Artist’s Account
For many years my medium of choice was a graphite pencil with a good eraser. Black and white imagery was my strength. I was firm in the belief that I did not get along with color. Fine for other artists, but not for me. Once in a while I would apply my monochrome approach to say, a blue and white image, or some other limiting hue. Prodded by my daughter, who has her own artistic talent, and from whom I have learned a thing or two, my work began to include the occasional colored pencil drawing. Kids are good for pushing you out of your comfort zone once in a while. She’s also the reason I tried oil painting, which, not surprisingly, began for me with black and white as well. Working in color ultimately became a gratifying endeavor, complimenting my fascination with attaining likeness in portraiture. Still life endeavors came later, rounding out my personal disciplines.
Navigating Naturalism
I’m not much of a free spirit. I am somewhat chained to accuracy. For me, a naturalistic approach in art provides a measure of familiarity, along with a respectable degree of challenge. I feel anchored and secure with a natural subject, and enjoy working to achieve a heightened interpretation of what I see. In the world of reality, I can observe and recreate light, color, and shadow, and if I am successful, the observer can get an accurate sense of the heft, texture, and volume of what I have translated to my work surface.
Rhythm and Flow
Sometimes, the constraints of the canvas or paper must give way. My artistry has always been a waxing and waning of multi media, going back to days of sculpting, and silversmithing. Though there is always a new craft to lure me, I have landed with satisfying commitment to the tactile and rhythmic work of micro beading as I continue my pursuit of portraiture and illustration. Quite unrelated to natural rendering from life subjects, creating bead patterns, like other subjective design, comes from a different creative vein. Possibilities continue to bloom, while the meditative aspect of the “stitching” process sparks a different set of synapses.
Ropes of Glass