Tuesday, December 15, 2015

New Work

This is an oil painting that I did from a pencil sketch. I've been trying out oils (basically teaching myself) and now feeling somewhat comfortable.

By the Path
Oil on canvas, unframed, 11 x 14
There is an old, very interesting cemetery near my studio where I sometimes take a walk. The drawing I made for this painting is along a path and the old tree with its roots coming out of the ground intrigued me.

A quote of Ingreshas been tacked on my wall for a few years. "Drawing is the probity of art. To draw does not merely consist of line but also of expression, the innermost form, the plane, modeling—see what remains after that. Drawing includes three and a half quarters of the contents painting." 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Revised Pastel

It has been a long time since I've blogged (a year? Yikes!). But now I'm back. I've been doing a lot of new things; working on some oil paintings as in learning-to-do as well as experimenting in wood block printing. I will be posting some of those finished products soon. 

In the meantime I am re-posting a pastel painting (March 18, 2014) which got a little revision. I just couldn't keep my sticks of pastels away from it (happens all the time).

Lake View on the Rail Trail
Pastel on Canson Mi-Teintes Drawing Paper - 16 x 20 unframed $150/ 18.5 x 22.5 framed $250. If you are interested in buying this painting email me at my gmail address: lizdayedwards

By the way, I found a blog the other day while looking at art work on Pinterest. I had discovered it while re-pinning a little sketch by Beatrix Potter that they had posted. It is a really fun blog. (A Poem A Day From the George Hail Library - Selected by Maria Horvath)  It features art and poems and it reminded me how much I love poetry but don't read it often. 

Here is one of my favorite poems:

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)