Thursday, November 10, 2011
Rocks and Hearts
This morning I decided to work on a painting that I started when we were in Ogunquit, Maine a couple of summers ago.
I love rocks. I love hearts. I guess it should be no surprise then that I love heart-shaped rocks. I originally had two rocks in my painting but found a third small one this morning in my rock collection and so added it to the composition. They look like they belong together--a family of rocks, a family of hearts. I like the symbolism.
As I was working today, I was feeling the echoes of another painting I did a long time ago. I dug it out so that you can see it. It's actually half a painting. I did it from some photos that my brother took many years ago when he worked for a week or so in Pond Inlet, a remote Inuit community on the northern shore of Baffin Island in Nunavut. (He was there as part of his medical residency. He's a psychiatrist.) I was very unhappy with the top part of the painting, the water, so I cut the painting in two. I don't remember ever having done that before but it worked: I was happy with the rocks, spent a good deal of time painting them and there was enough interest in them for them to be the focal point.
To give credit where credit is due, my daughter Emma took the photo of me working in my studio.
(I have retaken some of the photos I took yesterday. I may post them in yesterday's post--a before and after--or in a new one. I'm making some progress working with my new camera.)