Hi folks, and here we are for my choice this week.
No ref picture, I sent the guys a PM with these instructions:
Quote:
Just let yourself go on this one. The subject:
Your Fav Tipple.
The idea as I see it, one glass, containing the drink of your choice. Nothing else in the picture, so make it real, make it abstract, but don't include a bottle or an apple, a shrimp or anything else. You could do the full glass, or a close-up, whatever, but the idea is to just have one thing in the picture. Be creative with your camera, and then paint.
Think of it as designing a picture in a series for the bar area of your local pub, or classy restaurant.
Enjoy, and in a few weeks we can raise our glasses high.
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Kevs Stuff
My pick I go first, I saw some large oils of this style of painting in my local Art Shop the other week and wondered if they could be done as watercolours. Just extreme close-ups of glasses with drink inside. Now my fav tipple? Well, I think it’s the one I have in my hand at any given moment. I love beer, spirits, cider and wine. But with a meal, red wine, apart from fish and chips when only a cup of tea will do!!
This is on that horrid Hahnemule Torchen 140lbs, stuff. It just won’t glaze, or wash out, it’s awful. I used DaVinci and W&N colours. I masked out the glass and just did a rough graded wash from yellow to deep bluey red, sprayed water while still wetand brushed out some of the paint in the glass. I then picked out the details. No white used at all.
I enjoyed this and I’m thinking of mounting it on canvas and then varnishing it as Debs described a while ago.
And the poem, well having heard both Chris and Kevin wax lyrically about their fav tipples on many occasions I decided to make a prediction as to what the paintings would be.
Burton’s Window!
I set my mates a task
A drink to don the glass
Which tipple would they choose?
On which drink would they pass?
Well Chris he is a beer man,
I’d meet him down the pub.
But he’d never have the money,
He’d be looking for a sub.
Now Kevin? I’d say a whiskey,
But which one would he say,
Is it Scotch, or Malt or Tennessee,
No matter I will pay.
Now me I tried them all
Love beer and whiskey’s fine,
But with a well cooked piece of steak
You cannot beat red wine.
So come on guys, what did you paint?
Let’s see what’s in yer glass,
And if I’m wrong it’s Burtons Window,
And there I’ll bare my ar*e.
©Kevin C. Fowler, 2005.
Now for all you not familiar with the saying ‘I’ll show my backside in Burton’s window’ will wonder what I’m on about but the Brit's will all understand. Burtons is a Menswear Shop and always had a prime position in every town centre. So people would say 'If thats not true, then I'll show my 'rear' in Burtons Window' just to emphasise the point they were trying to get over!!
Kevin's Stuff
The Painting:
This was a fun little painting, well, maybe more of a study, of a shot of my favorite tipple, Bourbon! Guess I picked up a taste for it in college, as I did for the occasional cigar…oh, those institutions of higher learning! I sure need to practice more on depicting glass. One my niece’s took the photo. Oh yeah, the glass is now empty. This was done on a 5”x7”, 300 lb. Arches, CP using Daniel Smith watercolors and titanium white. A small painting, which, actually, I found more of a bother to paint than larger stuff. Go figure. C&C very much welcomed!
Big Shot
The Poem:
Last Call
The last drink I had, was the one that keeps me from bein’ free,
Yes, the ol’ liquid fire I love, has hell sure turned on me.
What Started as a kid’s prank, swillin’ down a stolen beer,
40 years n’ change later, still burns when I look into a mirror.
The bleary gaze that meets me, burns deep into my dark soul.
And see’s the way I’ve trashed my life n’ paid a damned high toll.
One hundred bar fights I’ve been in, giving more than I got,
But looking at it from this view, I see only pain I’ve bought.
Three n a half marriages I’ve shattered, hearts torn to shreds.
Five children who won’t call me daddy, but only wish me dead.
Drink by drink I’ve forged my chain, which now weights me down.
Double locked, with no keys, I speak, but no-one hears a sound.
The lawyer man says he’s done all he can, but now there’s no appeal.
Can’t say I expected any less, after a kill’n, in a steal n’ run deal.
So I’m taking that one, last long walk, down to the murder’s room.
I’m gonna be shocked bad until I smoke, then laid into a well earned tomb.
I sure don’t deserve no mercy, but sure as hell, I’d pray if not so numb,
The preacher said I’m payin’ my price, and God, I’m hopin’ for some…
Yeah God, I’m hopin’ for some…
© Kevin Slater 2005
Chris' Stuff:
Hewy folks:
A bit rushed this week, I am writing this late on Sunday night...had to clean up the bunkhouse as we are expecting visitors there, and pack the truck full of camping gear. This, is about the last thing I do before I go away for a few days and I was more than a bit rushed...
But as you know, there is nothing better for a fine wine, brandy, or even a beer, than to age... so I am sending this to Kev in advance, in hopes that by the time he posts it, it will have aged nicely and perhaps even reached its peak!
Painting is 1/4 sheet Arches 140# CP, paints are Holbein, W&N and DaVinci. I had a pretty good idea what I wanted to do, and after me and Malty had traded photos for a few days, I settled on this one, I took this photo on my kitchen table with the late afternoon sun coming through the window. (My Own Composition!!), It is of course, a glass of Rickards.
Lots of Rose Madder, Burnt Sienna and Sepia in here, over a Violet wash (in the glass) and some FUB in the shadows on the table. The foam was difficult... may need to finish that up when I get back.... or maybe not.
Kev certainly challenged us this week by making us think, and I think I did ok... or I hope I did!
Well every once in a while I get a little maudlin, and I wrote this last week, whilst "in a mood"... But after I cheered up, I still liked this. Fiddled with it a lot tonight, but after all that, stuck with the original version. It seems poems age just a like a good drink sometimes and I think this is one of those.
Here’s to You!
May the paint always flow from your brushes,
May the sun always shine on your face.
May you never forget, be forgotten.
May you meet every challenge with grace.
May your eyes always shine on your loved ones,
May they see you as worthy, and strong.
May you follow your heart where it leads you.
May your time here be peaceful, and long.
May the folks that we’ve met on our journey.
Take something from what we have done,
May they always recall, that we were sincere,
May they fondly recall all the fun.
May your friendships be strong and long lasting.
As the friendship you offered me here.
May God grant the chance for to meet you.
And for a moment in time, share a beer.
Cheers
©Christopher M. Earle, 2005
Well some of you may be thinking that Chris is on holiday this week, well you would be wrong!!
He mysteriously volunteered to tidy the bunkhouse, muttering something about it not being fit for habitation by special guests. He was last seen on Monday morning entering the bunkhouse armed with a vacuum cleaner, three tins of white paint and a couple of our 'special, for Ref. Only Magazines' from the penthouse. He emerged on Wednesday evening covered with white paint and a smile on his face and then he announces later that we have a very special guest!!!!
So without further ado, sharing the bunkhouse this week is ..........
Annpet
Here's Annapet's Stuff
thanks to kev, chris, and kevin for letting me participate on this week's challenge. i have to start someplace, and the crazy/brave spirit in me decided to join the guys.
here's my model and painting. 11" x 11" arches cp 140 lbs. daniel smith paints. inspired by an old the palette mag article "shapely shapes"....
thanks for your time. thanks for looking.
The Poem
here's my poem.
to the tea house
withered leaves
scattered on the gravel
flowers bloom anew
hurried steps
meandering path
calm the spirit
collected thoughts
raked sea
diffuse doubt
steaming tea
on a hectic day
cools my head
p.isidoro
thanks for your time.
gooby
So there you have it and thanks to Anna, we now have a very clean bunkhouse too!!
Thanks for looking folks, and please, anys C&C's you feel fit
Im a bit confused about where the lower 'ring' in the glass comes from though?? 
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All my pastel portraits 
I could sit back and read....wait I'm still at school 
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