North Sea Bay
February 1st, 2008Jadebusen, December 2007
Empire Bluff with Snow
January 20th, 2008Lake Michigan, January 20, 2008
Still very cold at the Empire bluff. Had to drive downstate today.
Dusk at Lake Michigan
January 19th, 2008Lake Michigan, January 19, 2008
Six degrees Fahrenheit at the beach today. Dim light! I manually adjusted the settings based on the histogram of the camera. My fingers were almost frost bitten.
Cottonwood on a winter day
January 17th, 2008
summer day in the dunes
November 9th, 2007
Joyous View of Manhattan
April 2nd, 2007
Happy faces from all windows of a skyscraper merging with the blue sky as painted by a little girl visiting her grandparents in Manhattan in the 1970s.
The grandparents, living in an apartment complex of the garment district, introduced Nina to the culture of this big city.
The Jewish grandparents led a complicated life, balancing jobs with their struggle for social justice in this country, and to their granddaughter, they offered the unsullied joys of Manhattan.
Disasters happen, skyscrapers may topple. This painting celebrates the possibility of joy and innocence.
A composite in my mind’s eye
January 14th, 2007David’s Self-Portrait with Raven reminded me of this picture of a black bird that I carried in my mind:
I thought that it was a painting by Georgia O’Keefe but I could not find it in my art books. What I found instead were these two paintings by Georgia O’Keefe:
A Black Bird with Snow-Covered Red Hills + It was Blue and Green.
Have you ever unknowingly invented a picture in your mind that is based on other people’s artwork? In my mid, the artwork of others appears a life of its own.
Does your mind also usurp artwork of others and then plays with it? If yes, does it diminish as you focus more on your own art?
beaver activity
January 11th, 2007Do you see this as
Near completion?
Destruction?
Do you see an almost finished task?
Do you see destruction?
children’s art
January 6th, 2007What do you see in this painting?
my first try
December 27th, 2006
To illustrate a simple poem, I went to a textile shop in the old garment center of Manhattan and bought the dull yellow linen for the background and patches of colorful silk. Troels was doubtful when I showed him the mix of colors and announced that they would turn it into a wall hanging (40 x55). Now, a few years later, he still likes the outcome.