Saturday, December 24, 2011

12.24.2011 ~ she is sensitive to the cold


 elle est sensible ~ au froid
— mixed media on panel  ~  16 x 8 inches
~ copyright dawn chandler 2011
from my New Year card...


Winter 2011/12


On this cold and snowy winter’s night, I find myself thinking of my father....
He had an insatiable passion for knowledge. His whole life he devoted to, among other things, the pursuit of intellectual enrichment. My uncle — my father’s brother-in-law — said of my father, “he was the most interesting person I ever knew. He knew something about everything.” Indeed, rather than a ‘jack of all trades and master of none’ my father seemed to be a master of just about everything he had an interest in — and that was a lot. One need only peruse the vast libraries of books lining the walls of our home for evidence of my father’s rich and varied interests.
    Coupled with his passionate intellectual rigor, my father possessed an unequaled joi de vivre, embracing life with all the energy and enthusiasm he could muster. Walking quickly, muttering to himself snippets of something or another that he was trying to memorize, not a moment could be wasted in his pursuit of knowledge. His “golden years” he welcomed as an opportunity to learn and do yet more. Little wonder then that upon his retirement from pathology at the age of 70, he dedicated much of his attention to learning French. Not a room in his apartment was without identification labels taped to everything: un tire-bouchon
(a cork-screw), les ciseaux (the scissors), la lampe (the lamp). He insisted on wearing shirts with two breast pockets, so that throughout the day as he went through his latest French flashcards, he could easily divide the cards between the two pockets: on his right, the words and phrases he got correct; on the left, those yet to learn.
    My father died this year, and the ache in my heart left by his death echoes with an emptiness and longing that I can hardly describe.

    In early February, when I went to clean out my father’s apartment, despite the staggering sadness of the work, I made many happy discoveries. Among them his hundreds of French flash cards, his unique handwriting scrawled bilingually on either side. Invariably written with a very fine tipped blue ballpoint pen, what these small notes reveal is not just a passion for his favorite of the Romance languages, but little gems of his personality, including his signature delightful naughtiness and good humor:

Il m’est pénible d’avoir à vous dire que le vin est fini.   ~   It is painful to me to have to tell you that the wine is finished.

Les chiens de Paris font leaurs ordures sur le trottoir.
   ~   The dogs of Paris leave [make] turds on the sidewalk.

Sa beauté ainsi que sa candeur m’a frappé.   ~   Her beauty as well as her innocense struck me.

J’ai un engoutment pour le chocolat.   ~   I have an infatuation for chocolate.

 
Je me suis ému parce poème.   ~   I was very moved by that poem.

C’était amusant de marcher dans les flaques d’eau.   ~   It was fun to walk in the puddles.

La femme est bien jambée.   ~   The woman has nice legs.

Le pet malodorant était un action malotru.  ~   The malodorous fart was a vulgar action.

 
Quoiqu’il soit vieux, il a agilité d’un jeune homme.   ~   Although he is old, he has the agility of a young man.



My father’s flashcards now sit in an open box in my studio.
When I created the recent painting pictured here on my New Year card, the painting seemed to evolve on its own. But once finished, I couldn’t think of a title for it. I debated several, but they were unsatisfactory. For weeks I sought a name. 


Then one day, I chanced to pick up one of my father’s flashcards: 


elle est sensible au froid  ~  she is sensitive to the cold.


Eh, Voilà! I found my title!

If you look very carefully, you’ll find these very words written in my father’s handwriting near the top of the painting.





Thus begins a new artistic collaboration between my father and me.
I’m delighted by the concept!
I hope he would be, too.

If you’re curious to see more of our collaborations, you’re welcome to
keep tabs here on my blog   or here, on my website. 


There’s just three of our collaborations completed just yet.
But there will be more.
Many more.

Oh, and my sainted mother? Her spirit’s joining in on the collaboration, too:
That star in the painting is a pendant of hers.






Joy to you in the New Year! May we all live life as fully and with as much joi de vivre as did my Dad.






Thursday, December 01, 2011

12.01.2011 ~ miranda autumn 01

miranda autumn ~ 2011 daily painting 09 ~  6" x 6"  oil on panel ~ copyright dawn chandler 2011

The scene: Based on a photo taken after a cold and windy autumn ascent of Baldy c. 2009. Here we're skirting the south edge of the meadow, walking down, away from the cabin.

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The first day of December and I'm thrilled to be back at work again in my studio. Hard to believe it but I haven't actually painted in a couple of months (!!!) 
And having spent most of this year's studio time focused on mixed media painting, I'm eager to focus on landscape again, at least for a few weeks. I have some ideas brewing for a new series that will combine mixed media with landscape elements, but while I'm working out some of those ideas in my head and sketchbook, I want to use my painting time to bone up on "traditional" landscapes in oil. If nothing else, I want to use up some of the already stretched canvases laying about in my studio.

So the other day I assessed my inventory of oil paint and brushes, found large gaps in my stock, made a list of all that I need (how the heck could I be out of Cobalt Blue? ....Or Veridian....Or Burnt Umber?...Or Pthalo Blue? ....Or...or...6-inch square panels for that matter?!), and set about painting anyway, despite the gaping holes in my supplies.
 

The sigh of delight in painting again was audible (I think my neighbors all looked up as   my whole being exclaimed "HOORAY!!")

Things were off to a great start and this little painting (on the last 6 x 6 panel I could find kicking around my studio) was coming along just fine, but then after a few minutes I noticed I was starting to get too caught up in details. ARGH! I've written about this before, so you long-timers here know how I hate that. When I get caught up in details, the painting starts to look over-wrought and too uptight. What I love is when I can loosen up and let the paint do its thing without over-working it; when the paint suggests something accurately — maybe even with a little bit of ambiguity or abstraction — rather than spelling out every last detail, THAT'S what I love!

A painter who does this beautifully is S.P. Goodman. His paintings simply dazzle me. His sense of color and light combined with is handling of the paint is masterful. There's an economy to his use of paint and a confidence to his brushwork that I envy. Check out his work on his blog: http://spgoodman.blogspot.com. And look at that painting "The Causeway" from November 16th. Is that stunning or what? He provides just enough information to give you the perfect sense of time and space, but no more.
Absolutely breathtaking.

So with my painting above, when I found myself with a very small brush in hand trying to carve out details and the painting already looking over-worked, I took a look at Mr. Goodman's paintings. "Ah, YES!" I grabbed a rag and a much larger brush and smeared and smudged and some paint around. 

Voila! Much, much better!