Saturday, June 28, 2008
Finaly finished Do you see the difference?
Ebb Tide said...
Been away for 4 days and didn't have the chance to peek at your blog. Back home today. Thanks for dropping by. The weather is very hot here, about 98 degrees but no fire around yet. Yes, I could see the difference in your finished painting. The composition is more detailed and pink color is more attractive.
8:40 PM
Been away for 4 days and didn't have the chance to peek at your blog. Back home today. Thanks for dropping by. The weather is very hot here, about 98 degrees but no fire around yet. Yes, I could see the difference in your finished painting. The composition is more detailed and pink color is more attractive.
8:40 PM
My Place !
Friday, June 27, 2008
Benito Juarez: Quote for Friday June 27, 2008
(English) Among individuals, as among nations, peace is the respect of others' rights.
(Spanish) Entre los individuos como entre las naciones, el respeto al derecho ajeno es la paz.
-- Benito Juarez
Comments:
Well said, Lloyd.
# posted by SandyCarlson : 8:29 PM
You come up with some great quotes, Lloyd!
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Well said, Lloyd.
# posted by SandyCarlson : 8:29 PM
You come up with some great quotes, Lloyd!
# posted by VioletSky :
(English) Among individuals, as among nations, peace is the respect of others' rights.
(Spanish) Entre los individuos como entre las naciones, el respeto al derecho ajeno es la paz.
-- Benito Juarez
Comments:
Well said, Lloyd.
# posted by SandyCarlson : 8:29 PM
You come up with some great quotes, Lloyd!
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Comments:
Well said, Lloyd.
# posted by SandyCarlson : 8:29 PM
You come up with some great quotes, Lloyd!
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
\\The function of the overwhelming majority of your artwork is simply to teach you how to make the small fraction of your artwork that soars.
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Yet another reminder of how hard we must work to excel! Thanks. I love this painting.
# posted by SandyCarlson : 8:29 PM
Yes, when you see an artists' work that soars, you forget that there is a room full of work that didn't make it as high. The non-artist thinks it is now done so easily, every time. Stupid non-artists!I love the face in this one.
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Yet another reminder of how hard we must work to excel! Thanks. I love this painting.
# posted by SandyCarlson : 8:29 PM
Yes, when you see an artists' work that soars, you forget that there is a room full of work that didn't make it as high. The non-artist thinks it is now done so easily, every time. Stupid non-artists!I love the face in this one.
# posted by VioletSky : 6
The same painting as below after a Dream!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
My critic doesn't like this one!
Surrealism to me has always been the "stuff of dreams." These are the things we see when we close our eyes and drift off to other places. (Michael Meissner)
Sunday, June 22, 2008
”You learn how to make your work by making your work … art you care about -- and lots of it!”
HENRI MATISSE
SandyCarlson has left a new comment on your post " Why should anything that’s worth doing be easy? T...": Wow. That's one powerful face, Lloyd. I wonder what he thinks, what he sees. Where he has been....
SandyCarlson has left a new comment on your post " Why should anything that’s worth doing be easy? T...": Wow. That's one powerful face, Lloyd. I wonder what he thinks, what he sees. Where he has been....
Why should anything that’s worth doing be easy? There are lots of techniques that anyone can learn (such as shading, rules of perspective, color theory) to produce a painting in a relatively short time. But it takes effort to move beyond mediocrity. Great artists can make it look easy, but that 'ease' has, like any great skill, come through years of hard work and practice.
It's true that it takes effort to move beyond mediocrity. Great artist like Vincent Van Gogh spent years learning gow to draw portraits that are not ordinary. He said...."I spent years learning my art so that I could finish my art in just two hours." Your portrait is very powerful and speaks volume about the artist skill and talent.
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Yes both see him well this is Vincent Van Gogh by Vincent Van Gogh
Saturday, June 21, 2008
This is painting by another artist.
Thiw is a painting of my favorite Coffee House. I did not paint it. It is a diifferent style then mine. To see more of this Artists work clink below.
L,Meant to take a photo of the painting of our corner I purchased from the Art Center soiree, but forgot. I promise I'll get around to it.In the meantime you can check out my friend Susan Hong-Sammons's weblog. http://www.hong-sammons.blogspot.com/In it, you find this one: http://tinyurl.com/4jxakn entitled "Crossroads."D.
L,Meant to take a photo of the painting of our corner I purchased from the Art Center soiree, but forgot. I promise I'll get around to it.In the meantime you can check out my friend Susan Hong-Sammons's weblog. http://www.hong-sammons.blogspot.com/In it, you find this one: http://tinyurl.com/4jxakn entitled "Crossroads."D.
SandyCarlson has left a new comment on your post "This is painting by another artist.": That's a lovely painting.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
"An artist must recognize, when he is reasoning, that his picture is an artifice; but when he is painting, he should feel that he has copied nature. And even when he departs from nature, he must do it with the conviction that it is only to interpret her more fully." -- Matisse in his Notes of a Painter, 1908.
Ebb Tide has left a new comment on your post ""An artist must recognize, when he is reasoning, t...": Wonderful and inspiring quote from Matisse. Will be busy painting all day despite of the soaring temperature. Yesterday was 103 degrees here but I didn't feel the heat since I painted indoor w/ air condition.You must have more fun painting since it's cooler there.
Ebb Tide has left a new comment on your post ""An artist must recognize, when he is reasoning, t...": Wonderful and inspiring quote from Matisse. Will be busy painting all day despite of the soaring temperature. Yesterday was 103 degrees here but I didn't feel the heat since I painted indoor w/ air condition.You must have more fun painting since it's cooler there.
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Hi! Look like a thinking woman. This is a wonderful abstract idea. Although it reminds me of some art works by Picasso & Matisse, your comlimentary colors (purple & yellow)are very vibrantand effective. Look
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I see a woman receiving a blessing from a great angel in this one. The Matisse quote and Ebb Tide's remarks are enlightening. Thanks, Lloyd, for ever being a source of enrichment.
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Friday, June 13, 2008
Wolves are hunters; they are adaptable with eyes that absorb their landscape. Be like the wolf. Fascinating and alive with curiosity. (Michael Duncan)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The charm of the season – and the day in particular – is to be found in the union of the two complementaries blue and orange. (Charles Burchfield)
Bubbles
Bubbles 556 Words
Tom Chmura
Franky loved women, big women. He loved to look at them. Except for Bubbles , he’d never really had any affairs. He didn’t care for legs or breasts, just big thighs and huge bubble butts. He would always say he loved the swish of big thighs, silk stockings and high heeled shoes as they thumped across a hard wood floor. Well, Bubbles was big. About 6’2” and 245 lbs, about right for a line backer for a football team. Why, one day when she got mad at a dripping faucet , she turned the handle so hard she twisted it right off the sink.
Franky never told her why he called her Bubbles. She thought it was because her personality was so bubbly. Which it was. But mostly it was because her butt was big. Which it was. He loved to see her as she would walk away from him. To see those huge cheeks rolling under her dress like a well oiled piece of machinery, the hem of her dress shifting up and down as her cheeks rose and fell in harmonic symphony and beauty.
Whenever they would go into a bar, Bubbles would take up two bar stools and Franky would use one. Once the bartender made the mistake of asking Franky to sit on Bubbles lay to save space. Lightening quick Bubbles grabbed the bartender by the throat in an iron grip. The plea for mercy was written on the bar tenders red face and bulging eyes.
Franky truly loved Bubbles and her butt. When she hugged Franky, he could hear his ribs crunch in a fond embrace. When their relationship was two years old, Bubbles told Franky that she was going to Europe to visit relatives. Franky became despondant. Since he was a good sculptor, he made a life-size clay sculpture of Bubbles, big bubble butt and all.
After four months of Hell without Bubbles, she was finally returning. Franky went to the airport to pick her up. While the passengers were disembarking, Franky kept looking for Bubbles. He espied a very tall and statuesque blond woman. Was that his Bubbles?
Franky called out, ”Bubbles! Over here!”
She smiled. Franky was aghast. She must be sick. He thought.
“Oh Franky, I didn’t go to Europe. I went to a fat farm. Now look at me!”
She twirled to show off her new figure.
“I’m appalled. You look sick. You only got half the ass as when you left.”
“B-but Franky. I did it for you. I thought you would be pleased.”
“Pleased, Hell! My Bubbles disappearing!”
Then Frankie’s Bubble burst.
“Damn-it. I reduced just for you. I still got twenty to go. Will you hate me even more?”
“Com’n Bubbles let’s get something to eat and get some meat back on your bones.”
“Got to hell, Franky.”
Bubbles grabbed her luggage and sauntered off. Franky stood silently as Bubbles disappeared.
Well, sir. Bubbles went on to a long, happy and passionate marriage, and Franky?
He joined a Shaker colony making furniture. Even though the Shakers practiced celibacy, they let Franky keep his clay statue of Bubbles in a dark corner of his room. He had it glazed and painted. A fair replica of Bubbles, but I think he added more of Bubbles than was really Bubbles.
END
SandyCarlson has left a new comment on your post "Bubbles ...": Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Goes to show--people see beauty in us we don't see in ourselves. Poor ol'Franky!
We should celebrate the beauty we see in others by sharing what it is we find beautiful.
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Tom Chmura
Franky loved women, big women. He loved to look at them. Except for Bubbles , he’d never really had any affairs. He didn’t care for legs or breasts, just big thighs and huge bubble butts. He would always say he loved the swish of big thighs, silk stockings and high heeled shoes as they thumped across a hard wood floor. Well, Bubbles was big. About 6’2” and 245 lbs, about right for a line backer for a football team. Why, one day when she got mad at a dripping faucet , she turned the handle so hard she twisted it right off the sink.
Franky never told her why he called her Bubbles. She thought it was because her personality was so bubbly. Which it was. But mostly it was because her butt was big. Which it was. He loved to see her as she would walk away from him. To see those huge cheeks rolling under her dress like a well oiled piece of machinery, the hem of her dress shifting up and down as her cheeks rose and fell in harmonic symphony and beauty.
Whenever they would go into a bar, Bubbles would take up two bar stools and Franky would use one. Once the bartender made the mistake of asking Franky to sit on Bubbles lay to save space. Lightening quick Bubbles grabbed the bartender by the throat in an iron grip. The plea for mercy was written on the bar tenders red face and bulging eyes.
Franky truly loved Bubbles and her butt. When she hugged Franky, he could hear his ribs crunch in a fond embrace. When their relationship was two years old, Bubbles told Franky that she was going to Europe to visit relatives. Franky became despondant. Since he was a good sculptor, he made a life-size clay sculpture of Bubbles, big bubble butt and all.
After four months of Hell without Bubbles, she was finally returning. Franky went to the airport to pick her up. While the passengers were disembarking, Franky kept looking for Bubbles. He espied a very tall and statuesque blond woman. Was that his Bubbles?
Franky called out, ”Bubbles! Over here!”
She smiled. Franky was aghast. She must be sick. He thought.
“Oh Franky, I didn’t go to Europe. I went to a fat farm. Now look at me!”
She twirled to show off her new figure.
“I’m appalled. You look sick. You only got half the ass as when you left.”
“B-but Franky. I did it for you. I thought you would be pleased.”
“Pleased, Hell! My Bubbles disappearing!”
Then Frankie’s Bubble burst.
“Damn-it. I reduced just for you. I still got twenty to go. Will you hate me even more?”
“Com’n Bubbles let’s get something to eat and get some meat back on your bones.”
“Got to hell, Franky.”
Bubbles grabbed her luggage and sauntered off. Franky stood silently as Bubbles disappeared.
Well, sir. Bubbles went on to a long, happy and passionate marriage, and Franky?
He joined a Shaker colony making furniture. Even though the Shakers practiced celibacy, they let Franky keep his clay statue of Bubbles in a dark corner of his room. He had it glazed and painted. A fair replica of Bubbles, but I think he added more of Bubbles than was really Bubbles.
END
SandyCarlson has left a new comment on your post "Bubbles ...": Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Goes to show--people see beauty in us we don't see in ourselves. Poor ol'Franky!
We should celebrate the beauty we see in others by sharing what it is we find beautiful.
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Tuesday, June 03, 2008
lonly Dog
Ebb Tide has left a new comment on your post "lonly Dog": Your painting reminds me of our dog (Baby) a beautiful chow-chow, who recently passed away. She died on her sleep while we were out of town. She must have been lonely waiting for our return.
Dog usually crawl away and die alone in dignity it seems. All my life I have not been present when they naturally die. Animal do not seem to understand death aws we think of it. nature allows us life but also death. That is the way of this world. It is beat to remember a heathy dog you had whos sperit you loved!
This is a wonderful painting, Lloyd. I sense the spirit of my dog here, too. I believe animals accept death with grace and dignity, as they accept life and as they accept each of us. Oh, to be like them!
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I am no saying it is nice to have a pet die,but it remind you of a sperit that loved you without conditions. I think that is true love, LLOYD
cotton
Tide has left a new comment on your post " ": I am looking at this painting and noticed that I haven't drop a comment yet. This painting is glowing with complimentary colors like red and green, blue and orange. Your'e becoming an expert on using contrasting colors. I have been using lots of contrasting colors lately on my dozen oil paintings. I am happy with the glowing results. Will post them later on my blog.
Thankyou although thess painting are oly * x 11 they stand out in a large frame. Their colors mak them like little jewels. Your series of color notes have helped me--lloyd
I love the way you create depth in your paintings. I like the suggestion of many, many stories within your works, Lloyd.Thanks for stopping by today.
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"An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all ... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle." -- Cezanne
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I'm loving the boat, Lloyd. And Cezanne was dead on!
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I'm loving the boat, Lloyd. And Cezanne was dead on!
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see a boat on a wave, but I also see a face turning sideways and up to the light.
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What I tried to paint was man inon the boat ina asea of natures sea while the power of the sea creature reans- lloyd
Colour is never a question of quantity, but of choice." -- Henri Matisse
Ebb Tide said...
This is true. Our choice of colors make or break our art works. Matisse was an artist who never bothered to paint the details. He effectively used powerful colors to express his ideas.
9:03 AM
Art is like therapy; what comes up is what comes up. It may be dark, but that's what comes up. You may want to keep some of it in a drawer... but never judge it. (Nick Bantock)
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I enjoy reading your quotes alongside your art. It makes me think more about what I am seeing.and a Nick Bantock quote! I have followed his work in the more than 15 years since I first found him with his Griffin and Sabine series.
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Yes it seems to put more interest in viewing the painting, It makes us think about what we see. Also thanks to your comment i wiill look at the man behind the quote. Be cheery
LLOYD
