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Artist Trading Cards and New Picture

Recent art work. all are ATC (Artist trading cards 2.5 by 3.5 inches) except the last.

Love lorn White Donkey pines for the black male, but he only ignores her!
Lovelorn White Donkey on Vermont farm pines for the black male, but he only ignores her!
Birth of Wisdom (Or the Eye is watching you...)
Birth of Wisdom (Or the Eye is watching you…)
Water over the Bridge (a play on the notion that the past should be "water under the bridge.")
Water over the Bridge (a play on the notion that the past should be “water under the bridge.”)
Farmhouse,  where the owners lived, across from where I stayed this summer in Vermont
Farmhouse, where the owners lived, across from where I stayed this summer in Vermont
This is where I stayed last summer, and where I am returning. For a month or two...at least.
This is where I stayed last summer, and where I am returning. For a month or two…at least.
Tidal Wave ATC (Artist Trading Card)
Tidal Wave ATC (Artist Trading Card)
Ghostly Face Trading Card
Ghostly Face Trading Card
The Eye Watches, But Let's Not Say Anything...Shhhh!
The Eye Watches, But Let’s Not Say Anything…Shhhh!

Curling Ocean Waves in Red Room: Painting in Gouache

 Curling Ocean Wave in Red Room - Painting in Gouache
Curling Ocean Wave in Red Room – Painting in Gouache

 

Not sure what to make of this painting, but I enjoyed doing it…What do you think? It is 8 by 12 inches, approximately, in gouache on Ampersand board (essentially gessoed masonite).

Rocking Away a Tidal Wave of Troubles: a Painting

Rocking Away a TIdal Wave of Troubles - gouache on archival mat board scrap
Rocking Away a Tidal Wave of Troubles – gouache on archival mat board scrap. 

I  was told by Marc and Steffie, with whom I am staying, that the sea or water represents the unconscious in some schools of thought. Which certainly makes sense to me, given how I titled this very small painting. I painted the blackbird in the stormy sky last, and can see that as a sort of link between the world of life and death, like Van Gogh’s black birds in the fields in his final paintings. But also the notion that the rocking chair can calm the stormy waters, indeed the raging tidal wave of waters outside the room, so that they become only waves but not so disturbing inside, seems to me significant. So, two questions for the pychologically or analytically minded: Why is the room red, one, and why is the chair empty? (I am serious. If you have any ideas or suggestions, I would be curious and eager for your and any interpretation. No need, just interested.)

In any event, in my sleeplessness last niight, I panicked, because I “knew” I couldn’t paint. so I put aside my decent ampersand boards, coated this bit of matboard with black to “ruin” it first, then just went to town, painting the first thing that came to mind. The chair was in the living room, but the rest was purely my imagination. If I knew what I was doing, I confess I would have painted the chair last, ON TOP of the  background, but of course, I had no idea what I was doing, so I had to paint it and repaint it as ideas came to me…Hence the messiness! Hope you enjoy!