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This little painting might not look so impressive but what I like about it was that I knew exactly what I wanted it to look like, what I wanted it to be and to do, and I got it done. Painting snow, ice and frost on the ground and the trees is not that difficult and as I come from a place where there was a lot of that, I have a connection with the snow landscapes. I'm really pleased with the way that is going and how it came out.
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Sunset Lakescape - I was a bit naughty there and snuck in some blue flowers which aren't usually found (or ever at all!) in a true Bob Ross painting. But as he always says, it's my world and I can do as I please ... :-) |
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This sepia style forest waterfall was the first time I committed
myself to a large canvas. To be honest, I'm really amazed at it. It's standing on an easel in the front room to dry at the moment and every time I walk in, I just can't believe I actually painted that. I guess that is my first ever "proper" oil painting. Wow ... |
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Now this is my version of "Valley Waterfall" and I'd say probably my real first tribute to Bob Ross. Valley Waterfall is a painting from Series 23 and I tried to paint it in real time (but failed! LOL) Still, sitting here looking at this I'm having a similar response with this as I'm having to the sepia waterfall - you've got to be kidding me! I can't paint something like that! But I did, and I can, and I'm still not over the astonishment of it. |
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I do think that I have some kiddie thing going on with these paintings.
Consciously I know that we're not talking about art here, not like "grand masters" and the Mona Lisa and stuff. I do know that.
But that's me thinking as an adult.
There is a part of me that is still small and sees these sort of paintings hanging on the wall of my parent's house, my aunt's house, my great aunt's house. They "don't know anything about art" but they gave over space in their abodes to just such paintings, in thick golden frames.
So as I was processing the photographs of the paintings, it occurred to me to put them into a virtual gold frame, to see what they would look like.
And they would look something like this:




Now I really don't know if that's just me, or if the world over just such pictures are hanging on the older generation's walls, but there really is something about this particular thing that I find most peculiar, and also in a way, reconciling.
After years of "high magic", to be painting something like Valley Waterfall there, and to be able to appreciate what my Valley Waterfall would actually bring to a room in *energetic terms*, is a strange thing indeed.
Perhaps I noticed this already when I was a small kid.
Perhaps the "arty diatribes" about kitschy waterfalls and stupid people with flying ducks on the wall are an affectation, or simply a misconception and a mis-understanding between the arty folk and those who use pictures on the wall to brighten their every-day-lives some.
Perhaps there should be more precise categories of art that doesn't disrespect people like Bob Ross so completely or denies their right to exist, or denounces them for simply being a sign of stupidity, lack of good taste and refinement.
Perhaps we can call it "Feng Shui Art" when you try and really EVOKE the essence of a sunset or a waterfall or a little cottage by the lake with roses round the door, instead of tearing up the canvas with slashes of red paint and semi-formed skeletons lurking in the shadow.
That form of art has its place also but it certainly isn't all there is in a wide spectrum of human expression and discovery, and what I'm thinking is that it isn't any *better*.
Different, sure. But not "more worthy".
I developed a personal style of painting things that I found fascinating some years ago, a simplified representation of the elements that make up the image behind it (like DragonRising).
Now I haven't done anything in that style for a long time, probably because I was busy with the symbol paintings, but one appeared a couple of days ago, right in the middle of Bob Rossing. Which surprised me somewhat.
I was looking at a photograph of a light house in a bay and thought that I would like to paint that. So I started to get the kit out, but as soon as I was about to put brush to artist board, I got a real strong message/sensation/whatever to do it in the old style.
I was surprised at that, argued it a little but it was very strong; so in the end, I did.
In the middle of all the "happy, happy trees" we now have ...

The Lighthouse, June 2006
I have to laugh though. These paintings just don't photograph well. They don't look anything like the originals - they photograph so wrong, it's stunning. Perhaps they have a soul that won't be captured in a camera, or perhaps I just suck as a photographer!
I guess I'm having an experience in art as I'm going along.
One of the fun things, and something I look forward to immensely, is after the "happy tree" painting is finished, to take what's left on the palette in the way of paint remnants and just go mad with it.
It's good fun and things happen that I make a mental note of to use elsewhere and for other purposes; you could say its a whole lot of "happy accidents" rolled into one and happening all at once.
Here are some examples of this in alphabetical order:

Above

Blue Fire (On An Emerald Beach)

City Slaves

Dark Ocean

Fire Sailors

The Return Of The Fish Skeletons

Landscape

Openings

Rain Of Fire

Tree Time

Blue Nude
Ah well ... as long as it's interesting - it shall be done :-)
I recorded a lot of "Joy Of Painting"s to my Skybox, and lost most of them, including one that I had underpainted ready for a particular picture.
Masterless, the canvas kept staring at me so I completed it anyway, best as I could.

We may wonder if masterless is the opposite of masterful? Still, I did the best I could with it and that's all you can do, right. I like the sky though.
Well, Sepia Waterfall has dried sufficiently to be handleable now. In passing, I saw an old big frame, which used to contain "Me & Me" before someone took it home (hoping here it went to a good home, like many of my other artworks which keep vanishing mysteriously!).
I kept looking at it and in the end tried it - only to find it is the perfect fit.
So here's the Sepia Waterfall in a real old frame:

Man, that's weird. Even weirder seeing it right next to a big symbol painting ... This is either a culture clash, my usual multiple personality disorder re-surfacing or let's call it a phase that I might outgrow soon :-)
I don't care what anyone thinks, this painting and art business is DIFFICULT. It is scary, it is challenging, and reveals reversals by the bucketload.
Anyone who hasn't tried this really can't know what it's like, and how WEIRD that is.
I think that's a part of it, inherently.
I'm supposed to be an adult. I'm supposed to be able to do things well. But if we're going back to basics here with traditional art, I'm NO ADULT. I'm a beginner. I'm a kid, clumsy and fearful, yet fascinated by the colours and the promise of expression, of creation.
I can wow other adults with my language skills, hypnosis skills, and a few other tricks beside.
So do I have the courage to start again with something that I won't be able to do well? That many might laugh at, others might condescend to?
Well yes I do. Only thanks to a massive and constant application of ET, and also EFT for good measure thrown in (I should write an article, Bob Ross & EFT = REAL Joy Of Painting!).
But it is hard. There's always the temptation to stick with the "safe stuff", the things you can already do well, and that have form and function and get suitable recognition. You can't live like that though. *I* can't live like that. I have no shame!
LOL.
Bob Ross often says that if you want the good fruit, you have to go out on a limb, cause that's where it is and nowhere else.
My worst reversals of them all do revolve around the subject of painting people.
Drawing people. Whatever that is when you try and depict human beings and you look at your stick figures and you just know you're not getting it right.
Nicola and I were talking about this the other day and she mentioned those classical anatomical drawings of skeletons and muscles. Her tone was despairing; I got very angry and said, "Well have you EVER, and I mean, EVER, seen some bloke strutting around with his skin off???
"What GOOD is that, unless you want to become a surgeon?
"We just can't go at it like that. It's not motivational to folk like ourselves, and furthermore, it's silly. Think about it. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SEEN IN YOUR LIFETIME SO FAR?
"And you STILL think you don't know WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE?
"How they move?
"How they express themselves?
"This is TOTAL BULLSHIT! We have this knowledge inside of us, more than we ever needed to capture at least the essence of people in some medium - surely!"
I know this is true. I KNOW I already KNEW that things in the distance become bluer, BEFORE Bob Ross told me this. I've seen distances for 47 years, for heaven's sake! I've seen trees. The knowledge is THERE. It just needs to be accessed, and let out.
Easier said than done though ...:-)
So I mustered my courage, got a brush and all the handy self help techniques and just started doing some really basic drawings, my first ever really, of PEOPLE.
I didn't set anything up in advance and just let whatever wanted to come, come.
You can psychoanalyse me if you want, that's alright. It's probably even relevant on some level.
So here, and after all of that, are my "kids drawings of people", in acrylic ink with a single sable liner brush on paper.
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Lost

Exhausted

Two People

Lover

Touching Water
The day after the people drawing exercises I had some left over paint to do some of the "strange things" with the pallette knife - and a people crept into the picture!

The Blue Man
I'm not sure I like this drift-off into art therapy. But perhaps its necessary - who knows? Not as though I'm either stable, or sane, is it!
Fair enough. Art therapy it is if that's what it's got to be ...
As I joke, and really, as a *joke*!, I said to to Nicola, "Hey let's do self portraits!"
She went off and did one!
Which left me amazed but really not motivated to try for myself.
So it should be somewhat strange that at 9 o'clock in the morning, as I was about to go to bed, the very last painting to be done, in a state of walking sleep by then, should turn out to want to be a self portrait.
Now unlike Nicola, I didn't seem to have it in me to be specific or even recognisable; this is how it was:

SFX Self Portrait June 2006
There actually is a face in there, you just have to step back a bit before it becomes revealed as it were.
Most peculiar colour choice. Watermelon tourmaline. Not colours I would have ever knowingly associated with me.
Hmmm ...
Well there we have it.
It's a peculiar thing to put these images on this site, which does have considerable traffic. But on the other hand, why paint at all if you don't want other people to SEE what you're doing?
Just let it happen ...
(July 1, 2006)
Well, what can I say?
Bob Ross has changed my life. I've always had the talent but what I didn't have was the self belief and the confidence. I thought I was too clumsy to paint, that I couldn't learn how to do it. Bob talked me patiently through my reversals and with the help of a lot of EmoTrance along the way, I now know this to be untrue.
I can paint, or perhaps more precisely, I can now start to LEARN TO PAINT.
I wanted to do a tribute to Bob Ross and with my heart in my mouth, if not higher, I decided to paint a portrait of Bob Ross.
If you don't know me personally beyond what you've read on the web, you have no idea just how difficult and personally challenging that was, from even daring to form the idea to the execution.
I don't think I've ever been so afraid of a project, or during a project, ever before in my entire life and I'm absolutely serious when I say that.
I didn't want to let Bob down, if you know what I mean.
But for my first ever portrait of anyone, it was a stiff task.
Full of trepidation I set to work. During the planning of the painting, creating the layout and deciding on what the feel of it should be, I often heard Bob's voice; to get started on the face took me a whole week of fighting and resolving reversals.
Still, in the last 24 hours I've painted it.
Am I pleased with it?
I don't know, I'm still too shell shocked. But I kinda asked Bob if it was alright and he said it was. (And he also said that it's ok for artists to be a bit crazy, indeed, it's expected!).
So, here it is.
Bob Ross by SFX.
May not be the greatest painting ever, or even any good at all, but it does have my heart and soul in it.
Portrait of Bob Ross by SFX, August 2006
Oil On Linen, 24" x 30"
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