A spot I worked on recently for Natrol Melatonin. I've never in my life felt like this woman... It's why God gave us coffee.
Have I ever been to the Ren faire? Funny you should ask...
Faber-Castell Pitt Oil Pencils on Strathmore Tone paper, based off an old travel photo - I've always liked someone who could pull off a good belt buckle grab...
This weekend I began taking seriously the notion of decorating my studio - now that I've had some time (a year...) to settle in, which led me to pull out the large trove of drawings and paintings I have by my Great Grandmother Ann Riley, thinking I'd have a few framed.
I spent a few hours on the floor pouring over sheaf after sheaf of century-old paper (remarkable paper too - toothy and leather soft - unlike any made today) and found it such a personal way to connect to an ancestor - to touch a piece of art they made, a record of what they saw, how their hands moved...
I grew up looking at Ann's paintings (the only original artwork hanging in my parent's house) - being told as I developed an aptitude for drawing that the artistic gene ran in the family - but until a few years ago, I hadn't seen most of the extant work of G.G. Ann, which include many paintings completed in her maturity, but also a huge amount of student work, sketches and studies.
I was, very fortunately, given these drawings to safeguard by my cousin Elizabeth Riley Bell, the educator and Scotch expert (a taste for which is another gene that seems to run in the family...). Smartly, Elizabeth retains the true masterworks of Ann's oeuvre, which she kindly allowed me to photograph - and perhaps I'll eventually share some here.
However, it's these pencil drawings that I reached to as I cast about for something to adorn my walls. I've had, each time I look at these images, the most profound sensation - one of conspiratorial intimacy with the artist (the telepathic quality of viewing observational art - seeing through someone else's eyes) - of admiration at the skill and precocity of such a young woman (she was 19 when she completed many of these) - and a sense of my own smallness yet belonging in time (which is, after all, what family and history give us) - but most remarkably, an uncanny recognition of myself, like a shared family handwriting quirk, in the mark making of this woman, who died before I was born, and yet without a doubt, perceived as I do and responded with the same inclination toward hatching, value assignment and shorthand.
This is something I've never felt looking at another artists drawings - as though I'd drawn it myself and forgotten I'd done so. Its a dreamlike illusion. It feels like a strong argument for nature over nurture - even in the arts, which are so dependent on practice and attention. We certainly have many differences as artists, her strengths are not necessarily mine, and vice versa - but there's a similarity I can't ignore and I have to conclude its a comforting feeling. Art is so often about being alone - feeling alone. Great grandma Ann's art makes me feel less alone - and that is a profound epitaph for any artist.
I'd love to write up a more complete biography of Ann someday - She led a remarkable life, not only traveling and teaching as an artist, serving as a leader in the arts in her community and of course painting, but also raising 3 boys through the ordinary trials of life and the unique torments of the mid 20th century (All 3 went to war and her oldest son died fighting in the Pacific). But today - I just want to share a few of her drawings and describe some of the reactions I've had living with them and the connections they stir in me.
I hope you can feel some of the same things I do when you see them.
I created this illustration in support of the Electoral College Petition and their efforts to enlist electors to vote their conscience on December 19th. Happy to see it heading their Change.org post today! I hope terribly that posterity considers my take hysterically dystopian and not sickeningly prescient. Time and our actions will tell.
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Keepin' the social media spiffy:
On the persistence of thought contained in a wall of books and the circles they can draw in our minds.
A little speedpaint to start the day:
I would have posted another, but I accidentally saved over it... super profesh... (Oh well, we're all fountains anyway...)
Great Bell spot I worked on for The Mill NY:
And apparently I'm to blame...
Here's a page I was commissioned to create for an upcoming adult coloring book - I'll share the link soon! (I may even share my own color version... although I use a wacom)
H knew he should never bet a quadratic irrational on the second flop, but H was never a baby to play into an opponent's expectations...