The famous vortexes of Sedona
“It’s not about measurable facts, it’s about what you know in your gut is real.” The only thing I’ve managed to paint this week has been this 9X12 demo. Painters and photographers know there’s a dead period in the middle of the day. The long raking shadows of early morning or the beautiful golden light of afternoon …
Monday Morning Art School: it’s plein air season
How can you get the most from a workshop or class? Here are some simple suggestions. Early Spring, Beech Hill, 12X16, oil on canvas board, $1449 framed. I’ve been to enough beauty spots in this world that few really astonish me, but the red rocks of Sedona managed it. Brilliant cliffs and spires of sculpted …
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What’s the matter with this picture?
If young women—who should be the most interested in changing this—cling to outmoded and incorrect ideas about the value of women’s art, is there any hope? Pull up your big girl panties, at Rye Arts Center this month. I am not going to have the time to write a proper blog. Portland Jetport has been …
Is painting dead?
Despite predictions to the contrary, paintings and books haven’t been replaced by their digital analogs. Vineyard, Carol L. Douglas, 40X30, oil on canvas. Yesterday I heard from Sedona Arts Center that my workshop there is sold out. Schoodic and my first section in the Adirondacks are also sold out. (Of course, that still leaves a …
Monday Morning Art School: pigment and race
We all know race is an artificial construct, yet we persist in using it anyway. It’s not even skin deep. It doesn’t exist at all. The Servant, Carol L. Douglas, is on display at the Rye Arts Center for the month of March. There is nothing that worries me more about the future of our …
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