Studio Notes

a pair of geese flew by; outside my studio window; i’m glad elephants don’t fly

A Peek of To Scarlett Thicket Farm

In progress detail of To Scarlett Thicket Farm. Oil on panel, 36 by 24 inches.

In progress detail of To Scarlett Thicket Farm. Oil on panel, 36 by 24 inches.

People aren't interested in blueprints; they want to sense the painter's involvement and pleasure in the subject. . . . Paint a sense of place. — Paul Strisik

Here is a somewhat detail peek of my large in-progress painting, To Scarlett Thicket Farm. Inspired by a friend's photograph, Bob and I drove to this site to see and experience it for myself to get a better sense of this place. I made some reference snap shots for myself and did some compositional sketches back at my studio. What a delightful area. I could easily forget that I am in Chester County, Pennsylvania and pretend that I am somwhere in Southern France which I did for a brief moment.

Bonjour! It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Could you be my neighbour?

"Chicken Foot"

It's actually a turkey's foot, but it's easily mistaken for a chicken's foot. But don't you worry, Big Bird still has both of his feet! Oh, it's better not to know.

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A sense of place

To Scarlett Thicket Farm. Chester County, Penna. Oil on panel, 7 by 5 inches. Sold.

To Scarlett Thicket Farm. Chester County, Penna. Oil on panel, 7 by 5 inches. Sold.

People aren't interested in blueprints; they want to sense the painter's involvement and pleasure in the subject. . . . Paint a sense of place. — Paul Strisik

Things don't stay the same

Nothing stays the same. Even valleys, mountains and canyons are always changing — from billions of years to within a few seconds. So why do we want to describe what we literally see before our eyes? Even visual documentary historians like Ken Burns take some creative liberties to present their stories and yet they are contextual and true. I recall reading somewhere online when someone asked Picasso if he considered his works realism, and his answer was yes. I think he said more than just yes, but I do not remember the source. Anyway, the point is this, what we see before our eyes are always changing. If not by natural forces or ageing, then by our emotional responses to what we see, feel and hear at the moment. Each moment is always different from the previous moment. Things don't stay the same. Sometimes in a blink of an eye, you could miss an entire story.

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Ticks, Chiggers, and oh my. What else do we need to worry about?

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Could you be my neighbour?

I have been posting too frequently, but this past couple of weeks have been quite energising so I have a lot of ideas, experiences and whatnot to share here on Studio Notes nearly every other day. I was going to wait a couple of more days after my last post, but this one could not wait because it is that season again. Anything that has more than 6 legs creeps me out. Let us see, that would be ticks, chiggers, bedbugs, spiders, centipedes, and millipedes. Did I miss anything else? I especially do not like ticks, chiggers, and bedbugs! 

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The Woodshed at Kuerner Farm

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Could you be my neighbour?

Back at the Kuerner Farm to continue with my plein air study of the woodshed. Although this was an 8-week workshop hosted by Karl Kuerner, I wanted to also use it as an opportunity to take more notes for the larger studio painting. I was hoping that the structure would have an exotic sounding name, but it was just, woodshed. Utilitarian, but this is not just any old woodshed, this is the Kuerner woodshed. Yes, splitting hair.

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The Overgrown Backyard

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Could you be my neighbour?

The Overgrown Backyard. Kennett Square. Oil on panel. 14 by 11 inches. Available, $1,540. Please contact me via the Contact link above.

'The Overgrown Backyard. Kennett Square. Oil on panel. 14 by 11 inches. Available, $1,540. Please contact me via the Contact link above.

“I don’t believe any man who ever painted a great big picture did so by wandering from one place to another searching for interesting material. By the gods! There’s almost an inexhaustible supply of subjects right around my back door.”  — N. C. Wyeth