Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Curiosity or Truly Sadness?


Curiosity or Truly Sadness?....I was on my way home from work the other day and as usual I'm in the habit of taking a less traveled route home if one is available. Living where there is still plenty of country back roads, it's not difficult to find a scenic or quiet road where nature is abundant and varied.

On this particular road there are swampy overgrown areas with cattails and wild flowers right up to the edge of the blacktop. Normally a perfect habitat for small birds and in particular yellow goldfinch. As I was driving very slow observing the landscape I noticed a small yellow bird in the middle of the road. He just stood there and I had to slow down to a crawl in order not to hit him. I assumed it would fly away as I got close. It was obvious he wasn't going to move. As I got even closer I noticed another object in the road. It was another goldfinch that had been run over. Sadly it was almost unrecognizable except for a few bright yellow feathers.

I was truly touched by what I witnessed and felt I needed to share the thought that although we as humans feel we are the only creatures who feel pain, I wonder if that is accurate. After this moment, I don't think so.

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Life
No matter what size
The creature
Is fragile
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Left behind to ponder
A small yellow bird lonely by it's mate
Dead
On the road

Curiosity or broken heart?
Edging closer
It's small delicate head sideways
Glancing left and right
and pecking at the feathers to answer
For itself
Am I alone

I frightened it, but only briefly
Finding a branch to perch
It cried
A moving sound of loss
but stayed
For fear of leaving would mean
loneliness

Are we alone in our feelings of sadness at death?

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Time Is Running Out For Our Children

I am not one to stand up and scream my view point to the world but I can no longer stand by silent and listen to the stupidity of the world leaders and their narrow minded viewpoints. It is not about choosing sides or about who has more rights than who. There is more than enough blame to go around about whose at fault and who started it. Ironically the children suffer the most and it is the leaders of the world who are acting like children on a playground fighting over who broke an imagined rule to the game. Sadly it's not a game anymore and people of all ages and nationalities are dying because of stubbornness. I understand these conflicts have been brewing for years and years and the roots of the problem are not so easy to detect but for God's sake, any God, stop the violence against the children of the world!! I struggle to grasp the pure insanity of the politicians and officials in charge of making decisions to benefit a few and ignore the rest. Are they all so arrogant and selfish to not see they are destroying any chance of a peaceful existence for the children of the future. Time is running out for my children, your children and the children of the world. Stop The Stupidity, Stop The Ignorance, Stop The Arrogance, Stop The Insanity, Stop The Bombing....

Hudson At Autumn's Dusk

This was very early and naive attempt to create a painting like the masters of the Hudson River School. The truth being that unless I win the lottery, I would never own a real Hudson River painting. I thought I would make my own. Having grown up and lived along the Hudson at various times of my life, I used images from my memory and imagination to chose a viewpoint that I thought would capture the valley's beauty. It reminds me of the Bear Mountain and Storm King Mountain area. I was in over my head attempting this but I had fun and I went forward and now I own a "real" Hudson River painting.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Turtle Boy


I was having Blog withdrawals so I made a quick entry this morning to keep it fresh. I missed adding something new and I'm finding that blogging can get addictive....Especially when you enjoy talking to yourself :-) Hope you all enjoy the latest entry. I should be back shortly to expand on a few topics that interest me and may appeal to you, the viewer.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

HTML Postings

I thought for my own sanity, I would take a short break away from HTML, Postings, Template Tags, Blogs, Web Links, AdWords and everything else I haven't quite figured out yet. I'll be back in a day or so after I have worked on a house painting job, listed some collectible items on eBay, paid a few bills and maybe I'll even do the dishes....maybe. I hope that you've enjoyed my artwork and again, please feel free to leave comments.

Pigs On A Park Bench

Just having a little fun with the pigs. Once the shadowbox painting was completed it looked like it needed something else. My daughters said it was temporary...that was two years ago.

Looking For Some Help

I've noticed that a fair amount of my painting photos are coming across as very blurry. Although they are Impressionistic, they are much more detailed than shown. I'm not sure if the file sizes are too big or maybe even too small to translate the depth and clarity that's missing. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Block Island

This painting was inspired by a beautiful woman. Instead of capturing her beauty, which is way beyond my abilities, I tried to capture a brief moment that we shared together. As I was absorbed in the creating of the painting, I swear I could smell the salt air, the lightness and warmth of the breezes and I know I was remembering her. This is why I paint.

Sheltered

This painting is one of my favorites because it started out as something completely different. Instead of forcing it to where I intended, I let the strong sense of movement and emotion create the final piece. It didn't have a name until now.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Monochrome Fog


Inspired by the early morning walks along the banks of the old Mohawk River in Schenectady, New York. After a cool evening, especially during the autumn months, the steam rises off the river and covers the low lying valley with a monochrome mist or fog. It's very soothing and I hope to capture more of it's effects in future works.

My Old Backyard

I lived in Key West for about 10 months in 1978 and loved every minute of it. Sorry I ever came back but I have some great memories of the people and the places. This was painted in 2001 and was inspired by the island calm.

Mr. Cole's Morning View

A brief note on the titles of my paintings... They are not named from the actual places but are named because they remind me places I have visited. All of my paintings are from bits and pieces of old memories, inspiration and imagination. This painting when finished reminded me of the stunning valley views from North Lake in the Catskill Mountains. The morning mist and fog was still clinging to the tree branches as the heat of the day turned the cool mountain air into steam. Anyone who is familiar with the works of Thomas Cole and Fredric Church and have been lucky enough to view the stunning natural beauty of North Lake, the Catskill Mountain House cliffs or Kaaterskill Falls knows the beauty that has inspired artists for centuries.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

The Reason Behind The Faces


Broken Art Studio was started during the deepest pain of a divorce. It could be also be read as Broken Heart Studio for it was a way for me to ease the pain of having my family torn apart. It was a way to keep my mind distracted from missing my children and in the end, helping us all heal. My art is varied from sculptures, using found objects, parts of old toys and architectural salvage, to oil paintings and water colors. I hope you find my site enjoyable and please feel free to leave comments so that I know I am succesful in reaching out and sharing a part of my life.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Repose

Art Show

As stated in a reply to my first blog comment, the softer focus paintings really don't translate very well. What is lost is the depth and clarity of the brush strokes and subtle color blends. If any of these listed paintings appeal to you or you have a critique, I'd be glad to hear it. I'm open to all types of constructive criticism, or if needed, a little harsher criticism.

I'm preparing myself for an upcoming local artshow. The show, The Stockade Villagers' 55th. Annual Outdoor Art Show on September 9th. will be held in Schenectady, New York. If it's a nice day, as it usually is that time of year, it's a great way to spend an afternoon. A wonderful show in a quaint neighborhood filled with all types of artwork and perfect for people watching.

This will be the second show that I've entered. I was in it 3 years ago showing my sculptured pieces. It was the first art show I was ever in and I was happy with the results and accolades. This time it will be mostly my paintings and possibly a few broken art pieces.

Nan's Inspiration


This painting is dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Ann Mittleman...known as Nan or Nanny to those that loved her.

I have a large painting by her that inspired me to do this one. Her painting is my favorite work by her and a constant inspiration.

She started her artistic career as a sculptor studying with Robert Laurent. After turning to painting, she studied with Tchacbasov, Philip Evergood and Lewis Daniel. She has had numerous one woman shows and group shows in the Whitney museums of New York, Berlin, Germany and Tokyo. Her work is in the permanent collection of 19 museums in the United States and 2 in Israel. She is included in Who's Who in American Art and Who's Who in American Women.

While numerous travels abroad, her home and art life was always New York City and the small country town of New City in upstate New York. I have many fond memories of being a small child in the New City country home. When I was supposed to be taking a nap in the upstairs bedroom across from her studio, I would sometimes wander in and gaze at all of the wonderful things strewn about and savor the mystical aroma of oil paints and turpentine. Even with a large fan blowing out the window, remnants of those smells were always present and it made those partially done paintings even more mysterious and special.

Every now and then while painting with many of her original tubes of paint and beautifully worn brushes, I get a sensory flashback to a long lost memory of my grandmother, her studio filled with mystery and energy and that little room in the little house in the country.

Yellows Reflection

The Moon's Path

Depth Of Blue

Shadow Pond At Dusk

Mountain Whisper

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Timeless



The historic Stockade District from Scotia, New York.

If you love early Dutch architecture, secret gardens, art shows, river views and friendly neighbors...please visit their wonderful web page at www.historicstockade.com.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Secluded Cove


My art is all about mood and atmosphere....The mood I'm in when I'm creating and the atmosphere of the finished piece....

I let the fluid movements of brush and paint take me away to wherever I need to go at that moment. I do not plan a direction for what a piece may look like. It really is a dance of unconscious energy.

I usually only paint during the winter months when the cold just won't let go and I crave the teasing warmth of spring. There is something about swirling a brush around on a snow white canvas and filling it with warm colors that let's me shake the cold.

I'm also very selfish when it comes to my artwork. I have a hard time letting a piece go. Although I like to share the creative experience, I never intended for my art to be made for financial gain. I make it for the enjoyment of the creative process. I make it to decorate my home and I make it to lift my spirits and to enhance my life. Basically it's that simple.

Marsh Grass

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Day One...

Day One...Although the main reason for this is to have a place for my creative ideas to be shared, it will also be a place to keep in touch with those of you who have something to say. Actually it is all an experiment. I have no idea what will happen. That appeals to me.