Chesapeake 3.25 x 3.75 Graphite on Mylar
We were floating on the Chesapeake Bay, on a 31 foot Cape Dory Sail Boat with friends who are more like family – over twenty five years ago – when I snapped the reference photo for this drawing. She’s on the bow of the boat, dreaming of dolphins and bioluminescent dinoflagellates sparkling off the hull of the boat at night. I have loved the light and the peaceful slumber captured in the image all this time, and I still stop and smile every time I flip through the photos from that chapter in my life.
I’ll have two pieces (see below) exhibited in the First Annual Works on Paper Group Show “Delicate & Dazzling” at Laura Segil Fine Art in Old Town Monrovia (CA, 91016) July 10 – Aug 7. The Artists’ Reception is this Saturday, July 10 from 5:00 – 7:00pm. Come and say hello.
Arzelia at Sixteen (Monotype & Waercolor)on the left, and Nested (Watercolor on paper) on the right, will both be shown at Laura Segil Fine Art.
This past March, I started an informal survey of all the art I’ve collected online; one piece with each new blog post. This whimsical little graphite drawing was purchased in 2006 on Ebay from Bulgarian Artist Aleksandar Aleksov – known as Sasho. I should have scanned it before I framed it, because this scan from his cafe press shop where I pulled this image doesn’t do the drawing justice. The detail in the original is beautiful, and incredibly delicate. My affinity for books, cats, birds and European flavored story-telling are all sewn up neatly in this simple but enchanting little piece of art. It hangs near my desk in my studio, and I love it. You can see more of Sasho’s originals & prints in his Cafe Press Store, and his Etsy Shop. Happy shopping. 🙂
One can always acquire the additional knowledge and information that go into the production of a work of art, but – and I insist on this point – no will, no perseverance, no obstinacy during one’s later years, can ever make good a lack of practice. And is there any anguish like that of the artist who feels the realization of his dream compromised by the impotence of his execution?
~William Bouguereau 1885