Winter Walk in Brookville, NY

Lots of beautiful scenery along Hunt Road in Brookville, Long Island NY. The owner was very obliging as we captured images of several horses in colorful blankets being led back to the stables. This is a 25 X 19" (approx) soft pastel on sanded paper done from one of the photos...begun shortly after my last entry...and completed after a long bout with bronchitis. It's been a long, cold, strange winter; but the spring holds much promise. Thank you for stopping by.

Jones Beach 2

More sketching from my "beach box". It won't be long before I'm adding to my photo collection. I love the ocean...especially off-season.

Jones Beach

Did this just a couple of days ago: pastel on sanded paper approx. 19"x14". I think my work has a whole new "feel" to it since the "threshing" incident, don't you? I know it's put a whole new slant on my perspective of the world. I owe my recovery to all of you! Thank you thank you thank you!

sketchbook 09 II

Obviously, subject matter is very random. Mostly done from photos, at night, in bed, with the TV on, with a candlestick, in the conservatory.

sketchbook 09 I

I've had a serious "block" for over a year...but this past Christmas I received a sketchbook and made a promise to fill it by sketching every day. Slowly, the desire is returning. Even my writing is a bit flat, so maybe that'll pick up too. Enjoy and thanks for looking.

Pastel Portrait

This is a portrait of my voice teacher in NYC. Last year I joined the Great Neck Choral Society, and this is our conductor. She is a remarkable woman who, at 80 years of age, continues to teach, conduct, rehearse and travel with her amateur and professional vocal groups. This portrait will be a gift to her this weekend, honoring her and past conductors and members of GNCS in celebration of it's 50th year. It was the most challenging piece I've ever done, considering it's been nearly a year since I touched my pastels.

Damage Control

Recently, I bought a MacBook Pro so I can take my work with me when I travel, which so far has been nowhere; especially since I can videochat with family members now. Here is a pic of my Mom & sister and some old guy that wandered in during a recent "videovisit".

and thanks for stopping by!

Sunday Morning Sketches

I keep a sketch pad and pencils by the bed in case I think this will be a day I need to sketch before getting up & around...much like when I was pregnant and kept saltines on the nightstand. It helps me deal with mental nausea.

It's been a long long hot summer. The oppressive heat and humidity bring out the dullard in me, and the least thing on a dullard's mind is keeping a current sketchblog. Every now and then, however, in order to keep from sinking into a completely vegetative state, I force myself to do something "productive"...ergo this sketch from the beach at Oyster Bay. Why can't it be Fall tomorrow? Why don't I have more than one puny air conditioner?

Dad

I did this pastel painting of my Dad last week. My father died on June 2nd after our whole family had gathered, one last time, which is something he had wanted for a long time. I missed the "Dad" he was before his stroke, which left him unable to speak or engage in the activities he enjoyed, but so admired his courage and tenacity in continuing to live the best life he could in his remaining years. It was during this time that I got to see and know him as a vulnerable human being, beyond the "Dad" persona. Happy Father's Day, Dad...I love you.

Mother's Mother's Day Card

Another surprise from my attic collection. I found this hand-crafted card made by my mother for her mother on Mother's Day many, many years ago. I posted this for my mother, and for my children. We have some of the best mothers, past and present, in our family. Happy Mother's Day, Mom, with all my love!

Erika’s Work

I’ve taken a very long break from my work for some major free-lance projects. Too long a break is a bad thing since I am finding it extremely difficult to motivate (climb the stairs to the attic). I spent some time up in the studio rummaging for something ANYTHING! to spark me into starting a new painting. I even taped up a pastel "canvas"...and stared at it for a long time. Then I went back downstairs to sit on the bed and watch TV. And then...I checked my e-mail and found these great sketches my daughter sent me. So here they are. I think I have found my inspiration! (The top picture is of my Dad, her grandpop, painting lines on the lawn for badminton. The bottom, I think, is from one of her life drawing classes) Thanks, Erika!

Wedding Dress

I had a very small, conservative wedding 26 years ago on April 25th. It was a beautiful ceremony, but I often wonder what it would have been like to have been a traditional bride with a gloriously billowing, tiny bead studded gown; princess for a day with adoring subjects. Come to think of it, since I was a little girl, I've spent hours drawing "what ifs" and "if onlys"...ei. long long hair, skinny legs, many sisters and brothers or a face like Olivia Hussey's in "Romeo and Juliet". So, if I didn't/don't get to experience it in real life, at least I am able to indulge in my dreams while recording them on canvas. I don't know what happened to the dress (Gunny Sack) I was married in...but I have pictures. Maybe next, I'll do a pastel of one of my wedding pics. Soft Pastel on approx. 16 X 19" Colourfix paper.

At the Beach

This pastel is based on several photos taken at Virginia Beach with our daughters (spring break probably around 1990). While painting (pastelling) this, I had the sensation of being there...feeling the salty, misty ocean breeze on my face, and the gentle warmth of the late day sun on my back. The rhythmic thunder of waves and sizzling foam lull me to such a peaceful place, I could stay there forever. Some critics believe that painting from photos is not the "high art" that plein air painting is. I believe that it is different, not less than. When I paint from photos like these, the work is infused with a depth of bittersweet memory and experience that wasn't there at that time. For the record, whenever I use photo reference, I simply tape the photo up on the wall next to the blank "canvas"...and start by sketching with harder pastels to set the composition. Then lay in values and shapes progressing to finer detail. With this particular piece, I deliberately stopped before I thought I was done.

Summer is

A great big slice of juicy, sweet watermelon in the blazing sunshine. Of course, it helps to be a little kid too. I am still working on this one, but wanted to get something posted before too much time went by. As it is, it looks as if the little girl is sitting on a bench in front of a backdrop a la Olan Mills. I'll repost after refining. I've spent way too much time on it already! Soft pastel on Wallis sanded paper, approximately 19" X 25".

The End of the Road

Well, the end of our hallway which is the road between the bathroom and our bedroom. I like this particular spot in the house because it is very sunny. My fig tree likes it too. I bought that plant at a garage sale for $2.50, in the mid 90's. Since then, it has survived 5 moves! I didn't think it was going to survive moving from Cincinnati to New York, especially since it is somewhat fragile. . . .or not, I've learned. Anyway, this work is another practice session in depicting light. Thanks for stopping by!

Trumpet Fanfare

I shot the reference photo of red trumpet flowers at the Gould Castle on the north shore of Long Island, this past summer. Since I had run out of paper, I did this pastel over the top of another that didn't make the cut, and wound up having to "build up" quite a bit giving it a very painterly look. I love working with soft pastels for that feature, but they are extremely messy. I tend to get overly aggressive, resulting in a very short life for the softer pastels ie. Schminke & Sennelier, and terrible looking fingernails. Never do a pastel like this just before an interview.

Flowers in the Attic

It's a very cold and snowy day, which makes my little studio in the attic a very cozy place to be. There is a little window, so I can enjoy the winter scene outside, while pastelling tropical flowers inside. Yesterday was my birthday (50 in Donatello years) (the first five years don't count). I spent the day doing things I love, ie. playing my guitar & singing (and imagining that maybe I really could become a folk-rock-pop star in my so-called "second adulthood", or tertiary childhood, and by the way, how come they don't have middle-agers on American Idol?), writing poetry (or pieces of poetry), and working in the attic, each in 15 minute intervals (anxious to fit everything in before I buy that big farm I've been looking at for the past few years). You never know..... Both: Soft Pastel on 9X12" Colourfix paper

Family Gathering

A gathering of items representing family members from the early 1900's to April 2006, all found in the attic. The violin, missing strings and other parts, is something my husband picked up at a garage sale intending to use the case for a design project. My father and younger brother played the violin...everyone in my birth family plays or played at least one musical instrument. The little photo album in front was my maternal grandmother's and contains photos from her youth (early 1900's). The letter is from my father to her (1949). The teacup is of unknown origin. The roses were given to me last year by my husband on our anniversary (25th). The photo in back is a portrait of my paternal grandmother's family (she is the young girl with a bow in her hair). I arranged all of these items on a table top just below the window in my little attic studio. We had such a lovely time together. Soft Pastel 19" X 25"

Name this flower

I haven't been able to identify the flower in the photo I used to do this pastel. It's another from a neighbor's garden. If you know it, please leave it in a comment. If not, make one up. Soft Pastel on 9 X 12 Colourfix.