Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Old Warrior

It was getting a little late in the day when I started this painting and I was on the side of the road, trucks whizzing by and honking, my arm in a sling, painting with my left hand "like a one-armed paper hanger," as they used to say. I was racing the setting sun and sweating and swatting mosquitoes and some invisible biting bug: not having fun. I thought of myself as a painting warrior of sorts. Plein air painting is radically different than studio painting. It's extreme painting.
That said, I must add that I went over this painting in the studio once I was able to use my right hand again.
Anyway, Warrior was old and Ike-damaged but was not saying "Die" yet. His owner is planning to reburbish him; I was pleased to record his proud, pre-make-over visage.
The rigging was done with my friend's credit card: a little shrimp-boat-painting trick she taught me.


  1. I stumbled on your blog and found that we had some things in common. I really like your work. It takes me to many happy times vacationing with my family off the coast of South Carolina even though It is probably somewhere else. I painted in NYC at the same time that you did I think. Also went to Richard Schmid opening at the Salmagundi. You can see this on my blog. Loved the credit card tip. Happy Painting !

  2. Thank you, Kate~ It would have been great to have met you in NYC, but now we've met, and I like your blog: let's keep in touch!