Beauty In All Its Glory

There a quite a few paintings I have felt faint from looking at, but there is only one where I have felt that I fell into a whirlpool and was lost. Last year Los Angeles Museum of Art had a show of Klimpt paintings. This was right after the suit with Austria was settled and the family once again gained custody of the painting. I went to see the show with my darling niece and my son. We were able to go on a day when it was for members only. I prefer that because there are fewer people to come between you and the artwork.
We walked in and there it was. The glory of the work was overwhelming. I don't know if I breathed or not. The impact was glorious. This is my favorite work of art. I lose myself in the mystery and passion that Klimpt showed for this woman. The work is so sensual that it pulsates. It is glorious!
Now imagine my delight and surprise when I received this Christmas card!!!!!

My Wall Wednesday

This hangs in my bedroom on the wall with many other paintings. However, it does stand on its own, in that it has its own message. This was painted by a young man just beginning to find his own voice. For this, I really enjoy looking at it and seeing the subtext. The items he displayed are items that had been collected by him. Items that had meaning and I think that he infused the meaning into them but..the subtext of the comic setting is a darker side. The way I see it, he is trying to say that life is good but death is lurking. That is how I see it but maybe that is me and not the artist.

The artist has gone on to find his niche is Illustrated Books (the comic book genre that has become so big). And the darker side is still exhibited in his books. He has accumulated awards and honors. And I still enjoy and look forward to the next work that I will see.



Jordan Crane
24 x 30 Acryllic on canvas

Fourth of July Sparkler

Paintings are hard to photograph. Unless they are small and can be encapsulated by the camera lens. This is large and the light seems to change with each click of the camera.

I hope that you can see the 3D effect that the artist was going for. The first time I saw this painting, it was in an alcove that the artist had made from a shallow closet. At the top of the closet (unseen by the person standing in the hallway) was a light and a black light. Depending on the mood of the artist, the black light would sometimes be turned on. When the black light was turned on, the 3D effect was paramount. If you look carefully, the bottom burst, and the top burst have triangles of cardboard that create the 3d effect. And of course, the whites and blues would jump out to the viewer.

I do not have a black light on it, but the painting is still wonderful to me.

This was painted by one of my very favorite artists and was given to me by him.

Artist: Patrick Dennis Sieler, 1973 Acryllic on Masonite, 36" x 24".

Good Morning Sunshine

I wake up to this painting each morning. I have purposely hung it opposite my bed. When the early morning sunshine comes in from the east, it is truly magical. There is something about the gentle morning sunshine that illuminates this wonderful, colorful painting. I was drawn to it because I see it as transformation. Transformation is something we are all drawn to, even if it is just only in the balancing of our checking accounts. It is in the little things of life that add up to a comfortable whole.

I have photographed this painting in all the lights of yesterday and until the sun was setting, I got reflections. The colors are very bright and true, something which I was not able to capture without lots of reflections.

The painting is acrylic on Masonite, 22 x 22, by Patrick Dennis Sieler.

My Wall Wednesday

This is a painting that I never get tired of looking at because it creates an excitement in me. Somehow, when I look at it, it takes me to Broadway in San Francisco and going to Jazz clubs. There were a few clubs there a long while back. The one I remember the best is Sugar Hill. It was always a weekend night. The streets were wet sometimes, and the neon lights would reflect on the street. The music would stir up the air around me and all would be a mini hurricane. We would stay in one place, move to another. Always we toook an air of excitement with us.

This is what this painting evokes in me.

I do not know the title. It was painted by W. Nielsen. It is oil on canvas. There is no date on the back. 22" x 26".

My Wall Wednesday

This is a yarn drawing from Mexico. I have always loved the use of fabric, yarn, or any substance that has fiber contained in it. I think that a person has to be born that way to have the reaction that I have. Anyway, this was done around 1945, I think. My uncle got it when he was attending the art school in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. He traded it for one of his pieces. I don't know if he ever loved it as much as I did because I never saw it hanging in his place.

My uncle could see my fascination with it and gave it to me. I wasn't able to question him about the artist. The only thing that I did find out was that the fellow was an Indian from the back hills of Mexico. The subject are primordial images that are represented in artwork around the world. Every culture has these one and two cell beings on their rock walls. I once found a discarded library book about Lemuria (a supposed continent that was in the Pacific Ocean. Part of that continent is supposedly California). The book was filled with these images. The serpent, the one and two cell creature, all the beginnings of life were in this book.

There is writing on the back and the Spanish (which someone translated for me. My Spanish is work Spanish only), is very poor Spanish and has words that are not legible. But what it does say is that the images represent part of the Indian heritage.

I believe from my research that it may have been made from someone of the tribe Huichol.

Measurements: 23 1/2 X 23 1/2 On Plywood Wool Yarn circa mid 1940

What's on Your Wall Wednesday

This Painting hits me in many bright and also hidden places. First off the colors resounds in bright loud cymbals. It is so wonderful. Yellow and orange, how could anyone not respond. But looking further, diving into the painting and a anatomically fashioned heart comes through and it looks like it has been savaged. How is that? The eye is pulled further in and it is indeed a heart. The psyche pulls back a step or two. The overall painting is examined. Yes, the brightness and life are there but the darker side of life is also there. At that point, I fell deeper and deeper into the painting and realized that it had a part of my life in it. I was hooked. I look at it everyday and revel in the color and the deeper side of meaning.

"Broken but Still Beating"

Patrice O'Farrell Hinz, Acrylic on Canvas 24"x26". 2002.