Posts Tagged ‘painting’

In Memory

Friday, November 4th, 2016

The following is part of a poem by Abraham Lincoln. I feel it’s slightly analogous to what I was trying to say in this painting, even though the painting, by comparison, is but a shabby and decrepit simulacrum. His meditation may not express quite the degree of optimism I tried to hint at in this image, yet I still feel both works share some little things in common; albeit his words are far, far more powerful than my chaotic daubs. And now, Mr. Lincoln, sir, the floor is all yours.

My childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it too.

O Memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,

And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile,
Seem hallowed, pure and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.

As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-tones that, passing by,
In distance die away;

As, leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar –
So memory will hallow all
We’ve known but know no more.

Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.

Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things,
But seeing them to mind again
The lost and absent brings.

The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray;
And half of all are dead.

I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell
And every spot a grave.

I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I’m living in the tombs.

Where Lethe Runs Dry

Friday, September 30th, 2016

This is an old oil painting. It’s not good, even by my low standards, and I can’t deny it might even be kitschy. It was just an experiment, and an experiment is what one does when one doesn’t know what one is doing. I wouldn’t have posted this painting if I had chanced upon a more successful piece on the same theme. The reason I’m posting it now is because I’m reading a biography on Henry James and I’m at a part where many of his family and friends are dying. That brought to the fore remembrances of people I knew who have passed away. They weren’t expatriate literati or cosmopolitan aristocrats, but they certainly deserve some sort of memorial. This piece is not ideal, but it’s all I had on hand to pay a silent tribute and pensive farewell to all those who have stepped over the threshold. “And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

In My Wanderings

Saturday, June 7th, 2014

Another hesitant attempt at landscape. I think the yellows are more pure and bright “in person,” but, sadly, outside of that, this is not too deceiving a reproduction. And yes, it is inspired by those the-soul’s-journey-through-life paintings so popular in days of yore.

Herodias

Tuesday, November 12th, 2013

I painted this in 2005. Kathy hated it then and she hates it now. I, conversely, am inordinately pleased with how it turned out and wouldn’t mind if I could paint more pieces in the same manner.

Rumpelstiltskin

Sunday, March 11th, 2012

Is this garish? Boy, is it ever! But then, it’s Rumpelstiltskin, and that makes everything all right.

“A Good Egg, All in All”

Sunday, January 30th, 2011

Here’s a piece with no pompous pseudo-philosophical pontificating needed to describe the agenda behind it! It is what it is as an egg is an egg is an egg. It was painted just for the joy of painting. A rare bird indeed!

Ohio Online Visual Artist Registry

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

At the top of this entry, you’ll find a piece entitled “Moon Set” by Barb Stork. She’s my sister-in-law, and a fantastic fine artist as well. This is what she had to say about the piece:

“This piece is special because it brings up a happy memory. I did this piece last summer when I was on crutches due to an ankle injury. With [my husband] Jim’s help I was able to crutch out to the prairie at Grant Park and set up a chair to paint. Jim gave me a hard time because it took us so long to get to that point. (He was cracking me up as usual which slowed us down even more). He then took Patches [our dog] on an extra long walk so I could complete the painting.”

If you like it, click the link Ohio Online Visual Artist Registry to see other landscapes (acrylic and watercolor) by this talented artist.

Now, as for my work, ah yes, the Ohio Online Visual Artist Registry (yes, I’ve linked to my pathetic page) – I had almost forgotten that I had created a portfolio there, too. The problem is, my pieces are nowhere near as good as Barb’s. Please keep in mind that my drawings and paintings posted there are over 10 years old, and when I look at them, it’s almost like I’m looking at another artist’s work.

I am, however, fond of Spring Day (represented below). I wish I had the original or had made a photocopy.

Alas! I think what I dislike the most is the reproduction quality of my pieces (and don’t even ask me to go into the reprehensibile execution).

If you visit the registry in the future, please disregard my page and visit Barb’s. At least there, you’ll see some well-executed paintings.