I got to teach again!

Not such a giant deal but I taught a 2 day realistic painting workshop to about a dozen and a half high school kids at The Art Academy. A week long summer program for kids that is independent of the school sort of. It was a Honesdale High School in Wayne County PA. What a great facility they have for the kids there. Many of the kids came from other schools in the Wayne County System. This is a very rural and low income area of the country. But the schools are very good. While most schools are minimizing arts programs Wayne is continuing to support them. They have lots of computers for design and photography, CAD systems, pottery facilities, and presentation tools. I was impressed.

I had be advised that the kids were hard to get to. As are all kids I guess. As old as I am I can still remember being a little prick. It was true they were hard to get to really only wanting to get painting. It was a bit of a physical challenge having to be on my feet for much of the time. My knee doesn't like me much today and forget my feet.

We worked in watercolor which is the preferred medium (it's easy to clean up). But difficult to paint with well. I supplied a bunch of props like old bells, silver cups, fruit and other such things. A couple of kids built still lives but most pulled out their iPhones and painted some image had had stashed there. 

We didn't have the high quality materials but certainly good enough. Some kid were inquisitive, most not. The hardest thing to get across was to let the water do the work and not scrub away at the paper. I introduce the use of the proportional divider. Thanks Mark Carder. One girl actually used it to scale up a drawing from a picture on her phone and did a great job in record time. I was impressed. 3 or four kids did real good jobs. They all tried. One or 2 did really good painting. PICTURES TO COME.

The funny thing I notice was the angst that some of the kids had through the process. Confident their idea would work well to start, struggle and despair as they worked.  Just the same as I do when I work. Hating just before I'm done. And miraculously liked as I finish. Go figure.

Today the local arts association hung  show with one piece from each kid that participated. I hobbled there late this afternoon. It was great a rock band of high school kids and cookies and lemonade.

I have to give great props to Ellen Silberlich the HHS teach who organized and runs this program every year. She is a tireless worker for her kids. She is also a great potter. Her work can be seen here.

http://www.believeinart.com

The proud owner of a new knee

Where the hell has Kingston been for the past couple of months. Knee shopping of course. I found one in just the right color and size and it fits good too. But just like any good pair of new shoes there were a lot of wearing in until it was comfortable. I wasn't able to putter around in the studio or sit at the computer for more than a few minutes at a time. Even if I could my head wasn't clear enough to decide which line went where or  what color to use to gray down that orange. 

I'm just now getting around and thinking somewhat clearly. I'm cleaning palettes and organizing for the next paintings whatever they may be. I have a couple of life drawing sessions scheduled for this week (can't wait).  Oh boy back to work.

I scanned a few of my old Kingston's Boston cartoons from The Real Paper in the late '70s. I thought you might like to see them.

In the seventies I had lived in an old horse and carriage barn on Beacon Hill about 3 blocks from the state house. The barn was the home of Kennedy Studio. We had too much fun. This was one of my first Kingston's Boston cartoons. It's all true. I was making a couple of burgers on my habachi on the roof and all of a sudden scrambling over the roof top were fireman carrying hosed in the full fire fighting gear. When they saw what was going on they had some beers and left. Ha! Please note the beardless character. Yes me without a beard. This was a period when I was truly bouncing on the bottom. One morning I woke up and started shaving. I had such a hangover that I must have felt it might cure it. It didn't.

Street Hawker

In the 1970s the alternative papers were distributed free to the many colleges in Boston. But they were also sold by street hawkers. Old hippie types in the era of yuppies, disco and ever shortening hair. This sounds like someone I know? Oh well. in the later seventies credit cards were becoming common place. Enough said.

In late '77 I sobered up and soon moved of the hill into Back Bay. I had to get away from the fun. Back Bay was a different place. Different demos so to speak. I started bumping into this one homeless guy everywhere I went. I started thinking that maybe he was following me... He had dred-locks and was so greasy dirty and smelly that he controlled his own space for sure. When I moved to Harvard Square... there he was. Spooky.

In 1981 we moved to NYC. I don't know why but I was on 44th near Time Square. There he was my homeless guy. He walked up to me and said "hi!" holding out his hand in greeting? Like I said... Spooky.

 

Painting with plastics...

I've mentioned how my studio is too airtight to paint with oils in the winter. Especially when the temps outside are hovering around zero most of the time. This winter I've been playing with watercolor, gouache and acrylic. Here is a work in progress using acrylic on a panel. 

Dead low tide

Dead low tide

I haven't done an acrylic this big in years. Todays acrylics seem different. More like gouache in its flatness. My studio is so dry that I've had to spray the palette with water every 10 or 15 minutes. I'm happy-ish with it. About 70% done. It's a study in grays.

A real departure in composition style. More lyrical than boxy. Now I have to loose some edges. I only have 3 or 4 days that I can get at it before I trade in my knee.

 

Here is the finish as it is. I took a real different approach to the composition on this. The curves and arcs are the structure of the image. The arcs of the land and water mimic the arcs of the gunnels of the front boat. This was all carefully constructed as a photo comp over the past year. Though it's a  representational or impressionistic reality it's certainly more of an illusion creating the real look. The colors are all grays created by mixing complimentary colors.

Overall as an project I think it's successful. I like it. Is it beautiful art. I don't know. Style wise it's similar to the acrylics that I did early in my career because of the medium. I do prefer Oil or watercolor.

The painting itself took about 10 to 12 hours. That on top of panel preparation, and building the image which actually stared several years ago. I do like that when you look at this from a distance it looks realistic. Up close its a mess.

 

Finish 3.9.2014

A little explanation of the composition

Arcs an diagonals

Arcs an diagonals

I mentioned that this composition is different for me. Usually my compositions are based on rectangular relationships within the defined rectangle. This painting is based on arcs and diagonals. The picture rectangle was defined by the interlocking of the arced shapes.

26.5 x 22

26.5 x 22

This happened unintentionally during the process of cutting and pasting for the photo comp in photoshop. I used a couple of versions of the same shot. Moved boats around. Left out outboard motors. Forced some tonalities. Ending up with an image in the 26.5 by 22 scale.

The arc shapes are all base on arc A defined by the foreground boat's shape. It's an abstract where nature and objects blend. Add the strength of the diagonals and the fact that the objects are boats... how can I go wrong. Most of the time in the process I looked only at the subject matter. The lyrical base composition  was difficult for me. I let it sit for a long time. I had distractions. I made a panel for it and let it sit some more. More distractions. frustrated by distractions I started painting. I used Acrylic for several reasons. Because I was unsure of how to handle the surface. Real or more representational? Acrylics can easily go either way. As I painted i realized the abstract nature of the painting. 

It turned out to be a good painting. Not because of realistic detail but the inference of detail. Not real strong colors all grays. A lot of motion based on the above abstract but not so much that the eye escapes the frame. The main arc shapes support the natural arcs of the objects and nature. 

Okay. This is the result of an unconscious process. Not an unknowing process. Because of many years of being a visual wrist in a lot of disciplines I have internalized many mechanisms. Developed an eye. I finally becoming happy with my eye. 

In a later discussion I muse on the visual eye. How some people have to nurture it and others gifted with it.

Winter is the time for watercolors

Last year when I set up my studio I had no idea how different the season would affect the space. It's in the basement with the east side was a walk to and the west is in the ground. Last summer the humidity was so bad I had to run an air conditioner and a dehumidifier.. On dry days I had the doors open. As the seasons changed and it got cooler and dryer the humidity dropped to low levels. I had to remove the AC because of infiltration.

 Uh Oh! Painting with oils became difficult when the fumes became constant and overpowering. Can't open the windows at 5°.

So Its water painting season. I've done a few small watercolors this season while nursing a bum knee. Not fumes, no stink! Here's one that I just finished from a December start of Trout our Decoverly English Setter.

Watercolor on Arches rough watercolor paper 11 x 14

Apples on Arches rough watercolor

Apples on Arches rough watercolor

There's still a lot of winter left.  I've started a couple of acrylics on panels and have a big watercolor to paint on plate finish. That should take me to mid to late February.  When I can install the AC and get a little fresh air in here. 

Back to work

I haven't been working very much since before Thanksgiving. What with the shortest days of the year, hunting season (a bust), Santa season (several appearances as the jolly old elf and then the holidays. Our cars stopped working in the same week and we had to buy a new one - ouch. For over two weeks I've been laid up with what I hope is simply a torn Meniscus. We'll hear tomorrow and have fixed soon. So I've been really distracted though I have done a couple of watercolors and made some panels. I got a free flat file which has helped me organize my paints, printing papers and prints. I got 3 paintings framed and ready for an office hanging. I worked a lot on the website structuring it for direct sales and have begun categorizing and sorting my older humorous illustrations for a web showing. Time hasn't been totally wasted. 

Here's what I learned while being bored, lame and distracted. I can't just sit and paint. The mental, unconscious process, is the most important part of my painting and I have little control of it. There's no hurrying it. I happens only when i'm not distracted or preoccupied with the mundane. I've been feeling bad about not painting and I shouldn't. The holidays are gone and there's 2 more minutes of sunlight every day.

Bummer. My knee is not so simple.

A new model at Ianni's. 010714

A new model at Ianni's. 010714

Life drawing from Ianni's 010714  • Click to enlarge

Santa season

Yes it's that time of year again. Santa time. Time for me to get dressed in my Santa suit and sit for pictures with little kids in my lap and have our photos taken. This year I have two gigs both for not for profit groups. 

Between now and Sunday I have to make sure that I don't accidentally burn off my beard or get my hair lobbed off by some Delilah. When it's all over maybe the lbs will magically disappear. Ha!

Why am I mentioning this? It's had me itchy for the past few days. It's the end of deer season the woods are all icy and snowy and it cold as a .... you know. So I started a watercolor painting to scratch the itch. It's of my young setter Trout. Trout the dog. I like it it still has a few sessions until it finishes. Paintings finish themselves. Sometime we go too far.

This isn't much of a post. I'm busy. I have to feed the reindeer.

iPhone shot of Trout the Dog a watercolor in progress Dec12/13

Real or repro?

This is going to be a short post. I want to pose this simple question. " Would you rather own an original pairing or a reproduction." 

Maybe it's not that simple. We're talking about my work not Van Gogh. My oils sell for  anywhere from $600 to $3000. I haven't done a reproductions of this years painting because it's almost as much effort and a lot more expense than the original painting. In the past I've made reproductions and made a few bucks. Though with a less expensive option available in the print people mostly chose the print over the painting. I sold a lot of prints and a few paintings. Weighing the cost in time and expense it wasn't so profitable.

So I ask you this. Would you like me to make reproductions of my paints and if so which ones?

Self branding - or - Am I too fat to fit in a tube?

This is a different age we are living in. At least it's different from the age that I grew up in and learned to do business in. It's new but its been changing for a long time. When I was a young illustrator I could call an art director and make an appointment to show my work at just about anytime. It was pretty casual. But it worked. Things changed and after about 15 years the Art Buyer had replaced personal contact with the art director. You didn''t actually see anyone. You dropped your book at a prescribed time and picked it up without seeing a soul. An appointment with the Pope was easier than personal contact. Our work was become brand. The world was moving on. Advertising yourself in industry books like The Black Book, Showcase and others became essential if you were to reach the ever more insulated creators within the publishing and advertising firms. Not only did you need a style but also a look for your ad. And it got expensive. Very expensive and even more impersonal. I missed those personal days of selling my art. Gradually my career changed and became a creative consultant. Regular pay pretty much. The illustration world was crumbling, the world was passing it by. 

In 2003 I renewed my artist life showing at Outdoor Juried Art Fairs in the Northeast and Florida for 4 years. It was up close and personal. I could talk to hundreds of people about my work over a weekend show. I had only moderate success but it was personal  and I liked it. 

selfportrait.jpg

Time marches on. I've been able to paint for almost a year now. I'm feeling better about my painting. but how do i create the personal thing.  I've build this website, added e–commerce. I've been following a fabulous Dutch plein air painter on YouTube for a while, Roos Schuring. She is convinced that social media is the way to create a network to sell more work. I've been sticking my toes in the social waters and find it kinda fun. Its not personal as Art Fairs or my early days of illustrating but the weather isn't as much of an issue either. I've come in contact with a lot of new people. Maybe only a hundred characters at a time but still it's communication and I have more time to paint, hunt and fix flat tires. I see this time as an evolution. Social is almost personal. It's more personal than dealing with a corporate art buyer.

I started this blog to communicate who I am to people who might be interested in my works. I don't know how successful it's been so far but my numbers are creeping up. I don't believe in art as a commodity. By that I mean manufactured and faceless. Good art always has a personality behind it. People are as much interested in the person as their art. 

Oboy Pie 2 Uh Oh!

Stupid me I deleted my post. So much profundity lost. It's a tragedy. Anyway heres the final result.

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Eureka

While empty a storage unit I found a trunk that I couldn't remember. After a week or so I realized that it might be my missing illustrations from The Real Paper era of my career. 1974-1981.  

Yesterday I retrieved that trunk. It was. It was! I hadn't seen this stuff since we moved out of our 31st street apartment. For a long time it was good riddance. Over the past 5 years or so I found myself thinking about these images. 

I've had a few that had been held out of the pile to remind me what how great those times were, and tough. But the humor. Good old fashioned humor. The fun.

Here is the link to a page I build on the site that will explain and chronicle the images.
http://jimkingston.com/the-70s-and-80s

 

Watch this space

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