Dream Work (of a Different Kind): Part I

          My husband had a fairly substantial outbuilding when we were in Texas.  There was room for his power tools and lumber stash.  We had hoped that he could down-size to just the 3rd bay of our three-car garage. 

          He couldn't:  No room for him AND a project and a table saw and router.  Plus garages are impossible to heat and get too @#$%d cold for any non-Eskimo do any wood working from October to May.  That's a lot of months to not know what to do.  A lot of months to try to entertain a bored husband. 

So we chose to fore go a vacation, cruise and shopping binge or two or three and build him a REAL woodworking shop.  He spent hours dreaming in front of his computer using 3D construction programs and thinking about what we wanted/needed. Then we spent hours getting a home improvement loan.  (If you have a choice between your local bank where they KNOW you and a big national one that is still freaked out by Federal punishment for credit default swaps, use the local one!  It'll be easier.

 Anyway, we broke ground a couple of weeks ago.  Literally.

It was pretty amazing what the construction crew leader could do with the back hoe.  Sometimes it seemed as big and out of control as a giant dinosaur. 

 But eventually a rectangular sub-floor began to appear.  They have to dig deep here in New Hampshire to make sure they are below the frost line.  (I think the dirt freezes down to a four foot depth. Makes me glad that flower bulbs only have to go down 6 inches!)

 They brought in framing boards in preparation for pouring the foundation.
At the end of the day they had to get the back hoe on the trailer.  Again there were times when it was about as graceful as a hippo out of water.  Its treads didn't look guaranteed to keep the machine balanced as it lumbered up the ramp.

 The operator got some help from the trailer driver so that he didn't drive off the trailer bed!

 The operator turned the top part of the back hoe 180 degrees and used the scoop to gently, VERY gently lift up the tread extensions.  The scoop that had been pounding into stoney soil was as gentle as a child stroking a kitten.

 

 Then he used the scoop to fold up the tread AND the extension.  (Think of Transformers doing origami...)

 I think it was the next day that they poured the cement.  (Cement trucks in New England look backwards to me! But for the operator to face the same direction as the cement is going makes a lot of sense!)

 In short order the foundation and footing was poured.  I've heard it takes 20 years for cement to harden completely.  But it got hard enough just sitting there over night.

I had that medical stuff going on while they were framing the walls.  And I slept too late to get pictures of them putting up the gable and framing the rafters.  The crew was only three people.  Two guys and a gal.  All were hard workers, strong and full of stamina. One of them brought his American Pit Bull with him.  That was on a hot day and the dog napped in the shade by the flower bed all day.  The dog was happy to let me scratch his ears though.  At one point the crew had used all the water they brought in their cooler.  We invited them to come in and get cold water from the refrigerator.  I got to see (most of) their tattoos up close.

 When it was time to put the shingles on, it was the sane two guys and a new fellow.  I guess the gal doesn't do shingles.
They were good to watch.
It wasn't just their expertise that made them good to watch. If they hadn't been playing top 40 on their radio, and if it had been Tchaikovsky, and they were wearing tights... it would have been like a ballet.

                 They put all the shingles on in just one day.

                 I think the next step is for the Newton Fire Department to come and flood the sub-floor so that the dirt settles before the Sheetrock and siding go up.

 Besides Siding, windows and a door, I'm not sure what all is left for them to do.  When they are done, DH will do the wiring, get the electrical inspection, install the heater and start MAKING STUFF.

I told him that if he doesn't use it more than once a week, I might just move all my painting and craft supplies into it.  I bet it would be better motivation if I bought him a coffee pot and a little refrigerator of his very own. He's already said he'll move our small love seat out there so he has a comfy place to read..  Talk about a man cave!
Ain't Nobody Happy if Daddy Ain't Happy!'

A New Way to Observe, then Irony of the Eye

I had the opportunity and pleasure to take a two day workshop at the Rockport Art Association (on Cape Ann in Massachusetts) from Lisa Daria Kennedy.   She has been painting DAILY PAINTER paintings for 1550+ consecutive days!!  The blurb for the class indicated that she would do everything she could to inspire US to begin to do the same. Since I can't think of anything important I have done for that many days in a row, I had my doubts.  But what she said in her introduction made a lot of sense.  If you are going to paint everyday, it probably needs to be 

•  Economical in cost
• Economical in effort (set up and clean up)
• Economical in brush strokes
• Economical in time

I spend a smallish fortune on equipping myself to paint with acrylics (I usually use oil).  I could NOT see having numerous WET oil panels sliding around the back of my car... and I don't have a wet panel carrier that would carry the 10 panels (6x6) that she asked us to bring, anyway.

So, encouraged to "make our marks" and "make ourselves known" we began.

First we set up a little something to be our subject.  Some people brought fruit, others flowers or objects from their purse.  My ubiquitous sheep statues didn't seem up to par, so Lisa shared a Gerbera, some roses and two other nifty green and growing things that I don't know the names of.

I turned it around to find its good side, and found a piece of material to put under it...

And then we were instructed to divide a sheet of Dura-Lar into two 6x6 squares and then divide one of those into quarters.

6x6 is small enough to be economical in all of the ways mentioned above.  Lisa had a huge stack of Masonite squares that she shared with us... as well as Dura-Lar sheets.

We drew thumbnails.  This was supposed to calm any nervousness we might have about painting directly RATHER THAN SKETCHING ON THE CANVAS first.

 So we thumbnailed and used the cool view finder to try out varying compositions.  THEN we picked a part of our set-up and did a teensy version on the Dura Lar.  Painting on Dura Lar reminded me of driving on black ice.  Slippery, unpredictable and pretty exciting.

After doing some 3x3 warm ups, we advanced to 6x6, still on Dura Lar. We were encouraged to tone the painting surface with red or yellow.

 It was fun seeing the various set-ups emerge in varying styles.

 It seems to me that everyone pretty much knew what they were doing, even though everybody had their own areas of expertise or preference:  oils or acrylic or watercolor; landscape or floral or figurative, representational or not.

Lisa told us to be sure and change the paint on our brush on every third stroke OR LESS.  This keeps the hues varied.  But it was hard to remember to do it!

 We mixed as many gray hues as we could in the time she gave us.  This was very helpful in shading the objects in our set ups... Shadows, after all, aren't just variants on black and white.

 It was gratifying to watch my observational AND painting skills improve as the day went on.











 Even with ample breaks to feed the ubiquitous parking meters of Rockport, and lunch, I was drained and tired by our 4 pm end of session.  I was VERY happy with Lantana House... a B&B practically next door to the RAA.  Turns out that two of my class mates were staying there, too. But I crashed, napped, walked for an ice cream by the harbor, then returned to my room and watched the second match of the Stanley Cup Finals.

 The print of the blonde playing the piano was vaguely familiar and definitely pleasant.  I did a little research and discovered some info about the painting and the painter.

 "Moment Musicale"Marguerite Stuber. Pearson  1898 - 1978

           
Marguerite Stuber Pearson was a firm proponent of the Boston School tradition, characterized by the mastery of academic technique and the selection of traditional subjects of portraiture, figures in interiors and still lifes.  In her debut exhibition at the Guild of Boston Artists in 1931, one reviewer happily reported that her paintings were “executed in the best Boston School tradition.”  Upon seeing the show, Edmund Tarbell (1862-1938) wrote to Pearson, “We are glad that you stick to the Boston tradition, and we look to you to uphold it, which you have more than done and are still doing.”
Pearson grew up wanting to become a concert pianist, but in 1915 she contracted polio during a summer vacation in Maine.  During her recovery she took drawing lessons from Boston illustrators Charles Chase Emerson (1871 - 1921) and Harold N. Anderson (1894 - 1973).  In 1919 Pearson embarked on the rigorous seven year painting course at the Museum School, where she received criticisms from Frederick Bosley (1881 - 1942), Philip Hale (1865 - 1931) and Tarbell.  She worked and taught in a fourth-floor studio in the Fenway Studio building and began to spend her summers in Rockport. There she painted with Aldro Hibbard (1886 - 1972) and expanded her repertoire to include landscapes of Cape Ann.  In 1942 she moved to Rockport to live year-round and became an active member of the Rockport Art Association.  Today she is well known for her pictures of women playing musical instruments in elegant, light-filled interiors.

 Sunday morning began with fresh fruit and granola at Lantana House and then we dove into the study of VALUES.  Lisa gifted us with 10 level value scales in black and sepia.  She showed us how to use the view finder to compare our subjects (we had strawberries, now!) with our paint hues.

To drive home the importance, we painted this set up in shades of gray.  There may have been 50 shades... or more, or less.  We did one that was mostly light, and another that was (supposedly) mostly dark.

 Since she has done so many of these daily paintings, Lisa said she rarely got nervous about the demonstration part of her teaching.

 Then we made our own graded shades for the predominant color of our painting.  Since it was strawberries, it was mostly RED.

But prior to putting any of that red on the canvas, we mixed a very dark Dark (Pthalo Blue and Alizarin Crimson) to paint any shape that was in shadow.  This magically insured that there were darks and lights in the finished panel, rather than a muddy mish mash of middle values.

 Then we did "just one more" trying to stick to 30 strokes or less and remembering everything else she had taught us:  the three stroke rule, make a variety of marks.

Both mornings she arrived bragging that she had painted her daily painting starting at 5 a.m.  (Nobody, including her dog, was awake at that hour... it was just her, her mug of coffee and the paint).

My palette even looked different than usual.

I've gotten to the easel two days in a row.
The first day I corralled a bowl of fruit (and an onion).
I'm pretty happy with the result.

 I toned a canvas for the next day.

I woke up today with Pinkeye, conjunctivitis, allergies, or SOMETHING...Perhaps foolishly, I put my contacts in anyway and got part of a painting started before I had to leave for a meeting.  I'm waffling about a break of dawn painting session tomorrow... but why not?  They say that suffering for your art is a good thing. Maybe tomorrow I'll just paint the onion... OR pick some of the poppies/dianthus that are blooming in the yard.  THEN go to the eye doctor.

If you ever have a chance to study with, or listen to Lisa Daria Kennedy, run, don't walk to do so.  She is generous, kind, knowledgeable, fun and funny.  If she teaches in Rockport again, take plenty of quarters or plan on a florescent orange $15.00 parking ticket.  :-(