6"x4" oil on panel ••• This was another twofer email, so I will post the text from my email in the next blog post. If you wish to subscribe to my emails, just click on either of the two Sign Up! buttons on this blog. My emails are a little more inclusive and they usually contain detail shots that I do not post here on the blog. My subscribers are very important to me, so I throw in a little extra.
Posted September 18, 2019
Adventurer 620
6"x4" oil on panel ••• (As promised, here is the second piece from my email twofer.) Today's admission: I have painted a boatload of camera paintings because I have a boatload of cameras. • Ahem, let's talk about something else. • Here is a not-too-interesting factoid: We do not have TV in our house. I mean, we have television sets, just no piped in channels. Years ago, due to a technical snafu, we had to disconnect our television service. When I went to reconnect, The Spousal Unit promptly stated, "Don't do it for me, I don't want it." That was all I needed to hear. TV was killing me. I used to enjoy watching the news, but viewing those putative news channels with their ubiquitous panels of punditry gave me high blood pressure. Watching a panel of experts senselessly attack each other made my heart thump so hard I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. • And how do those opiners know everything about everything? I agree with the French writer Paul Valery when he described opinions as "products of intellectual flatulence" that "relieve the man giving vent to them, but pollute the intellectual air of others." • So, to avoid me being gassed out of my mind or having a heart attack, we do not have TV. (Every husband reading this is saying to themselves, "You keep telling yourself that, buddy. But we all know the real reason is that your wife didn't want it." And... well... hmm... they would be right).
Posted August 16, 2019
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Bilora Boy Camera Brown
Posted August 6, 2019
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Sparkling Mike Robot
6"x4" oil on panel ••• (As promised, here is the second piece from my email twofer.) "Don't start collecting tin toy robots... Don't start collecting tin toy robots... Don't start collecting tin toy robots." That is the mantra I repeat whenever I come across one of these wonderful little metal men. • As The Spousal Unit will gladly inform you—or anybody else who happens to be walking by—the mantra, in her opinion, does not work. • In my rather weak defense, I will say that I do not have many robots residing in the studio. (Please do not ask me for my definition of "many." As a matter of fact, let's just move on.) • As far as collecting little plastic dinosaurs (see below), no worries there. I pilfered those two from Spawn Number Two. Why collect when you can steal from your child's already insanely large collection? ••• As the following list of mayhem illustrates, it is a busy time for me. All society should recognize that it is best to keep the artistic ilk occupied, you do not want them wandering around asking innocent bystanders where they can get their grubby little hands on some cheap turpentine.
Posted May 23, 2019
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Ongoing Show
Dancing Colors
Paintings by Nancy R Wise and Raymond Logan
Show runs through June 19, 2019
Art in the Arthouse, Laemmle Theatres, Pasadena 673 East Colorado Blvd., Pasadena, CA 91101 / 310-478-3836
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Jarritos Dinosaurs
6"x4" oil on panel ••• This was another twofer email, so I will post the text from my email in the next blog post. If you wish to subscribe to my emails, just click on either of the two Sign Up! buttons on this blog. My emails are a little more inclusive and they usually contain detail shots that I do not post here on the blog. My subscribers are very important to me, so I throw in a little extra.
Posted May 20, 2019
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Maurice's Olive Oil
6"x4" oil on panel ••• Every now and then, our friend Maurice (pronounced Morris) slips us a little bottle of his special olive oil. Maurice is a Irishman who thinks he's Italian and says that the word "Feck!" does not really mean what we Americans think it means. Funny, whenever he yells it, I could swear it means exactly what we Americans think it means.
Posted April 29, 2019
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