12 November 2022
A reader
04 November 2022
Layers
Two months later, and I finally convinced myself to make some art. I don't know what happened—a combination of that dratted heat wave with the beginning of my UCLA Readers' Advisory class on the first of October that necessitated a lot of preparation, before and during, to bring it all up to date after a two-year hiatus and some previously undiscovered research on next-level RA just took me out of the painting mindset, and even though I have had time here and there, I just kept playing Words with Friends and binge-watching series on Netflix.
At first I didn't think I would care to assay this week's lesson; although I greatly admire Maria Pace-Wynters's highly colored and beautifully intricate works, I know myself well enough to know I don't have the patience for all of that eensy-weensy detail. But I was itching to try a few of her techniques, and my friend Phoebe, who did the lesson in a greatly simplified but still gorgeous manner, made me decide to get over myself and give it a shot.
Maria's first layer is collage, and although I didn't have the beautiful scraps of paper she has saved up over decades for this purpose, I did have some fun patterned tissue papers lying around, so I did my best with those, applying them to my birch board with acrylic medium. Then I added some glossy acrylic spray in turquoise and orange, and let the first step dry overnight.The next step was to draw my image, which I took (with her permission) from @DUHHCID (Jenell Del Cid)'s Instagram page. I thought that I had recently "discovered" her, and asked her permission to paint her, but later found an old Sktchy portrait of her from about 2.5 years ago that I painted for the 30-day challenge (it's so bad I won't even show it here!), so that was funny. Anyway, Maria used a profile reference and incorporated flowers, so I settled on a profile photo of Jenell contemplating a tiger lily, and got to work.
Yesterday I did the pencil sketch and then got caught up in other "life" stuff and didn't get back to it, but this morning I was determined to make some progress, so after medicating Gidget (and parenthetically, why would anyone think it was a good idea to make antibiotic drops for cats look and smell like Bazooka bubble gum?) and eating some oatmeal, I squeezed out a bunch of colors onto my palette and got to work about 10 a.m.
Following Maria's example, I started with her characteristic stark white face and worked outward from there. I usually go for more realistic tones, but I do love the contrast of the white-white skin with the red cheeks and Phthalo Turquoise shadows—rather Renoir-esque. I stopped at this point to take a photo, because I realized I hadn't documented the drawing stage. After that, I got so caught up in the painting that I forgot completely about my camera until I was nearly done, and decided to let it go until I could scan the finished piece.After doing the face, I followed her example by painting in most of the background so as to get definition around my image, and this is where I ran into trouble. Those pesky pieces of tissue didn't stick to my board with the application of acrylic medium the way Maria's did to her work; I'm wondering if she had a base coat of something underneath, because they just did not want to adhere to the raw board, and kept peeling up. I looked in vain for my bottle of Elmer's to glue it down, so I ended up lifting off and discarding a couple of significant-sized pieces, including all but two of the big gold dots that I thought would look cool shimmering through; but I managed to get the confetti tissue to stick pretty well, so that at least stayed. I like how it comes up out of the top of her head and also surrounds the tiger lily, as if the lily provoked thoughts that are flying out of both of them at once.
I was much happier with the image of Jenell than I was with the tiger lily; I'm not particularly adept at painting flowers. But after doing a rather flat rendering, I was inspired by Maria's exhortation to spread all the colors all around the painting to promote unity, so I picked up some of the Phthalo Turquoise on my brush and used it for the darkest shadows on the lily stem and leaves, which greatly enhanced the contrasts, and then threw some into her hair as well, and darkened the shadows of the blouse.
One of the last things I did was to use a stencil with a nearly dry brush of white paint to create the lace ruffle collar and jabot. It wasn't exactly as I envisioned it, but I like how it turned out, and that the flowers reflect the approximate shape of an open lily, to echo the main feature.
I thought about doing some outlining with white (or black) as Maria does, but ultimately decided to leave this soft and diffuse and not get fussy, since it's not my talent.
I got so caught up painting that I worked straight through the lunch hour and finished up about 4:00, then picked at tiny details, scanned, and posted. I really enjoyed this lesson! Maybe I won't wait so long between this and the next.
"Jenell with Lily"—pencil, collage, and acrylic on 1/8th-inch birch board, 12x16 inches.
05 September 2022
HEAT
If ever I doubted the whole principle of global warming, this past almost-month of truly horrifying temperatures would have convinced me of its existence. As a San Fernando Valley dweller, you know you will be in for a couple of weeks in August and maybe one in September of triple-digit weather, but I don't remember ever having such a prolonged, intense, unwavering run of hot weather, and I have lived here for 45 years. As a person who lives in a 1948 bungalow without air conditioning (I have an evaporative cooler on the roof with triple vents into the house), it's been mind-numbing. I have always liked my swamp cooler better than air conditioning, because it infuses a little dampness into the air rather than drying out my sinuses as central air can do, and also it's way more environmentally friendly and way less expensive than central air. But this summer has truly tested my resolve.
So today, after three increasingly hot days that never cooled below 80 degrees at night (meaning my house likewise didn't throw off its accumulated weight of heat during the night), I finally gave in and trekked across the valley to my own personal cooling center, aka the cousins' house in Woodland Hills. They do have central air, and they also set me up in a nice upholstered chair in the living room, with a footstool for my lymphedema-prone legs and a small table nearby furnished with a frequently refilled glass of iced tea, and I can sit in a blissfully temperate clime and read my book, I can nod off if I want, and if I get bored with sitting and reading, I can go hang and visit with one or both of them. Add to that a "catered" lunch and dinner (me being the one catered to), and you can hardly beat it. I try not to take advantage of this option too often, but today it was a lifesaver, and I stayed from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. I'd be there for the next four days until it "cools down" to 90 degrees if it weren't for my cat at home alone in my stuffy little house! (She's fine.)
Halfway through the afternoon I finished reading my current book and felt too restless to start the next one (although it was waiting on my Kindle); one cousin was napping on the sofa, while the other was working at her remote job on the computer in the den, so I hauled out my sketchbook and did a little "urban sketching" (hey, it may be an interior of a house, but that house is in Los Angeles, so it counts as urban!). I greatly admire the detailed interiors of artist Steven Reddy (and own a couple of his books), so I just sat tight in my comfy chair and sketched what was directly in front of me, including my own image in the big mirror on the wall. Not everything is in the best proportion (I'm too big, as are the lamps, in comparison to the sofa!), but everything was rendered pretty faithfully. I didn't take my paints, so I added the watercolor once I got home.
"House of Cos"—Uniball pen and watercolors in Bee mixed media sketchbook, 8x8 inches.
24 August 2022
Color
I think the reason why I am so fixated on this ground-as-element style of painting that I learned from Flo Lee is that my obsession is and has always been color. I have friends who make gorgeous paintings with white gesso, black charcoal, and maybe a bit of colored pencil and, while I admire them intensely and often say Oh! I wish I had done that! somehow I never manage to stick with even the intention of experimenting with that style, if it has to compete with a full-color rendering.
06 August 2022
Basking
but when I put in the highlights with Naples Yellow, it felt both distinct and organic, so I went with it.
29 July 2022
Surf the World
I haven't felt much like painting lately, but this week's Let's Face It 2022 lesson was with one of my favorites, Emma Petitt, and it looked like a fun one, so I jumped in. Mine didn't turn out anything like hers; I went much more realistic with my figure, but I did create a gorgeously rich substrate that was a big part of the exercise and what made this special.
12 July 2022
Russian resistance
My painting tonight is of Alla Gutnikova, one of four former editors of the publication DOXA, a Russian student-run journal publishing anti-war and anti-government material, currently considered one of the most active, reliable, and popular sources of information about the war in Ukraine. The four editors were put on house arrest in April 2021 for posting a three-minute video expressing support for students threatened with expulsion for participating in anti-government protests; they were sentenced this past April to two years of collective labor.
I was initially attracted to her image (in addition to her work as an editor, she also models), and then read up on her, which made me want to paint her even more. She is only 23, but is astonishingly literate and bravely outspoken; I'd like to quote her entire final speech she made at her trial, in which she both speaks from her own heart and also quotes some amazing people, but it's very long, so I'll just feature these quotes:
Tarkovsky speaks in the words of Lao Tzu:“The most important thing is that they believe in themselves and become as helpless as children. Because weakness is great and strength is null. At birth people are supple and weak; at death, they are tough and stiff. When trees grow they are soft and flexible, and when they become dry and hard, they die. Stiffness and strength are the concomitants of death; softness and weakness express the freshness of being. Thus what has grown hard will not conquer.”
Mahmoud Darwish says:
As you prepare your breakfast, think of others
(do not forget the pigeon’s food).
As you conduct your wars, think of others
(do not forget those who seek peace).
As you pay your water bill, think of others
(those who are nursed by clouds).
As you return home, to your home, think of others
(do not forget the people of the camps).
As you sleep and count the stars, think of others
(those who have nowhere to sleep).
As you liberate yourself in metaphor, think of others
(those who have lost the right to speak).
As you think of others far away, think of yourself
(say: “If only I were a candle in the dark”).












