Hi folks, and here we are for my choice this week.
No ref picture, I sent the guys a PM with these instructions:
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.
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 itís 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 wonít glaze, or wash out, itís 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 Iím 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.
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,
Iíd meet him down the pub.
But heíd never have the money,
Heíd be looking for a sub.
Now Kevin? Iíd 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 whiskeyís fine,
But with a well cooked piece of steak
You cannot beat red wine.
So come on guys, what did you paint?
Letís see whatís in yer glass,
And if Iím wrong itís Burtons Window,
And there Iíll bare my ar*e.
©Kevin C. Fowler, 2005.
Now for all you not familiar with the saying ĎIíll show my backside in Burtonís windowí will wonder what Iím 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!!
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 cigarÖoh, those institutions of higher learning! I sure need to practice more on depicting glass. One my nieceís took the photo. Oh yeah, the glass is now empty. This was done on a 5Ēx7Ē, 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!
The last drink I had, was the one that keeps me from beiní free,
Yes, the olí liquid fire I love, has hell sure turned on me.
What Started as a kidís prank, swilliní down a stolen beer,
40 years ní change later, still burns when I look into a mirror.
The bleary gaze that meets me, burns deep into my dark soul.
And seeís the way Iíve trashed my life ní paid a damned high toll.
One hundred bar fights Iíve been in, giving more than I got,
But looking at it from this view, I see only pain Iíve bought.
Three n a half marriages Iíve shattered, hearts torn to shreds.
Five children who wonít call me daddy, but only wish me dead.
Drink by drink Iíve 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 heís done all he can, but now thereís no appeal.
Canít say I expected any less, after a killín, in a steal ní run deal.
So Iím taking that one, last long walk, down to the murderís room.
Iím gonna be shocked bad until I smoke, then laid into a well earned tomb.
I sure donít deserve no mercy, but sure as hell, Iíd pray if not so numb,
The preacher said Iím payiní my price, and God, Iím hopiní for someÖ
Yeah God, Iím hopiní for someÖ
© Kevin Slater 2005
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.
Hereís 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 weíve 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.
©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 ..........
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.
here's my poem.
to the tea house
scattered on the gravel
flowers bloom anew
calm the spirit
on a hectic day
cools my head
thanks for your time.
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