Friday, April 30, 2010

Day 217: Abandoned rail cars

Today Eli and I went photographing out along the Providence River. We came across old train tracks with an abandoned railway car, rotting. There was something post apocalyptic about the car, skeletal and rusted, sending its angular metallic bones straight into the sky. Tires lined the waterside like washed up jelly fish, sometimes filled with cakes of mud and yielding green growth. The sun was bright, but the wind blew it's warmth from our skin.



Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Day 215: Conversation 2 Recap

Here is the other conversation from yesterdays 12 paintings in 12 hours.


Day 215: Conversation 1 Recap

Here is conversation 1 in order.


Monday, April 26, 2010

Hours 11 and 12: We done good!

Geddes Hour 11:
Annie Hour 12:

Annie Hour 11:
Geddes Hour 12:
We made some really really spectacular stuff today.

Hours 9 and 10

Geddes Hour 9:
Annie Hour 10:
Annie Hour 9:
Geddes Hour 10:

Hours 7 and 8:

Geddes Hour 7:


Annie Hour 8:
Annie Hour 7:
Geddes Hour 8:

Hours 5 and 6

Geddes Hour 5:
Annie Hour 6
Annie Hour 5:
Geddes Hour 6:

Hours 3 and 4

Geddes Hour 3:

Annie Hour 4:

Annie Hour 3
Geddes Hour 4

Day 214: 12 in 12 hours

I started a 12 in 12 hours today with Annie. We're doing the conversation again. It is awesome! Here's some of what we've done so far

Geddes Hour 1
Annie Hour 2:
Annie Hour 1:
Geddes Hour 2

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Day 210: Night Painting

In night-painting, light becomes all important. When you cover the page in dark, the few spots where light leeks through become all important. It's satisfying to make a mess with charcoal, working around the few spots of light. This morning I drew the last image I had from Carr Pond the previous night, as Maggie's darkened silhouette shivered in the water.
Wanting to do more from life, tonight Eli and I went to the old abandoned bridge. It was too dark to make out what colors I was mixing, but here's what I painted. Not from memory, but from experience.

At night, the bodies of water are the main light source.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Day 209: Drawing in the Dark

I could just see the marks as I made them in my sketchbook. The whites of the pages glowed brighter than the moon. I went back to the source for my night painting, I went into the night. Here is what I brought back.





As I closed the sketchbook to hike back I imagined how the charcoal would rub and smudge between pages as I walked back. It seemed fitting that these drawings should exist only in this mystical space of creation.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Day 206: A second layer

I added some thick paint in areas. It still isn't quite done...

Friday, April 16, 2010

Day 204/205: Night Painting


Last night Maggie and I went to Carr Pond. It was dark as we hiked through the woods, using a small flashlight and our toes to find all the rocks and mud in the path. After 20 minutes we found the secret trail to the lake. I was struck by how different everything looked with the trees still leafless. We sat for a long time with the dark water and sky, their boundary defined only by a darker line of trees. As the clouds reached out to cover the stars, we picked up our guitars hoping that playing would warm us up. My fingers were too cold to find the chords sometimes, but I felt warmer. The moon must have risen behind the glowing grey of the sky, because it began to feel like sunrise. Though it was 1:30 in the morning when we headed back down the path, we didn't need the flashlight to guide us. It seemed to me to be as light as dawn, and perhaps someone had exchanged the moon for its cousin. This morning I painted what I remembered. It isn't finished, but it has to dry before I can do anything else.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Day 203: Seeing Anais Mitchell

I saw Anais Mitchell in concert today, she was absolutely amazing. It is always inspiring and intimidating to be in the presence of people with that much talent. She was talking about all these collaborative musical projects she is working on, including Hadestown, the folk opera inspired by the story of Eurydice and Orpheus that I mentioned in an earlier post.

It has me thinking recently about the line between personal moments and epic moments. I've been reflecting on their overlap, and I'm hoping to make something equally epic and personal. In the meantime, I've been looking at all the art I've made this year, and all the different directions it seems I'm headed. With this return to mythology, I'm finally feeling more centered, more on target. I've still got some thinking to do though.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Day 202: Guppies and Goldfish

I have an aquarium in my living room. Inside this aquarium live Cleopatra Don Juan and Casanova, three goldfish, and Atlas and Goliath two guppies. I spent a good portion of today drawing them in my sketchbook. They most decidedly don't hold still, so it was a very challenging task. I think I might do it everyday for a while, it's good practice. Here is one of the sketches just to give an idea.


I also started a larger drawing, I'm hoping to make a drawing of Orpheus and Eurydice at some point, so I'm practicing drawing musicians playing their instruments.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Day 198: The Siren Emerges

When Persephone, daughter of Demeter was a young girl, she walked around with her handmaidens collecting flowers. Her youth and innocence were evident to all who gazed upon her. As she grew older, her beauty became equally evident.

Hades, king of the underworld caught sight of her, and fell in love. The story of her abduction has been told many ways. It is a familiar enough story, how she eats the pomegranate seeds and must remain in the underworld for a portion of each year.

When she was abducted, her mother suffered greatly. She searched frantically for her beloved daughter. The world suffered even more, as her mother in her grief neglected the crops and plants until they all withered and died. In this first winter, many people starved. Persephone's handmaidens though, perhaps suffered most. Because, at Persephone's abduction, they had all run in fear rather than try to save her, Demeter transformed them.

She gave them the song of the siren, irresistible to all who heard it, and sent them about the world to call to her daughter and bring her home. But the one person their call was meant for would never hear, as she was in the underworld. And so these young maidens were doomed to call people to them with their dangerous song. Such agony, forever isolated on their rocky island, forever calling for one who will never hear, forever luring sailor's to crash upon the shore.


This is one of three siren paintings I intend to make. It is yet to be finished, but I like the way it seems that the very paint put down to tell the story rolls down the painting like tears.

Day 197: Slow Progress

Slow but steady wins the race. This is true of progress too... I hope.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Day 196: Painting!


I picked back up a piece I started a while ago, it's very exciting!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Day 195: Artist Retreat

Today was spent walking around Lincon woods with artist and friend Annie Blazejack. We talked of many things, but mostly we talked about art. We are dreaming up a new collaboration. It will be epic. It will be wonderful.

Recently Anais Mitchell came out with a folk opera called Hadestown. It tells a modernized version of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. It is a collaboration with other musicians including Ani Defranco, Greg Brown and Bon Iver. It is epic and inspiring and amazing.

Annie's and my project in the works is partially inspired by Hadestown.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Day 192

I finished it! This is much more tent like, fort like than the others. Somehow it works better this way. The roughness of the background balances out the outlined drawing of the whale skeleton.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Day 191:

My newest whale. I painted the background, and then whitewashed everywhere other than the skeleton, in a way it is the opposite of my last one where I colored white over the parts of the skeleton intersecting with paint to lighten them a little. This one isn't quite done yet, but I think it's close.