Update on "Self portrait being a teen-age Neil Diamond, rockin' the shack & Port Clyde roads"
Of the two photographs here, the composition above was taken on the 25th of January, before I left for the Outsider Art Fair in NYC. The one below I took yesterday, so a month has elapsed. In the meantime I've started and completed other paintings of course, while this one gets worked on, evolves, dries, and otherwise gets worked on.
Some things you can readily see are different.
The sky over the "co-op road" has cleared up, a lot of the purple has gone and although you can't see it in this picture the lightning striking the tree on "Raspberry Island" is still a strong story telling element of the painting. Cony's shack seems to be the dividing place between the "dark brooding side" and the "bright side" of the road. Just an observation. Don't know if it's true or will even stay true. Not worried about it at any rate. The "story" just unfolds.
The bald eagle has a lot more definition as it comes flying up the road. There's a Great Blue Heron on the cabin of my father's boat that's starting to come into the picture that you can see in the bottom photograph, that wasn't there in the top one.
I added some sand to the white paint that's constituting the whites of "Cony's shack." There's a rose bush to the left of Cony's shack now, and there's a bottle of Cracklin' Rose wine beginning to appear in front of that rose bush in the grass. I was surprised to see that, but it makes sense, even though I was thinking to put a few "cold ones", you know a few PBR's there. Well, next time. "Cracklin' Rose" was a number one hit for Neil Diamond in August of 1970, but Crackling Rose the wine, was a kind of bogus basically "bum wine" not too far removed from Annie Green Springs, Reunite, Ripple, Cold Duck, Thunderbird, Boone's Farm or MD 20/20. Any of the afore mentioned strictly suitable for winos and teen age under age consumption, where beggars can't be choosers.
The two pot buoys are my father's buoy colors. If you think about it, there's a lot of "twos" in the painting. Two cats, two birds. The "duality" if you will of the self portrait also being a teen age Neil Diamond. Two in one. Well, the radio on the front step in front of the door of the shack used to be in the window up above, but I didn't like it there, so I moved it down. I'm tinkering with the idea of turning it into a phonograph. But it's just a notion, right now.
In "todays version" of the painting you can also see that I've worked on the island "Raspberry Island " at the end of the "co-op road". Also Hupper's Island is more in focus. At the end of the road I've re-placed the building that WAS there, with a "bait truck", hence giving an "unobstructed view" to Raspberry Island. The two old cats (and they are "old" scruffy mangy ones, kind-a wharf-cats) are getting ready to fall on their "manna from heaven" or in this case a few fish that fell off a bait truck from heaven, on the way down to Giant Davis' bait house that used to be at the end of the road. "There's plenty for all".
It occurs to me as well, just incidentally that my father, "Old Cony" taught me a game of "Old Cat" which was an evidentally popular sort of scrub town ball kind of game amongst the kids growing up in Friendship at the turn of the 1900's. Old Cony told me they often didn't have a baseball like how we know a baseball today; it was often a few "old socks" wrapped tightly together. The number of players in the game determined the number of bases. Hence "1-old cat", "2-old cat", etc.
Well at any rate, the LP (also known as an "album"), in the lower left hand corner is evolving as well. The LP is what is going to "contain" the written material that I'm going to put on the front of the painting, since this is an oil painting on canvas, and I don't care so much to put any writing on the back of a canvas. Not that I won't , because I have and do, it's just the way this painting is going to work out.
Other than that you can now see the Port Clyde America Flag on the side of the building there, which you can't see in the photo that's up above, because it was badly cropped, (and well, it was just barely in there in the one up above anyway). The old wooden lobster traps have gone from a more "newish" look they used to have when they were wooden to a more settled and weathered grey look.
I've also been tinkering with the window in the shack, & extended it. I'm truly not satisfied with it. That's my mother and my father in the window. Something is going to change in the window pretty soon.
cwo
Some things you can readily see are different.
The sky over the "co-op road" has cleared up, a lot of the purple has gone and although you can't see it in this picture the lightning striking the tree on "Raspberry Island" is still a strong story telling element of the painting. Cony's shack seems to be the dividing place between the "dark brooding side" and the "bright side" of the road. Just an observation. Don't know if it's true or will even stay true. Not worried about it at any rate. The "story" just unfolds.
The bald eagle has a lot more definition as it comes flying up the road. There's a Great Blue Heron on the cabin of my father's boat that's starting to come into the picture that you can see in the bottom photograph, that wasn't there in the top one.
I added some sand to the white paint that's constituting the whites of "Cony's shack." There's a rose bush to the left of Cony's shack now, and there's a bottle of Cracklin' Rose wine beginning to appear in front of that rose bush in the grass. I was surprised to see that, but it makes sense, even though I was thinking to put a few "cold ones", you know a few PBR's there. Well, next time. "Cracklin' Rose" was a number one hit for Neil Diamond in August of 1970, but Crackling Rose the wine, was a kind of bogus basically "bum wine" not too far removed from Annie Green Springs, Reunite, Ripple, Cold Duck, Thunderbird, Boone's Farm or MD 20/20. Any of the afore mentioned strictly suitable for winos and teen age under age consumption, where beggars can't be choosers.
The two pot buoys are my father's buoy colors. If you think about it, there's a lot of "twos" in the painting. Two cats, two birds. The "duality" if you will of the self portrait also being a teen age Neil Diamond. Two in one. Well, the radio on the front step in front of the door of the shack used to be in the window up above, but I didn't like it there, so I moved it down. I'm tinkering with the idea of turning it into a phonograph. But it's just a notion, right now.
In "todays version" of the painting you can also see that I've worked on the island "Raspberry Island " at the end of the "co-op road". Also Hupper's Island is more in focus. At the end of the road I've re-placed the building that WAS there, with a "bait truck", hence giving an "unobstructed view" to Raspberry Island. The two old cats (and they are "old" scruffy mangy ones, kind-a wharf-cats) are getting ready to fall on their "manna from heaven" or in this case a few fish that fell off a bait truck from heaven, on the way down to Giant Davis' bait house that used to be at the end of the road. "There's plenty for all".
It occurs to me as well, just incidentally that my father, "Old Cony" taught me a game of "Old Cat" which was an evidentally popular sort of scrub town ball kind of game amongst the kids growing up in Friendship at the turn of the 1900's. Old Cony told me they often didn't have a baseball like how we know a baseball today; it was often a few "old socks" wrapped tightly together. The number of players in the game determined the number of bases. Hence "1-old cat", "2-old cat", etc.
Well at any rate, the LP (also known as an "album"), in the lower left hand corner is evolving as well. The LP is what is going to "contain" the written material that I'm going to put on the front of the painting, since this is an oil painting on canvas, and I don't care so much to put any writing on the back of a canvas. Not that I won't , because I have and do, it's just the way this painting is going to work out.
Other than that you can now see the Port Clyde America Flag on the side of the building there, which you can't see in the photo that's up above, because it was badly cropped, (and well, it was just barely in there in the one up above anyway). The old wooden lobster traps have gone from a more "newish" look they used to have when they were wooden to a more settled and weathered grey look.
I've also been tinkering with the window in the shack, & extended it. I'm truly not satisfied with it. That's my mother and my father in the window. Something is going to change in the window pretty soon.
cwo
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