Refining Acrylic Paintings

Following a 'friends' art day' I have been refining acrylic paintings straight from my walls.

The piece that got the bulk of the refinement was this one which has been re-named Big Dream, Big City. Do you see a cityscape in it too? I always loved the colors in the original, but felt it was too flat. It now has depth and is much more exciting.

After:


Before:


Here is City Night before and after. Not as much refinement on this one, but I think it is a little spiced up from the original. I also added some foil gold to the yellow rectangle, something I always thought it needed. Along with that I streaked some gold lines into it and some small gold dots in the yellow spatters. The top photo of City Night is the 'before'. The three lower images of it depict its colors in the sunlight, on my wall, and a more detailed view of it. (Click on images to see slightly larger.)





The lighter version was photographed in sunlight. The darker version is how it appears on my wall.

This post really began on April 12th with Voulez-vous. Here is the completed painting from my April 12th post.



I'm not sure that it's complete yet. My original intention had been to cover up the lettering and have it as a peek-a-boo element of the background, but instead I enhanced the lettering making it darker and sharper. I may add some jazzed writing in a light color under the navy lettering to make it a more calligraphic piece.

All of the 'afters' have received many coats of gloss varnish. This makes photographing them more difficult...lots of sheen.

A future post will take a painting from start to finish and includes the refinements I made last week.





by Jan Hurst

Glen Epstein's Gift

Today I want to show you Glen Epstein's gift to me and tell you a story about it.



(If anyone knows how I can get my images to show up larger here, please let me know. In the meantime, clicking on them will make them slightly larger.)

Several years ago I assisted Diana Hutchison in planning a calligraphy retreat at Stone Rest Retreat Center in southern Indiana. The site, owned by one of Diana's long time friends, is fantastic - a huge rustic looking residence with all modern amenities. The surroundings are very much conducive to great work and great fun. The instructors were Steve Skaggs and Eliza Holliday, and the invited participants included the inimitable calligrapher Glen Epstein of Iowa.

I was looking through my notebook from that retreat last week and was surprised at the depth of the instruction - and the quality of work I had done, including writing exercises that brought out our thoughts and feelings about our surroundings. One of the exercises in this well-rounded experience was to paint strokes of acrylics onto a piece of canvas. Glen gave his to me. I had forgotten all about it. It was in that notebook and I decided to frame it to hang on my studio wall. And therein lies the rest of the story.

I took last week's unfinished painting and the gift from Glen with me when I met Diana one day last week, but when I brought them out of my car to show her, Glen's piece was missing. I searched the car over, and carefully thought of every move I'd made between leaving my house and opening that car door. When I got home I hoped to find it on the garage floor, and further hoped that I hadn't backed out over it and that it would be found unharmed. Glen is deceased, was a sweet friend to me, and I really wanted that remembrance of him. Unfortunately, the garage floor was bare. My husband's car was gone, so I hoped he'd found it and had taken it into the house. Not there.

I had placed my painting with Glen's canvas nestled in the frame of it on the trunk of my car when I'd unlocked the door. Could the canvas have remained on the trunk when I picked up my painting? If so, perhaps it had blown off as I backed out of my driveway. I got into the car to retrace my path. Not at the driveway. Not at the mailbox. Not along the street to the stop sign. I made the left turn to the main street nearby thinking I'd have picked up speed then and perhaps it had blown off then. Alas, I didn't see it there either. I drove to another street on my path before giving up the search and turning my car around. I did keep my eyes peeled for any sign of it on my way back home. Near the stop sign at my street I spotted a piece of paper in a yard. Could that be it? I backed up for a closer look. 'It COULD be,' I thought. I pulled into a stranger's driveway, ran to the yard and retrieved the scrap 'paper'. It was Glen's gift, unscathed in the damp grass. Persistence and sleuthing paid off. I'm glad I found it. I have to think Glen would get a giggle out of it.

Diana is coming over to paint with me this weekend, and I will be finishing last week's painting.



by Jan Hurst

I'll Be Home for Christmas

I've never been away from home at Christmas, but that song always makes me wistful. Maybe that had something to do with my sudden urge to make these little (4 x 4 x 1 1/2") house collages on canvas this week. They were fun to do. I think I'll continue with the small canvases, but move to different subjects. I think I'll try embellishing some too. I may add buttons, spool feet and handles, etc. to some mini collages, and may do some on wood blocks too.

Here is a photo of a trio of the houses I'm calling "It Takes A Village". Unoriginal, but I like it.

This is the first one I did.

For this one I added a little bird cut from a fairytale book page.

For this house, I went to the split-level and evergreen trees. It's fun creating my own neighborhood.

And here is the image I used on my Christmas card this year. When I saw the small 8th century statue, Flight to Egypt, in an ancient cathedral in Moissac France this summer I knew I wanted to take a photo of it for my card.

Merry Christmas to all, and Peace on Earth.

My new color palette?

The last three paintings I've done are in this same palette. I think I've finally found the color scheme for redecorating my living area.



Actually, this one started out to be a calligraphed piece. Unfortunately I had started lettering directly onto the canvas with Sumi ink in a Speedball pen. Looked pretty good. When it was dry I painted over it with white acrylic. Thus the gray-streaky area. I took it outside...today was beautiful with lots of sunshine...and sprayed it with fixative in an attempt to save the black dividing lines and the remaining section of lettering. Everything worked well until I painted over the last section of lettering. Yikes! More darned grayness. Because this lettering wasn't as dense, the gray was splotchy rather than striated. I added more aqua to the paint and was happy to still be able to see a hint of lettering coming through. Re-coated the dividing lines and added the small circles in two sizes. I think it's done, but I'll wait a while to varnish it.