Those pinks and blues changed dramatically everytime the light from my window faded or got brighter. It drove me crazy. It was like painting a sunset.
oil on masonite
My wife collects shells and sand and sea glass(pieces of broken glass made smooth by the surf). Her love of the sea and growing up on the New Jersey shore has helped fuel this collection. Everytime we vacation on a beach we bring home some sand. We have several jars of shells and several of these beautiful conch shells. Since we are now living in the middle of the USA thousands of miles from the ocean, our only connection with the sea now is these shells. You know the trick about holding the shell up to your ear to hear the ocean.
We do that. It brings a smile to my wife's face everytime.
I found painting this shell as hard as painting any human figure. I think because the subtle tone, coloring and the highlights make it very similar to human skin. Also the form itself almost looks muscular. For all of you art students out there: The next time someone tells you that you can't be a good artist and learn form or how to paint subtle tones unless you paint nude women. You tell them to go paint a naked conch shell.
It was a fun assignment. I will have to do more of the collection.
O.A.A. (official artist apology)
I must hang my head in shame and stand in the corner for two minutes today. A very nice person and fellow artist ,(June Parrish Cookeson), alerted me that several of her comments have not shown up on my blog. If there is anyone else who has had this same experience please forgive me. I have not intentionally kept them off but may have mistakenly deleted or not published them. I have removed the monitoring option so this should not be a problem in the future. Thanks for understanding. Can I come out of the corner now?