11 and 14 yrs old children from Hissar, Bulgaria made this drawings for the Project Happiness without smoking – smoking is a big problem in Bulgaria.
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11 and 14 yrs old children from Hissar, Bulgaria made this drawings for the Project Happiness without smoking – smoking is a big problem in Bulgaria.
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The great and legendary blue grass guitarist Doc Watson died this week at the age of 89. I saw him perform once about 10 years ago at the Village Vanguard in the west village and it was a truly memorable performance. This is a painting I did over an old monotype of a dog, which I suppose is apropos, considering his blindness and the hang dog blues he sometimes played on his Gibson. It’s a distorted image and not a great likeness, but here’s to Doc.
Doc Watson, oil over monotype on paper, 10″ x 18″
After getting all jazzed up last week about the new materials and all that color and pattern oh how exciting because boy don’t I love new challenges, went upstairs, spread everything out, and picked…
that.
It’s so boring. And if you add a swipe of teal in there it becomes the exact same color scheme as the Ramada Inn circa 1984. I think I must have been terrified when I was looking down at everything, all those pieces, 87 total, and just selected the colors that were safest to me. On the other had there were some successful elements, it was another clarification of how the white thread changes and pulls together the designs, and the actual sewing of the shapes came much ore easily. Not sure if it is worth finishing though.
To Whom It May Concern,

You may or may not recall a post I published last fall with some fairly atypical (for me) work. Well, I’m still making that work, albeit sporadically. These are a couple of pieces from that series that I finished the other day. Both are acrylic on really nice, archival mat board.

When I have enough of these (in about thirty or forty years) I’m going to transform my under the front stairway closet into a gallery, plaster them all over the walls and have a party. Leave your address in the comments below if you’d like me to send you an invite. The postcards are sure to become collectors items in century or so. Trust me, you’ll want one. I’m not collecting addresses to sell. Really.
Sincerely,
Steph
As some of you may know, I am experiencing two significant moments of my life (adopting/becoming a parent and going back to school), and this has made it very difficult to continue to post my weekly contributions to d’Arte Board. So, with some regret, I am resigning from my post at this blog. I have made several excellent friends, and many more interesting acquaintances, through d’Arte Board, and I hope that you all will follow my much less frequent posts to my personal blog, Hours of Idleness.
Nonetheless, I have invited my friend, Galina Todorova, to take over for me. Galina is a noted painter who lives and works in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. Her posts will begin next Friday, so please show her some support. I have spent many long hours discussing painting with her, and I feel like her points of view and passion for art will be a welcome addition to d’Arte Board.
I have included a few examples of her work after the jump–> Read more »
These colors and patterns made me uncomfortable.
But of course that was the point, right? Previous efforts in this collab have been in my color/pattern safety area, nice and neutral. Puzzling this one out was fun, working hard to keep the chaos of the free shaped forms in some harmony with the rigidness of the lines, fearing muddled results otherwise.
I don’t usually use these colors, or stripes either, and that two pages were so similar in color made an easy choice to flip one horizontally to give the forms some definition against each other. The opposite approach seemed fitting to handle the black and white, syncing up the lines where possible so vertical structure could be created,but none of it was working until the stitching was added, giving the eye just enough of a break to navigate it all.
I think.
I mean I hope. Did it sound like I knew what I was talking about up there?
That was an honest reflection of the decisions that went into it, but it’s all new, new materials, new techniques, so it’s still pretty mysterious. But I want to make more, so I figure it must be the right track.
By the way, the title came from a random thing on the bottom of my computer, but it seemed to fitting, so I followed instructions.

27 x 23 x 5 inches
mixed media on cradled panel
Let’s see now, what to say about this. How about it’s not finished yet, but it’s starting to make me grin. I hope that thing that sometimes happens where I show an unfinished piece and then lose interest in it doesn’t happen this time.
Thanks for looking!
-Steph
Last week I posted a WIP and this week I post the finish, which isn’t much different. I made a few tweaks here and there; I took a more accurate photo. Tell me what you think.
Pheromoning, oil on canvas, 36″ x 62″




And I think that’s the end of the violence today. Thanks for looking!
-Steph






Ayep. Maybe I’ll post some more later.
-Steph
So on. I need to cut back on these. I ended up with a stack of 40 or 50 to scan last week, and it’s absurd.
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until next week (i hope only until next week or i’ll implode). i’ve had a few visits to the studio, yet they yielded only a few scribbles which i won’t torture you with. hopefully soon i’ll return to a more consistent studio practice with samples.
in the meantime, here’s a link to mark bradford’s work at the san francisco museum of modern art









-Steph
Pieter Hugo, Cape Town, 2004 (click pic to go to his website)
Photography’s strength is not in straight, historical documentation. This is because photographic truth is always a distortion of reality. To accept the reality inside a photograph as actual reality is to negate the unique and important relationship between the photographer and the viewer. Pieter Hugo has added, saying, “The power of photography is inherently voyeuristic, but I want that desire to look to be confronted.”` This is an attitude with pedigree; one which many photographers, as opposite as Graciela Iturbide and Ansel Adams, adhered to in some degree, but Hugo pushes the example one step further. In the photographs of his home continent of Africa, Mr. Hugo seems to question the role of his viewers (and himself) in the situations that he photographs, and although his images often seem exotic, it is impossible to avoid experiencing an underlying human connection to the pictures. In an Aperture story“ on the photographer, Bronwyn Law-Viljoen quoted the novelist John Fowles to explain this phenomena: “All human modes of description (photographic, mathematical…) are metaphorical. Even the most precise scientific description of an object or a movement is a tissue of metaphors.”“` Law-Viljoen commenced to add, “Hugo understands that a photographic metaphor, a way of describing something through reference to something else, is created as much by the elements inside the frame of the image itself as by the carefully chosen distance, what I have called the critical zone, from the photographer’s lens to his subject. It is within this zone that Hugo maneuvers through the muddy waters of political engagement, documentary responsibility, and the relationship of these to his own aesthetic.” Read more »