Do you Paint from Family Photos?
The reference photo for the art above was snapped in the mid 1970’s, in the rural Connecticut home my father grew up in. My grandparents bought & renovated the house in 1944, when it had already lived a full life as Old Meadowbrook Farm – a Country Inn and gladiola farm in the late 1800’s.
This monotype, in it’s beginnings, with my reference photo on the right. The image was drawn in water-soluble crayon on a sheet or prepared plexiglass, and printmaking inks were painted in layers on the plexi.
Images are Already Familiar
The view of rolling green hills dented with a thumb-print of a pond, and the pool where I learned how to swim are still there after all these years. (I’ve zoomed in and sighed relief while searching on google maps.) The main floor and upstairs were made from creaky, wide plank wood floorboards, with square-head nails. (Try as we might, it was impossible to sneak up on anyone at Nana’s.)
A massive stone fireplace in the center of the house featured grouper-mouth openings in five rooms, upstairs and downstairs. Potted clusters of geraniums were all pulled into the sunporch from the back yard to hide from New England winters. I used to water the plants in the winter while my grandparents stayed in Florida. The smell of geraniums still takes me back to this sunporch.
Harvest the Good Stuff
Like a lot of people,there are chapters of my childhood that are best forgotten, but Meadowbrook was a respite – rotating with gathered friends & family, circling around hearty, Italian meals, entertained by visiting cousins,dogs, birds and rival siblings. We watched over my grandfather’s shoulder while he whittled figures from wood, or assembled mechanical contraptions from his machine shop at the kitchen table.
The mind swells with wonderful memories while painting from family photos; the time to reflect is heart-felt and the recollections are solid enough to lean your whole weight against, even in vaguely recalled sensations. If the photos were taken before your time, there’s enough genetic recognition of facial structure, carriage and environs to provide familiar, pre-studied painting subjects. Each photo holds clues about your family’s beginnings & their youth. Plus, the leap frog nature of family resemblance is always entertaining.
Lighten Your Grip, Francis
The added benefit in the art-making is this; there is just enough of the creative mind occupied with remembrance & family history to free the poor hand, straining with painting things in or out, mixing color & values, so the pre-occupied mark-making is less stressed & more fluid. Two lovely activities simultaneously: making art and harvesting good memories from old family photos. It makes me appreciate the sweet life I live now – with my artist’s-brain, working-hands and a fully-awake heart.
Do you use family photos in your artwork?
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However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man’s abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.
~Henry David Thoreau