nude study II

6" x 8" oil on panel

nude study

3 tube colors plus white 6" x 8" oil on panel

good news, bad news

The good news about a self portrait is that you are your own model and will pose all day long, if you want. The bad news is that the model is you. The good news is that you don't have to pay yourself. The bad news is that you have to look at yourself all day long - and you don't get paid for doing it. The good news is that as years go by, there are more and more "landmarks" in your face to work from. The bad news is that those "landmarks" are actually wrinkles. But I will end with a surprising piece of good news: to be honest, it is a lot more interesting to paint an older face than a younger one. So there you go.

pitcher picture, part deux

I know, but I find it nerdly amusing. I was about to put the pitcher away after the painting in the previous post, but then I noticed that because of the snow today , the light coming into my studio was blue and diffuse and therefore the shadow cast by the egg sort of melted into the surface of the pitcher. So I had to try painting it - with the above result. Again, it is on a 6" x 8" linen covered board.

Pitcher picture

Another egg I am afraid, though this time with a lovely old ironstone pitcher that I bought at a junk store several years ago when I had a studio in the East Village. The plate they are sitting on came from Paris - an elegant and deeply chic little shop on the Rue du Bac. If you would like to buy this painting, you can - just click here, please.

the old egg trick

It is called procrastination, but instead of doing the laundry or cleaning out my closets, I paint eggs. I am working on a self-portrait at the moment and I have hit the moment of chaos that seems to arrive somewhere in the middle of every painting. So what do I do? Get out the eggs. Now the eggs are painted on a 6" x 8" linen covered panel and it is time to get back to work on the SP.

three pears on a 2x4

6" x 8" oil on panel

Persimmon queen

It is persimmon season again and I can't resist them. Not to eat - in fact, though a ripe persimmon is quite sweet, I still find it an odd consistency - but to paint. They come in a lovely range of colors and their shapes are appealing and I always find myself hanging around the fruit and vegetable market across the street from my apartment looking for the perfect specimen. I perched the queen, above, on top of an upside down ceramic bowl; her subjects are at her feet.

The painting is 6" x 8" and can be purchased here, if you would like.

Vacation mode

Greg wore his faded old Dodgers cap several weeks ago when we went on vacation to Martha's Vineyard. It was sort of an act of pre-emptive kindness to Red-Sox fans who, he assumed, would be losing the World Series to the Yankees who, at that point, had a good shot at the pennant and my husband was feeling lucky. A Yankees cap would be rubbing in the "win" a little too much to the good folks of Massachusetts. Oh well. . .

This is a weirdly pixilated image of the study I made from a photo taken on the ferry. I have a new camera and somehow, I'm still not very good in the photography department.

pumpkin time

I should never order totally useless, but really cool-looking items from Fresh Direct (like these) because I know that I won't be satisfied until I paint them. So I bumped a portrait I am painting of my husband (doing it from a photo, since he doesn't really understand the concept of sitting still) onto the back burner and painted these two "Baby Boo Mini-Pumpkins" (I kid you not) on a 5" x 7" linen covered panel. And now back to the portrait! If you are interested in purchasing this little painting, please click here.

alla prima!

study in pink and grey, as it turns out!

last day study

Lobsterville in the fog

another Menemsha boat

I am finding the boats on Menemsha Pond irresistible - something about the brilliant autumn sunshine, the marshes which are just beginning to turn color and the boats, seemingly abandoned for the winter. That, of course, is probably not the case - I feel certain that Menemsha Pond boat owners are nothing if not conscientious about taking good care of their seagoing property, but poetry dictates that the boats will lie here, buffeted by the elements, their paint peeling - the only denizens of a deserted island. Anyway, this is a study of one of them - 5" x 5" on a linen covered panel.

Menemsha boat study

5" x 7" oil on panel

MV wildlife refuge

There is a huge beautiful and, at this time of year, totally empty wildlife preserve near the Tisbury Great Pond on Martha's Vineyard. This is a study looking out towards the marshes . The trees have not yet started turning to fall colors, but the grasses have and the light is decidedly autumnal.

MV tree study

This old tree stands at the edge of the property, just against the forest. Most of the day it is in shadow, but first thing in the morning, it catches the brilliantly cold dawn light full in the face. I have had to spend some chilly time out in the yard for a couple of days to catch its few moments in the sun!

Eliot's tomato

Our friend Eliot has always ranked way up there in the galaxy of good guests at the farm. He so clearly loves the house, the land and the area that it is a pleasure to have him around. But this year, he got the gold star because he brought me heirloom tomato and kale plants from the farm where he is working for the summer. Sadly, the kale met an early demise when the bunnies got to it, but the tomatoes thrived, at least in so far as tomatoes can thrive in a climate that has more in common with Canada than it does with the lower 48, and last night we dined on home grown tomato and basil salad! This fellow above didn't make it through Irene and was on the ground so while it may still end up as part of our dinner (fried green tomatoes, anyone?), right now it is sitting in my studio, a very shapely and interesting subject for a still life.

sold

La foret

Oh, to be in Rambouillet now that autumn's here!*

11" x 14" oil on panel

*with apologies to Robert Browning

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yay zinnias!

To me, zinnias are the perfect mid-summer garden flower: brilliantly colorful, oddly sturdy and a little sassy in their unwillingness to be carbon-copy blossoms, one just like the other. I never have any success growing them at my farm - they get eaten by rabbits - so when I saw them for sale today in a NYC greenmarket, I bought them, pricey as they were. The farmer who sold them to me told me that his trip into Manhattan from southern Jersey took him three hours - two hours for the highway trip - a distance of about 100 miles - then a third hour to creep along from the Lincoln Tunnel into the heart of the city, 15 miles at most. What a trooper!

the barn, morning mist

A little encouragement is a dangerous thing. I wasn't really going to say anything about this painting when I posted it - it is pretty self-evidently a barn - but my friend Judy told me she likes reading my blog. Not looking at it, but reading it. So this is for Judy! Judy has been to my farm in the mid summer and in fact, when she visited she and I had the most unexpected small-town kind of a day. When she arrived, I told her the brief history of our house, the area, the town and some of the people I know up here - the kind of deep background info that I always feel people like to hear. I mentioned several notable names - that of my running buddy Joan, those of my friends Jane and Harold who own the paint and paper store in town, the name of the estimable woman Faiga who runs Good Cheap Food, aka "the piano store" (but that is a story for another time) and finally a nod to Leland, the contractor who renovated our house - all people who one way or the other dip in and out of our life in the country. That afternoon Judy and I went to town for lunch and by golly, who should we run into on the Main Street, but Joan, Jane and Harold and Faiga - just as if I had stationed them there for Judy's benefit. At each encounter, there were introductions and a chat ("this is Judy - she is here from the Berkshires and this is Joan, my running buddy" etc.) After lunch, we got back in the car for a spin around the countryside on our way home to the farm and on one of the back roads, there was a house under construction and sure enough, as we slowed down (so as not to raise too much dust from the dirt road), who should we see coming around the side, but Leland, the contractor, the only personage we hadn't yet run into. So once again, introductions and a little chat and then home we went, everyone accounted for. Judy was at my farm at just about this time of year and though I don't remember if there was morning mist on the land, the yellowish late August foliage and the barn in need of a good paint job were probably much the same.

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