tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31557990837097828892024-02-06T18:17:33.946-08:00APONOVICH 52 A Parallax View........A New Vision.....
The Journey ContinuesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-18234828652171413442014-09-05T09:29:00.001-07:002014-09-05T09:29:03.752-07:00A NEW BLOG !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On a Balcony in Panicale</div>
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It occurred to me that where I live in Peterborough, New Hampshire and where I "live" in Panicale, Umbria ( Italy) are on both on the same latitude, the 43rd Parallel.</div>
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I paint, draw, cook, and eat in both places, and each town although an ocean apart have an influence on my work and art.</div>
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I will do a weekly post, for at least the next year.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In April 2012 Beth and I moved from Hancock, NH. to a new home in neighboring Peterborough. Although only nine miles separate our old home from the new one the change was profound, a parallactic shift occurred in my visual perception. In other words new surroundings brought forth a new vision.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had been growing and tending after a large Agapanthus plant for a number of years. The new house came with a walled garden ( and Kiki, the gardener). Since there was ample sunlight I placed the potted Agapanthus on the wall, grown over with Boston Ivy. There it flourished with over twenty blossoms.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE VISION</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It happens in an instant, the creative vision. It was early morning during a much too hot July. Fog had settled over the hillside, the sun was a hazy disk as hundreds of drops of water clung to the plant.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE CONCEPT SKETCH</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quick! Get it on paper! Don't be fussy just capture the idea. It doesn't look like much but it is all there. It takes about two minutes to draw. Now, what are the dimensions (height & width)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it is about 4 to 5. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">32" x 40" perhaps....or maybe larger.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE VISIT BY THE GALLERY</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It just so happens that I am preparing for a major show in New York</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a courtesy, a representative from the gallery stopped by late in August to visit the studio. Although I had lost a lot of time in the process of moving I was now painting at full speed and paintings were all over the place, some underway, some canvas' blank,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> one being 40" x 50"........Hmmmmmm. I mentioned my idea to Tom and showed him the sketch, he looked at it, thought for a moment and then said,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "James, paint what you want to paint."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was chomping at the bit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Due to the fact that the colors were going to be primarily cool greens and greys, I wanted to lay down a base coat (ground) of warm Burnt Sienna. A few pencil lines went down to basically establish where the significant areas were and then....my mind traveled to that lonely amazing island seven miles off the coast, Appledore.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Instead of the lawn and the trees of Peterborough, in the distance I painted Appledore in fog. I had done it before out there, so why not? So I set up my easel up in</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">front of the garden wall and painted like a madman. Six hours later it was all there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should mention that I had only six weeks to complete three paintings....AH, no sweat!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who needs sleep anyhow?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I start on the flowers because I don't know how long they will last. Individually they aren't much, small simple blue blossoms in a burst of stalks. They become blue explosions in the sky.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I begin to paint the ivy, old and ragged it creeps over the mortared wall and climbs up the terra cotta pot. Who needs cloth? I have always been terrified of green, I have hardly any green tubes in my paintbox. It's time I face my stupid fears and dive in. What do you have to loose? Oh yeah, I am having a show at an important NY gallery and I have six weeks....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But who's counting.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FOG :GREEN BEING DEVOURED BY GREY</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I paint the fog, the sun is pure white. The more distant greens are cool, the closer greens warmer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soften the edges, it is blurry in the distance. The fog hovers, underneath things are clear. Sharpen those edges, more vines more leaves. I paint the terra cotta with the </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I need to make more value contrast. I slash pure Radiant White to create the ocean, even where it is not suppose to be. Who knew? White dew drips from the flowers.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No time for errors, I must finish this before it begins to turn on me and have "issues." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then I find myself looking at the painting on the other easel, White Calla Lilies against a crisp blue Umbrian sky. Uh Oh!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its the bottom of the ninth inning and I stop this painting.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7/8's complete.........why?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">James, paint what you want to paint.</span><br />
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<i>Agapanthus, Appledore</i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-39651163050295011952012-07-11T07:44:00.016-07:002012-07-12T08:43:15.227-07:00Boston Globe's Art Critic Reviews Aponovich 52<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FrD5WOwWYDT_I7XafAuOpRmpK5Mh6BwBlLgvzCC0gvt3O9NYGwtUTtjkEtKopabll40we5GnOfsFIPA7xmMIK05a03Db7dfO92n3GaQYaK_rSP1VsTfePHdkNFjZkqhjfFT1bNiDTkeW/s1600/Painting+%25237+Boxed+Fruit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FrD5WOwWYDT_I7XafAuOpRmpK5Mh6BwBlLgvzCC0gvt3O9NYGwtUTtjkEtKopabll40we5GnOfsFIPA7xmMIK05a03Db7dfO92n3GaQYaK_rSP1VsTfePHdkNFjZkqhjfFT1bNiDTkeW/s400/Painting+%25237+Boxed+Fruit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763929464645014882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;">Wednesday, July 11, 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In today's edition of The Boston Globe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Art Critic Cate McQuaid </div><div style="text-align: center;">reviews APONOVICH 52</div><div style="text-align: center;">at <a href="http://www,clarkgallery.com">Clark Gallery</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><i>"the exhibit pulls back the curtain on the artist's process."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><i>"the blog reveals the sweat, anxiety, and thought that went into his work."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Cate McQuaid</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">The Boston Globe</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBm7fnX02dZW8TB1egC-5WqyO2RMH0MrwVYza4rLneolT1K3Pp8pCoA2qYhXbHbKBAf-6fCYMPICYtau1wgWpUKOKRdqslpOsQeVy4WeJWjC2QGObEhJ5YsCJDNVYMcjdLsB1FCPUV5Bxp/s1600/fortune+cookies+%2523+6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBm7fnX02dZW8TB1egC-5WqyO2RMH0MrwVYza4rLneolT1K3Pp8pCoA2qYhXbHbKBAf-6fCYMPICYtau1wgWpUKOKRdqslpOsQeVy4WeJWjC2QGObEhJ5YsCJDNVYMcjdLsB1FCPUV5Bxp/s400/fortune+cookies+%2523+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763929258670680594" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Chinese Fortune Cookies / week # 6</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><i>...." But Aponovich, in his new show at Clark Gallery, steps gamely into the 21st Century."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Cate McQuaid</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTArqe_EDlFiaAA94lyJVwFGE1-6lzlSCfQ3_mQiYuHL6hEKzPIS8CmRXUsnleL_8V7r60caKzb2Zgt7bj2KhoMMiiPjJMO2xsE990pm64I-h6wZD4HimsarFJDyZ4Sl3QEHfTSPOoylY/s1600/Strawberries.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTArqe_EDlFiaAA94lyJVwFGE1-6lzlSCfQ3_mQiYuHL6hEKzPIS8CmRXUsnleL_8V7r60caKzb2Zgt7bj2KhoMMiiPjJMO2xsE990pm64I-h6wZD4HimsarFJDyZ4Sl3QEHfTSPOoylY/s400/Strawberries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5763927873919471730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Strawberries, Tuscany/ week #35 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><i>"his strawberries glisten delectably..."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Cate McQuaid</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Boston Globe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">A few quotes from the review, but please read the full review.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Click on<a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com/"> Clark Gallery </a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">where you will find the entire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"> Boston Globe review of Aponovich 52 by Cate McQuaid.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-10726833078716327352012-07-10T09:33:00.002-07:002012-07-11T06:45:18.782-07:00WGBH Arts: James Aponovich: A 52 Week Painting Marathon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIUwhYpGKk-WQ3n7I4-Y48yE2sCwqVacfHf5wSuRCxfPK5tOMlphloVD9QyWUrzj2NuC3RFlzdECTSuXW61FaglHHSQAqOuSvk5zfBw9_i6DGVBqwZDAVXMK7PK89Gei3R8UUUtkPHR2d/s1600/Blue+Hydrangea:+Maine:+Aponovich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIUwhYpGKk-WQ3n7I4-Y48yE2sCwqVacfHf5wSuRCxfPK5tOMlphloVD9QyWUrzj2NuC3RFlzdECTSuXW61FaglHHSQAqOuSvk5zfBw9_i6DGVBqwZDAVXMK7PK89Gei3R8UUUtkPHR2d/s320/Blue+Hydrangea:+Maine:+Aponovich.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Still Life with Blue Hydrangea</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Aponovich 52 / Week # 20 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Follow the link below for an online WGBH Arts Review of APONOVICH 52</div><div style="text-align: center;">at <a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com">Clark Gallery</a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.wgbh.org/wgbharts/Article.cfm?articleID=6693#.T_xW-sfFlJt.blogger">WGBH Arts: James Aponovich: A 52 Week Painting Marathon</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-15069827583005480802012-06-28T12:52:00.006-07:002012-06-28T13:20:14.679-07:00THE SHOW IS UP.........Now What?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9_nBH5v126IpcRSDXhFcoy2j23YtqCxtFY3CdJPeH18wjQD15JxAjadaBE_tveg_BHy_0KyFsZCeWoAjmo3EdLxwaXZdiMvSrvP4PoSsqI-GqKAkqYrp2jJ_D63cTq75VnTS3z0Nq6GJ/s1600/IMG_9289+Boston+Globe+.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9_nBH5v126IpcRSDXhFcoy2j23YtqCxtFY3CdJPeH18wjQD15JxAjadaBE_tveg_BHy_0KyFsZCeWoAjmo3EdLxwaXZdiMvSrvP4PoSsqI-GqKAkqYrp2jJ_D63cTq75VnTS3z0Nq6GJ/s400/IMG_9289+Boston+Globe+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5759178474488229394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">THE BOSTON GLOBE</div><div style="text-align: center;">Critic's Tip</div><div style="text-align: center;">Boston Globe G Calendar Magazine</div><div style="text-align: center;">June 28, 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Often, a one-person exhibition is sort of a let down. Shows are usually scheduled a couple of years out and what follows is a lot of work, mostly in solitude. Then the show is hung for a month or so. It is now time to take account of what's hanging, first, is it any good? Is it cohesive? Does it show progress and perhaps indicate new avenues of expression? Or, is it just the same old, same old? Fortunately, I don't have to make these determinations.I have tried to illustrate the thinking process during the A52 year. To my surprise, a great many people have been following the blog, for that I am flattered and grateful. Several have suggested that it be made into a book, others have requested</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> I continue on the road to my next show.....maybe, but you know it's a lot of work.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For more information on the Aponovich 52 exhibit go to:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com/">Clark Gallery</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-12995729674744662972012-06-11T11:13:00.012-07:002012-06-21T04:44:33.882-07:00The Show Goes Up...............<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVZinhodgWGsiPCxj3N8XSEqtEfN78xHK5pgQoiQE8M0BReQavQZ3Imh8G-fzjrATvix4pEA80LRdwZtihT4iFI1ptb4R7jfmpwa8Y5ebz4BXIlQaEaUnHmPp7V4356gWedN42qJnZvDZ/s1600/IMG_9163+installation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVZinhodgWGsiPCxj3N8XSEqtEfN78xHK5pgQoiQE8M0BReQavQZ3Imh8G-fzjrATvix4pEA80LRdwZtihT4iFI1ptb4R7jfmpwa8Y5ebz4BXIlQaEaUnHmPp7V4356gWedN42qJnZvDZ/s400/IMG_9163+installation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5752847606143691602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"With APONOVICH 52, James has entered a new terrain for painters of his genre. With his strict conceptual time-based premise of completing one painting each week during the past year, his painting methodology become part performance, part ritual and part obsession. In directing all of his thoughts and efforts to complete a painting each week, Aponovich 52 is a work of profound contemplation on art and the act of painting: transcendent , inspirational and visionary."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Dana Salvo, Clark Gallery</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sxoaAvlHgnSDC9CBU_4xZJl4gNZAJxuAdZ9J2zACjgBEI0WVXy5dZS-gDe4ZA4wxOILSAe4OoQM7fe6O1iKtpweuryZhLTXTH1JqnrEmBdZCcZbe9zdRaW0otnPck4KmZMHGNbJt3SG4/s1600/IMG_9169++install+%25234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sxoaAvlHgnSDC9CBU_4xZJl4gNZAJxuAdZ9J2zACjgBEI0WVXy5dZS-gDe4ZA4wxOILSAe4OoQM7fe6O1iKtpweuryZhLTXTH1JqnrEmBdZCcZbe9zdRaW0otnPck4KmZMHGNbJt3SG4/s320/IMG_9169++install+%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5752845927944824578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>JAMES APONOVICH</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">APONOVICH 52</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A Painting Marathon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">52 Weeks / 52 Paintings</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">June 12-July 28, 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Reception Saturday, June 16 from 4:00-6:00</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Clark </b>Gallery</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">145 Lincoln Rd., Lincoln,MA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com/">www.clarkgallery.com</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwGWCgKOZZbYDkqZZmi6NKWvCg6CoctUA8TlwTgB8Fdg-Ki3IFHB3Q5XE-7Cwa6YW_jz1DNi-F7l2PLtTvuuCU4AHBYuDA_X8YtpKE-1S-SU2GcByhQzl-lqyGpW0fYPEFdeyPs4HlpTNP/s1600/Aponovich%253AStill+Life+with+Amaryllis%252C+Evening.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwGWCgKOZZbYDkqZZmi6NKWvCg6CoctUA8TlwTgB8Fdg-Ki3IFHB3Q5XE-7Cwa6YW_jz1DNi-F7l2PLtTvuuCU4AHBYuDA_X8YtpKE-1S-SU2GcByhQzl-lqyGpW0fYPEFdeyPs4HlpTNP/s320/Aponovich%253AStill+Life+with+Amaryllis%252C+Evening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5752844778034541538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i> Studio Still Life , Evening</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This painting was done after the "52" project was completed, but if you look carefully at the studio shelves you will notice several of the objects that I included in paintings over the </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">year long marathon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For more on this exhibit go to</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.bethandjamesblog.blogspot.com">APONOVICH and JOHANSSON</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">At Home and Away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-71254225710898758452012-03-31T09:04:00.017-07:002012-04-07T13:00:18.303-07:00Week 52 Plus.....Epiblog !<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wGmiBvubC5VnyTmicOcuSzpkSZbC89mNLwzBzUZBc92EkQW2148iI0RASCZvJbph-UPy3jxIDaLqzqF9lugs3yuHA4LlOYoKsc9-fX_KRB7OLPK7ybkVaXepNEN7RGJv0G2dDW9sg5-n/s1600/0002aA++Clark+Gallery+invite+front.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wGmiBvubC5VnyTmicOcuSzpkSZbC89mNLwzBzUZBc92EkQW2148iI0RASCZvJbph-UPy3jxIDaLqzqF9lugs3yuHA4LlOYoKsc9-fX_KRB7OLPK7ybkVaXepNEN7RGJv0G2dDW9sg5-n/s400/0002aA++Clark+Gallery+invite+front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726094773826627586" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthnqvZdRhlsM-3rltuLLokFtJzoVs-AREhlF9wAOZK6_ntC6ityGgEmP3DVSylLS0RkFHg19tIit1oY3yzH4CExU6hY7DwE2rYWYpzzR0b0QAC4bD1o0tMXWR1Yzr04l8XEqgjKuP6DRs/s1600/0001b7++Clark+Gallery+invire+back%253A+crop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthnqvZdRhlsM-3rltuLLokFtJzoVs-AREhlF9wAOZK6_ntC6ityGgEmP3DVSylLS0RkFHg19tIit1oY3yzH4CExU6hY7DwE2rYWYpzzR0b0QAC4bD1o0tMXWR1Yzr04l8XEqgjKuP6DRs/s320/0001b7++Clark+Gallery+invire+back%253A+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726093934090671570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">CLARK GALLERY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Lincoln, Massachusetts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com/">www.clarkgallery.com</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;">INVITE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I would like to invite all of those who you have taken the time to follow my journey over the past year to come to <a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com/">Clark Gallery</a> in Lincoln, MA on the 16th of June, or during the run of the exhibit to see, in person, all 52 of these paintings. It was quite a year. Beth ( see week #51) was extremely necessary and very patient in working with me to get each week's work published. My thanks to her. I would also like to mention the owner of Clark Gallery and friend, Dana Salvo for his encouragement at critical times, "come on champ!, there's only two more rounds, keep your feet movin' and dukes up!".....that kind of thing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFAz_L3tb2xe8z7xjRH7XtO2DooidEwFDZqFVFmpZNsE2cM7az60eVcuASXBMh1KLw8dHWhEeBP_jYzWWaFPCKV1V9vBroNt90tVlT6SMbmoB39e5cTk5Cs-F92t_AoIE-uGAtl9teyou/s1600/IMG_8128+James%253A+studio+%25231.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFAz_L3tb2xe8z7xjRH7XtO2DooidEwFDZqFVFmpZNsE2cM7az60eVcuASXBMh1KLw8dHWhEeBP_jYzWWaFPCKV1V9vBroNt90tVlT6SMbmoB39e5cTk5Cs-F92t_AoIE-uGAtl9teyou/s400/IMG_8128+James%253A+studio+%25231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726093543331659954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here's me, surrounded by some upcoming "challenges". </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I learned at The Armory Show that I am on the 2013 schedule to have a show at</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://hirschlandadler.com/"> Hirschl & Adler Modern</a>, New York, NY., which means I have a lot of work ahead of me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Wish me luck. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ciao!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Check back in from time to time for updates.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You can continue to follow me, along with Beth on our blog:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.bethandjamesblog.blogspot.com/">APONOVICH and JOHANSSON, At Home and Away</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-32461629319057477822012-03-24T09:14:00.013-07:002012-03-24T14:17:24.028-07:00WEEK # 52 / Still Life with Cloche<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTWUL2DgRhmA74_s5p7hqdLEUcItdexT1FoItcqE4CRX-f-wlkriALtoTZo_iyOJIS6yT5tAHSUpSOrqMkAATAnNb6u0wOqjT3UobzIZBq5EG8RVTX0JGFMw-IsOqcREu-ol4xzhKo06D/s1600/Aponovich+52%253A+still+life+with+Cloche.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTWUL2DgRhmA74_s5p7hqdLEUcItdexT1FoItcqE4CRX-f-wlkriALtoTZo_iyOJIS6yT5tAHSUpSOrqMkAATAnNb6u0wOqjT3UobzIZBq5EG8RVTX0JGFMw-IsOqcREu-ol4xzhKo06D/s400/Aponovich+52%253A+still+life+with+Cloche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723499495201938610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Still Life with Cloche</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on canvas. 20" x 16", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Here it is, the final week of this journey. For my last painting I decided to build myself a pictorial Anniversary cake. I had thought of other images for this auspicious week, all could be described as "cleaver" or worse yet "cheeky". Beth suggested that I don't disappoint anyone who might be expecting a valid summation of this past year. So, this is my choice, a colorful layering of repeated shapes, swelling upward. I hope you like it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">THE MANIFESTO ( sort of)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">In summation, I have always had a broad based interest in everything that touches human life. Some may compare it to a beaver pond, broad but shallow. Anyways, I often reference historical paintings because I have a firm belief that the potential for human achievement is necessitated </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">by an appreciation of the canon of past achievements. Even though, as the poet </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"> once said, we cannot hope to emulate those achievements, we just try.....or in his own words:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">And what there is to conquer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">by strength and submission has already been discovered</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">once or twice, or several times by men whom we cannot hope</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">to emulate - but there is no competition -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">there is only the fight to recover what has been lost</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">and found and lost again and again....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">for us, there is only the trying</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">the rest is not our business.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">T.S. Eliot</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><i>The Four Quartets</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"> The world is small now, but as artist, we must seek a new common mythic narrative, derived from the past, and thusly carry on, for humanity, a rich accessible tradition.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">NEXT...............THE PARTY!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">I would like to invite all of you to come and see for yourself all 52 of these paintings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">APONOVICH 52</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;">June 12- July 18</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;">Artist Reception: June 16</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;">Clark Gallery</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;">Lincoln, MA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Check back here next week for the invitation!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-83713579558979912712012-03-14T10:44:00.016-07:002012-03-15T06:27:32.445-07:00WEEK # 51/ Portrait of Elizabeth Johansson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnvmozOhqiJF758fW4iNn5Qdp8HirtS_IMQ19nXnp0FlllK_nhF4VmVnVfPwyY3Wj8CKZ2vOqfLiG4PHeZdNuRJAUo9jOR8mLrsILShNTBviFk8whCigndBjerVme80-FuN8vt_h9Jbi_/s1600/%252351%253A+Portrait+of+Elizabeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnvmozOhqiJF758fW4iNn5Qdp8HirtS_IMQ19nXnp0FlllK_nhF4VmVnVfPwyY3Wj8CKZ2vOqfLiG4PHeZdNuRJAUo9jOR8mLrsILShNTBviFk8whCigndBjerVme80-FuN8vt_h9Jbi_/s400/%252351%253A+Portrait+of+Elizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719811632299468850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Portrait of Elizabeth Johansson</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oil on panel, 7" x 5", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Often, during this project I have mentioned my wife, Beth. By way of introduction let me present this portrait of her. I met her by seeing her drawings and to this day she is a dedicated and wonderful artist. She also takes my rough drafts and photos and translates them into this elegant format. To her I have much to thank.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcODiqrCEhJlQ6E5GYeSLXbi7efpgiGcfPg9xqFujqrizz2WrTQiex9AnuOOUfWP9KuycMLFLmRbBVvIfpJR5cSC09DdJyyVvSoZWgZzwD2LI9Cz-Ia9TEKU87wCP3owIxcP8VoEcEa1zV/s1600/Lippi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcODiqrCEhJlQ6E5GYeSLXbi7efpgiGcfPg9xqFujqrizz2WrTQiex9AnuOOUfWP9KuycMLFLmRbBVvIfpJR5cSC09DdJyyVvSoZWgZzwD2LI9Cz-Ia9TEKU87wCP3owIxcP8VoEcEa1zV/s320/Lippi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719810976051490050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Fra Filippo Lippi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Portrait of a Man and Woman at a Casement</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Tempera on wood, 25" x 16", c. 1440</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Recently, Beth and I were in New York to attend<a href="http://www.bethandjamesblog.blogspot.com"> the Armory Show</a>. As we were staying on the Upper East Side, The Met was only a short walk from the hotel. We were there to meet our friends Judith and Robert and to see three exhibits, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Steins Collection ( the collections of Leo & Gertrude Stein), The furniture of Duncan Phyfe,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> and a knock out show of The Portrait in Renaissance Italy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaBUU2VNXxz11AWqbPKF1lb1YnJMv3sBFcro_U7z4V9kk486UFeSkqw2SSsLewwAKI7CF7m6cIx7kWCVPNSt2RvAOixPbnmauiUiuvfjFfQ8no1ccY3M0UPLQPWRFNDqUQ4BUqgbD9tHX/s1600/IMG_8098+Jan+Van+EYCK.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaBUU2VNXxz11AWqbPKF1lb1YnJMv3sBFcro_U7z4V9kk486UFeSkqw2SSsLewwAKI7CF7m6cIx7kWCVPNSt2RvAOixPbnmauiUiuvfjFfQ8no1ccY3M0UPLQPWRFNDqUQ4BUqgbD9tHX/s320/IMG_8098+Jan+Van+EYCK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719810520469119346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jan Van Eyck</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Man with a Red Chaperon</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">oil on panel, 14" x 10", 1433</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">National Gallery, London</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Both the Van Eyck and the Lippi paintings were executed about the same time, and both could not be more different. The sober, lofty, idealized formality of the Italians is contrasted with the hard psychological abstractness of the Flemish. I have always striven to align myself and my painting style with the warm Italians of the Fifteenth Century, but I just can't shake that cold Northern blast from the Flemish that is <i>really</i> my greatest influence. Maybe these New England winters are getting to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Next up, the final one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-11496889271790532452012-03-11T09:20:00.012-07:002012-03-12T07:23:53.925-07:00WEEK #50/ Sliced Cantaloupe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwH8wQEFkvMYZ6XCXwKmj48KS9h5rWdM946A3TEoGpl_fwqNQ5zaJl-whfJxXwRenWYloLijUYE-sBehTJKEVRzSnQm7TaGcGSPEG8qIvMZK4FsKYTn0xEI9poB-Vm6HKQ3rzPjoIssdo/s1600/%252350+%253A+Bowl+of+Sliced+Canteloupe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwH8wQEFkvMYZ6XCXwKmj48KS9h5rWdM946A3TEoGpl_fwqNQ5zaJl-whfJxXwRenWYloLijUYE-sBehTJKEVRzSnQm7TaGcGSPEG8qIvMZK4FsKYTn0xEI9poB-Vm6HKQ3rzPjoIssdo/s400/%252350+%253A+Bowl+of+Sliced+Canteloupe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718675711205176082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sliced Cantaloupe</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oil on panel, 9" x 12", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I habitually carry a sketchbook wherever I go. You just never know what you will see that may become the next painting. It is very difficult to force a painting, usually it just appears. The trick is to be ready and to recognize it. That split second is inspiration, the rest is work, in other words, craftsmanship.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Recently, I was drawing with my friend Bob and as he was sketching a bunch of oyster shells, I noticed an old, not very valuable, Chinese bowl on the table. His wife, Sylvia, was slicing a melon.....so....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_m129u03k2DcsySAdnmF0oPzTeGBzaMCOeKxbM7lSweey-hheFtOlyEKT94CUg5L62gwaI-KmaxfAreoYWsRzxrd4ooQegYrfjSGqDLDX1t7bqZ0m8kEiRKMtel359JwRU52nlqw9xjZ/s1600/Bowl+of+Sliced+Canteloupe%253Adrawing.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_m129u03k2DcsySAdnmF0oPzTeGBzaMCOeKxbM7lSweey-hheFtOlyEKT94CUg5L62gwaI-KmaxfAreoYWsRzxrd4ooQegYrfjSGqDLDX1t7bqZ0m8kEiRKMtel359JwRU52nlqw9xjZ/s320/Bowl+of+Sliced+Canteloupe%253Adrawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718675494047770050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> Study, Sliced Cantaloupe</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Graphite on paper, 9" x 7", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">.....I started drawing. Since Beth and I were going to New York for a few days</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> to attend The Armory Show, I had to make this painting using only elemental contrasts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Orange - Blue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dark - Light</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hard - Soft</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Pretty basic stuff, but sometimes the best dishes are made with the fewest ingredients.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">All content / images are copyright James Aponovich 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">and may not be used without written permission.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-5701044561499413972012-03-04T09:17:00.016-08:002012-03-04T10:31:48.052-08:00WEEK # 49 / STUDIO STILL LIFE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT0-kCSNrnPXgQz4Wrd8fYxEgsRCKUq8kPWnTdoAA9mSG_Nfo_W4IhLTqDn1Kcl_xb7ut8t8u1GGftG5GggtYZrmYp_ieaAIY30fw_nbWtzdPpquWCxuF1IMzS4hUl0Y5iBtx6vWKlYcB/s1600/Aponovich+%252349.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT0-kCSNrnPXgQz4Wrd8fYxEgsRCKUq8kPWnTdoAA9mSG_Nfo_W4IhLTqDn1Kcl_xb7ut8t8u1GGftG5GggtYZrmYp_ieaAIY30fw_nbWtzdPpquWCxuF1IMzS4hUl0Y5iBtx6vWKlYcB/s400/Aponovich+%252349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716092478707157122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Studio Still Life</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel, 16" x 12", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Whew! This was one difficult picture to paint. It is a combination of Trompe l'oeil with standard three dimensional forms. The rules of both styles are different yet very specific and unrelenting. The painting is composed of "stuff" on the wall of my studio plus objects on the shelves. It ain't what you got, it's how you put it together.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">THE STORY OF ART</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">IS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">THE ART OF THE STORY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes. As you may have already figured out, many of my still lifes have complex underlying compositional structures and / or numerical puzzles. I will often give hints. In this case it's the three push pins next to the playing card. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Why the Queen of Hearts?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Red Yellow Blue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Much of this painting is monochromatic, white, black, and shades of grey. Since The Queen has the three primary colors plus white and black I painted her first. Then I keyed my colors and values to attempt to balance the composition. Yellow tissue, blue Chinese vase and red ribbon are meant to pull those objects forward. I painted the drawings and compass in neutral greys to help me along. The important transition is the Zurbaran postcard behind the vase leaning against the wall, uniting one plane with the other.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">All content copyright James Aponovich and cannot be reproduced</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> without written permission.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-15754055176953296942012-02-21T06:43:00.000-08:002012-02-22T09:10:41.356-08:00WEEK # 48 / CHAMBERED NAUTILUS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYM6M-k-fknT6EvhfJjyUl-_dEDe284-bAeOydk-ir2zEqWM8LBkvgVq6CH2c0fxpHOyRN5v0al5YlFRNAj06S4lEgPZ0qd68A3x9cJ04rreQ_D07A9rQYR7x0cNNkFgYeUlFo7velbRN/s1600/week+48%253A++nautilus+.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYM6M-k-fknT6EvhfJjyUl-_dEDe284-bAeOydk-ir2zEqWM8LBkvgVq6CH2c0fxpHOyRN5v0al5YlFRNAj06S4lEgPZ0qd68A3x9cJ04rreQ_D07A9rQYR7x0cNNkFgYeUlFo7velbRN/s400/week+48%253A++nautilus+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711603040396219778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chambered Nautilus</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel , 6" x 6", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This is a study for a larger, upcoming painting. The shell has been sitting on a shelf in the studio for years and since I normally do not paint seashells, I never paid much attention to it. A few days ago, I took it down off the shelf and really examined it. I must paint this.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Romanian sculptor Brancusi once said that the egg was the ideal shape (see week # 31). That may be true, but I feel that this shell may be the most beautiful shape. It's asymmetrical form is exquisite, the very embodiment of natural elegance and grace. As a realist, I paint the external surface of objects, but it is how they are composed internally that has always interested me. The shape of this shell is a result of an uneven growth sequence...a very precise uneven growth sequence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A VERY PRECISE GROWTH SEQUENCE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPt5S5JM0uYhlkrzFHdHT_J8pSzVoikrIObQLHVMcRbpCPVDrV84W4TXLyIlGhV3PdJsR2FKdoXns5KuD0DRleSQdNWCAwHZ6RYoWerCpNowTAn_xBQY0iLpcEJzfRBKTKgMEAYwAnslrE/s1600/rectangle%253A+nautilus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPt5S5JM0uYhlkrzFHdHT_J8pSzVoikrIObQLHVMcRbpCPVDrV84W4TXLyIlGhV3PdJsR2FKdoXns5KuD0DRleSQdNWCAwHZ6RYoWerCpNowTAn_xBQY0iLpcEJzfRBKTKgMEAYwAnslrE/s320/rectangle%253A+nautilus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711602592509695538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rectangle of the Whirling Squares</div><div style="text-align: center;">with Logarithmic Spiral</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Rectangle of the Whirling Squares! Who says this stuff is boring?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well, It's just another name for the good old Golden Section Rectangle that I have referred to in the past. But if you look at it, you will see that it is composed of squares, one after another, getting progressively smaller and smaller, dancing their way around....ad infinitum. Start adding squares and it gets larger and larger....it never ends. Progressive growth - same shape.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">By drawing diagonals in all the squares and inscribing arcs I come up with a logarithmic spiral, or growth pattern for the chambered nautilus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">WOW!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">All content is copyright James Aponovich and cannot be used or reproduced with express written permission.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-24524916515939575042012-02-17T07:38:00.000-08:002012-02-18T09:14:42.944-08:00WEEK # 47 / Still Life with Self Portrait<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeCHJgAzpitS-MyUWwDcP6EH9Iuu9fuZMa4kg6YRo2EUoOv8zQAq0lXGLd2u1dYwrKMlRstiQ9-nCbpfbqzhp6EXudMjVUPtp3z1Zhu5lEaTzTwjkcJ5nsp8ACeyA-Nms1jSCuio1lw4V/s1600/self+portrait.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeCHJgAzpitS-MyUWwDcP6EH9Iuu9fuZMa4kg6YRo2EUoOv8zQAq0lXGLd2u1dYwrKMlRstiQ9-nCbpfbqzhp6EXudMjVUPtp3z1Zhu5lEaTzTwjkcJ5nsp8ACeyA-Nms1jSCuio1lw4V/s400/self+portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710131067735730290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Still Life with Self Portrait</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel, 10" x 8", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"I never was good looking</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">now I'm too old to let that get me down"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;"> Chris Smither, singer songwriter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">It had to happen, sooner or later I would have to face reality and deal with the self portrait. The last one I did was perhaps twenty five years ago. Good reason. This painting started as a farewell to the clementine orange, that little jewel from Spain and North Africa. They are now being replaced by an impostor from California appropriately called "cuties". A sales pitch. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Anyway, I decided to include a portrait of me impaled on a 'frog', a barbed florist stand ment to stick flower stems onto. I keep one next to my easel with a reproduction</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"> of a painting,<i> A Portrait of a Man </i>by Hans Memling. I did not want to copy Memling so I painted a reproduction of another man....me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">THE CULT OF SELF</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><i>"......repurposed material folded into larger questions of identity, history, culture and the cult of self."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">This is a portion of a review of an artist's show that was published in The New York Time last year. Cult of self? I called my art savvy Boston dealer,<a href="http://www.clarkgallery.com/"> Dana Salvo</a>, and asked him to translate that sentence from 'artspeak' to English. He told me not to worry about it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSvDh-JQ7S8JBwWRGAPPRvJUrBTHGhKPhMLGIkeIpo2V0sStnLPaNfQiNK5Vbh-sV14UW99CDhcG8hnAL3wgdt21GWUafrPAwS1SGMb2S7yivIak59HKORd08A0o8a6Qrh6mi5HcNn15z/s1600/Rembrandt%253Astudio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSvDh-JQ7S8JBwWRGAPPRvJUrBTHGhKPhMLGIkeIpo2V0sStnLPaNfQiNK5Vbh-sV14UW99CDhcG8hnAL3wgdt21GWUafrPAwS1SGMb2S7yivIak59HKORd08A0o8a6Qrh6mi5HcNn15z/s320/Rembrandt%253Astudio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710130659384678402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rembrandt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Artist In His Studio</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel, 10" x 12", 1628</div><div style="text-align: center;">Museum of Fine Arts, Boston</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">REMBRANDT</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am often asked which artist is my favorite. That is a difficult question to answer but I would come down on the side of Rembrandt. His humanity, piety and outstanding technical ability puts him on top. I have chosen two self portraits out of the hundreds that he did in his life. Both are in relatively close proximity to me, one in Boston, the other in New York. This small painting shows Rembrandt at the age of twenty two in the full act of painting. He has stepped back from the easel and like a swordsman is about to lunge forward and attack that painting with his brush. His future all before him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL5zaJYoI0YVj-f_TzTqbr2CF6371nNPs6qlFvRYSwABI1AqXYkexH4iIYDDYPL3xKEI8dEuQgL46C4ZiMAOWf2IRfaw7wJrSnXtd3wuv-nKX9YDP_fUKGHpsO45aijdRCx01q6FSdCvz/s1600/Rembrandt+self+portrait.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL5zaJYoI0YVj-f_TzTqbr2CF6371nNPs6qlFvRYSwABI1AqXYkexH4iIYDDYPL3xKEI8dEuQgL46C4ZiMAOWf2IRfaw7wJrSnXtd3wuv-nKX9YDP_fUKGHpsO45aijdRCx01q6FSdCvz/s320/Rembrandt+self+portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710129879639564434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rembrandt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Self Portrait</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on canvas, 52" x 40", 1658</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Frick Collection, NY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here sits the Master some thirty years later. He is fifty two and has just lost everything he acquired from his illustrious career. His house and belongings were sold to pay off his debts. He is broke, out of work, and out of fashion. Yet, he says to himself, screw it! I am a painter. So he paints one of the greatest portraits of all time. He is a King and portrays himself accordingly, the black eyes stare at you with the accumulated wisdom of triumph and tragedy. He died at my current age, broke.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sixteen years later in Germany a child is born who was to bring to music what Rembrandt to painting......Johann Sebastian Bach.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;">Copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;">Content and Aponovich images are copyright 2012 J. Aponovich and can only be used with written permission.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-42395537194492734962012-02-10T15:14:00.000-08:002012-02-11T06:54:57.215-08:00WEEK # 46 / Moonrise Over the Gulf of Maine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIhyRITfm51S47upj55iZoyrIJfvR79RP5HVa9hTjBTvJyQUJ8vLzMKaM2uvU-y3zM9Yoc7zzhrcpgv4BlN2ulZQQ6S914dZ-MAxAiT7T1_ZMsjlX_X3_9DLBESXL0YDczxxYfpSxr39h/s1600/Rock+%253A+version+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIhyRITfm51S47upj55iZoyrIJfvR79RP5HVa9hTjBTvJyQUJ8vLzMKaM2uvU-y3zM9Yoc7zzhrcpgv4BlN2ulZQQ6S914dZ-MAxAiT7T1_ZMsjlX_X3_9DLBESXL0YDczxxYfpSxr39h/s400/Rock+%253A+version+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707650187722947394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Moonrise Over the Gulf of Maine</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on canvas, 10" x 13", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am very fortunate to live relatively close to the seacoast. Sometimes, particularly in winter I feel the need to wash my eyes clean with the blue of the sea and sky. I have written before about painting on the coast of Maine but now Beth and I are in New Castle, New Hampshire, just east of Portsmouth. ( click on:<a href="http://www.bethandjamesblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow-moon-over-new-england-and-umbria.html"> Aponovich and Johansson, At Home and Away</a> )</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We habitually sketch, not always to create art but to train our eyes, minds and hands to, as Beth puts it "organize space". That is the primary role of composition. Be mindful however, that we are always on the lookout for that situation where everything comes together....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">...it's right in front of you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqST18zP_oFjTfw002lCEry6iPCIAF1GHh9LtAUuT8OU6WVP4NbeMhcOw_m2Z2odt0NXL4CjzNs7AqTqOSPhFAg-tSyvrK4WVuSF40RPGrniKgJnuKDWz3fqQ_exJrNyToiqR0Azc-Ovz5/s1600/IMG_7873+++Rocks%253A+drawing.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqST18zP_oFjTfw002lCEry6iPCIAF1GHh9LtAUuT8OU6WVP4NbeMhcOw_m2Z2odt0NXL4CjzNs7AqTqOSPhFAg-tSyvrK4WVuSF40RPGrniKgJnuKDWz3fqQ_exJrNyToiqR0Azc-Ovz5/s400/IMG_7873+++Rocks%253A+drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707649763231229234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sketch, Moonrise</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pencil on paper, 4.5" x 6", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">BASIC ELEMENTS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">After a long day of looking at drawing sites in Southern Maine, we returned to New Castle and there it was, an outcropping of granite and basalt at high tide. Come two hours later and it completely changed. But for now, for me, this was as basic as it gets. Rock, both in the sea as granite and in the sky as the moon, and water, the sea and clouds. The rocks were leviathan like emerging from a primordial sea. This was earth for billions of years. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The sketch probably took me about twenty minutes to do, but it was enough information. The sea was an electric blue, ice cold, not a Mediterranean sapphire. The rocks were wet and black but the last fading rays of the sunset barely cast a warm light on the very top. The rocks were the fulcrum of sun and moon. The moment was out of time. This is why we always return to the coast, the rhythm of the tide and the screech of the gull is embedded in us.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">Coming up next week: Let Me Introduce Myself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;">All content copyright James Aponovich and cannot be used without permission</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:85%;">copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-14677139042725628722012-02-04T08:13:00.000-08:002012-02-10T06:24:18.908-08:00WEEK # 45/ Roadside Pansies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBZf0-3DkOysR6IIX47Q1N44LpMSPYCRLJh11mG-V45dTCYvCsLPguJrg0lYqgx-CcRnxfDnukp6t5N-Sq5zkswno09YWBOjtp1WmFEtDJtwpHv5CZYH-wPo-BEPUKxMWGgKlRm-pKN1v/s1600/week+45+pansies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBZf0-3DkOysR6IIX47Q1N44LpMSPYCRLJh11mG-V45dTCYvCsLPguJrg0lYqgx-CcRnxfDnukp6t5N-Sq5zkswno09YWBOjtp1WmFEtDJtwpHv5CZYH-wPo-BEPUKxMWGgKlRm-pKN1v/s400/week+45+pansies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705314825837237618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Roadside Pansies</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on canvas, 14" x 14", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">FULL DISCLOSURE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Today is February 5th, the first Sunday of the month. About two months ago we decided to host a dinner party for friends of ours from New York who are returning ( they being "summer folk" here) to their Hancock home for a world premier. You see, Robert O., formerly a writer for Jim Henson's Sesame Street, now retired , has taken up the pen and scripted the lyrics to an operetta totally based on the local police log, aptly titled "<i>Police Log</i>". </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A month ago it occurred to me that this day could be what is now an unofficial National holiday called Super Bowl Sunday, and the fact that New England and New York are combatants, it's a huge day around here. I say, fare forward fans for I declare this day the Super "O" Bowl in honor of our guests the Oksners! So, I am busy in the kitchen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">OH YEAH.........THE PAINTING</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Seeing that New England is in the Northeastern corner of this hemisphere, winter comes early and leaves late. The joke is that there are a couple of months out of the year when the skiing is not too good. That means we are always on the look out for signs of Spring.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was searching for a particular plant for the great "<i>Appledore</i>" painting, that is on my easel. We stopped into a sprawling roadside plant place , it holds the distinction for being open 365 days a year and for having free popcorn. What's not to like. As we pulled in there were racks of pansies outside....in January! I couldn't find what I was looking for, but upon returning home I kept thinking of those pansies. The next day I returned and also discovered, amongst the garden stuff, the Chinese porcelain balls. I could not wait to start the painting. The point is you never know where a painting will pop up, so keep your eyes open, it could be right in front of you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-8974611622429196442012-01-27T12:19:00.000-08:002012-01-27T13:20:27.264-08:00WEEK #44 / Still Life with French Porcelain Hand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXkw9lhTdQImQ_sjm-tVYnkdkxOcf16n1nPFglRyYTsrIUS9KK9WZCA99JusNSv2vgjxHV2tuLCCj8DdRga5ZcyXQDvgLh84Y9h2yAq85wEWLGKW5miMfVzqc3MBRUQDRPTbzVB4KCpTQ/s1600/IMG_7821++hand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXkw9lhTdQImQ_sjm-tVYnkdkxOcf16n1nPFglRyYTsrIUS9KK9WZCA99JusNSv2vgjxHV2tuLCCj8DdRga5ZcyXQDvgLh84Y9h2yAq85wEWLGKW5miMfVzqc3MBRUQDRPTbzVB4KCpTQ/s400/IMG_7821++hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702410595411700082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Still Life with French Porcelain Hand</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel, 10" x 8", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"KINDA CREEPY"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">At Christmas, one of the presents that we gave to our daughter Ana was, of course, a gift certificate to some place or other. While shopping, I discovered this porcelain hand at an antique shop and thought it would be clever to place the certificate in the hand. Bad idea. Her reaction to the hand was that it was "kinda creepy". She kept the gift card and returned the hand, thank you very much. O.K., I thought, maybe I'll find a use for it, then I found a discarded postage stamp sheet picked clean of stamps. Hmmmm.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">MINIMALISM and the FOUND OBJECT</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The grid on the stamp sheet impressed me with it's clean lines,both straight and revealing a perforated border. It had a cool whiteness. The Minimalist painter Agnes Martin immediately came to mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOX_pnAmssc1Gd-S-arJ2rXF9gp2pDyg3RXOHPV4_JUtb6dz_fXbeqnlTSHypwPejFGe-r-jS9cn14eHPYaJnxPD772QD8LuiLl_zBnuqTu0u57Ablsqqr6E1DTFYl2RZvLuULlX-1gw3N/s1600/+agnes+martin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOX_pnAmssc1Gd-S-arJ2rXF9gp2pDyg3RXOHPV4_JUtb6dz_fXbeqnlTSHypwPejFGe-r-jS9cn14eHPYaJnxPD772QD8LuiLl_zBnuqTu0u57Ablsqqr6E1DTFYl2RZvLuULlX-1gw3N/s320/+agnes+martin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702410282871882786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Agnes Martin</div><div style="text-align: center;">acrylic on canvas, 1997</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Minimalism, as an art form, carries a complete economy of means. Nothing is superficial. I, on the other hand, am a Representational painter so it is difficult not to tell stories, whether you want to or not. With Minimalism it is almost impossible to "read into" a painting, even the Abstract Expressionists could not avoid that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THE HAND</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Along with the eye, the human hand is loaded with symbolism. In the position of the porcelain it can mean STOP! or peace. The "Hand of God" was portrayed by artists in the Middle Ages as a hand in the sky. In Buddhism the hand of Buddha with fingers out stretched would symbolize the turning of the Wheel of Dharma. In almost every city, for ten bucks you can have someone read your past and tell your future by looking at your hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQPO0aFX2s1Dsuh570R57ZTCyxvgFBI3axoWDWG_vjj_aNnLw-vkdKLCCA_03pXOaZRCTP6pb0FOFchnk2wj53G3vmY2IdBXhuItI8TglUjcpKPB7Vt7WHfDzAaWpBKcF2DCjMXT9eiQo/s1600/IMG_7822+++hand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQPO0aFX2s1Dsuh570R57ZTCyxvgFBI3axoWDWG_vjj_aNnLw-vkdKLCCA_03pXOaZRCTP6pb0FOFchnk2wj53G3vmY2IdBXhuItI8TglUjcpKPB7Vt7WHfDzAaWpBKcF2DCjMXT9eiQo/s320/IMG_7822+++hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702409976704711426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bronze Hand</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yemen, 100-300 AD.</div><div style="text-align: center;">British Museum</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This Arabian hand was an offering to God, or more precisely, a god. It stood in for the real thing. To lay your hand down to God was a serious business.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THE ASSEMBLAGE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPOm2D_ylrUiUTQ2XVuTBtsGUhgMJxFryU8Lc0xwtWgOzx1bmDFXX8_SeB_S2L_ZSdM0WX8-L4tNZ8t-shYKC_pykzHi5QAxBfZSJ3P0ik9Z0ENLh7X7kGlJ4yxfGtDr8JzSmNRT9htyx/s1600/+cornell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPOm2D_ylrUiUTQ2XVuTBtsGUhgMJxFryU8Lc0xwtWgOzx1bmDFXX8_SeB_S2L_ZSdM0WX8-L4tNZ8t-shYKC_pykzHi5QAxBfZSJ3P0ik9Z0ENLh7X7kGlJ4yxfGtDr8JzSmNRT9htyx/s320/+cornell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702409558999522994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Joseph Cornell</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hotel de la Duchesse-Anne</i>, 1957</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The master of the found object was Joseph Cornell who led a very private, pedestrian life in Queens, New York, yet produced the most amazing visual poetry from random objects.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MY JOSEPH CORNELL MOMENT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My first New York art dealer was Allan Stone. One day he had me visit him at his home just outside the city. I had never seen so much art stuffed into one house before, DeKoonings all over the place, a major Franz Kline painting<i> behind</i> not over the sofa! So much art that there were only narrow paths leading through the rooms. Of course I was awestruck and slack jawed and as I was walking and looking, I nearly kicked a box that was on the floor....</div><div style="text-align: center;">a Joseph Cornell box!</div><div style="text-align: center;">This painting is my homage to Joseph Cornell.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-60252894541082033362012-01-21T08:59:00.000-08:002012-01-21T12:29:03.016-08:00WEEK # 43 / The White Sofa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRv3i16rbxyEVOl3rivrt35ehJ4poMjNvuXVYMpU-QO8EB6OxeuY4SF36X_aQtyLbO-NMrtVBxw-FzkCHSuILkulGak3ZgLCEsHV1wzPR6vMGSJKDRniGNKD5ybaqhIRqdhoiYaoOi4N5-/s1600/The+White+Sofa%253Aaar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRv3i16rbxyEVOl3rivrt35ehJ4poMjNvuXVYMpU-QO8EB6OxeuY4SF36X_aQtyLbO-NMrtVBxw-FzkCHSuILkulGak3ZgLCEsHV1wzPR6vMGSJKDRniGNKD5ybaqhIRqdhoiYaoOi4N5-/s400/The+White+Sofa%253Aaar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700176240585980338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The White Sofa</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on canvas, 14" x 16", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT "</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"> Monty Python's Flying Circus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Due to a lifting of a deadline and accumulating snow outside, I am finding myself in need of a getaway. The problem is that I am still "chained to the easel" until this project is finished, so artistically anyway, I am going to Rome.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Beth and I share adjoining studios and by chance we are both working from drawings we did on our last trip to Rome.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5KyVIqQN0RVNc4vpZQviL2a7k2Vt8UI5lsAhPLSg3HQTtgl4BsE2g9ZzYv1tO4rVarlU7aW0IJByjlF7kAHYZSrfeTSRpTtscf4JNS8HI__l6jsyVgIgEyNEL4rhUqDSG6Hu-MEtp3mi/s1600/draw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5KyVIqQN0RVNc4vpZQviL2a7k2Vt8UI5lsAhPLSg3HQTtgl4BsE2g9ZzYv1tO4rVarlU7aW0IJByjlF7kAHYZSrfeTSRpTtscf4JNS8HI__l6jsyVgIgEyNEL4rhUqDSG6Hu-MEtp3mi/s320/draw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700175818494699666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The White Sofa</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">pencil on Arches paper, 9.5" x 10.5", 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hanging in our kitchen is a drawing I did a couple of years ago when I was a Visiting Artist at <a href="http://www.aarome.org/">The American Academy in Rome.</a> The Academy is housed in a magnificent group of buildings on the Gianicolo Hill overlooking Trastevere and the rest of Rome. The views are stunning. This drawing is of the interior of our apartment <i>"Il Cortile",</i> the courtyard, in the McKim, Mead and White building. It indeed overlooks the main courtyard with huge cypresses and a Paul Manship fountain. The rooms are brilliant white with deep Florentine Red tile floors. This sofa is in the living room and is the first thing you see as you enter.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNZMytM0nFJNEvzPVxu8rsjmGX3idCB5knjlVbGASTE6bOiP-ArWwMHUtqEywrrUNXxHhzkKoB2ya3c7weqIeL5lemfIuKtol5pqBX8cOw9upskiSNMzzoojk07OwvjfJ3XmbATfzy7Q_/s1600/++AAR+apt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNZMytM0nFJNEvzPVxu8rsjmGX3idCB5knjlVbGASTE6bOiP-ArWwMHUtqEywrrUNXxHhzkKoB2ya3c7weqIeL5lemfIuKtol5pqBX8cOw9upskiSNMzzoojk07OwvjfJ3XmbATfzy7Q_/s320/++AAR+apt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700175493436370786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Interior of Cortile apartment</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Usually, Beth and I would start our day downstairs at the Bar/Cafe for a cappuccino and cornetto while trying to catch up on world news and baseball scores back home. As many places are closed during mid day we would spend our mornings walking down into Rome to visit galleries, churches,ruins, markets,restaurants and just about everything else we could absorb</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In Umbria we draw everyday. Here we looked and looked. Late in the afternoon I would draw for a few hours. Don't ask me why, but I was fascinated by this sofa. Technically it's an interior but I just view it as a big still life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9YRFhNeQEYMSTFYTNspacsYgEuSv9mrIw4sUdA_vMfwPEMh6QVO9QmdcUPItYyIhjus9LuVVh8TSRN9glISmFILxXGRjtBvMph2EaD778KbqBo1L1lt3W5sMKfFMaYfSB_2qPfV5IcVC/s1600/IMG_1700++aar%253Acourtyard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9YRFhNeQEYMSTFYTNspacsYgEuSv9mrIw4sUdA_vMfwPEMh6QVO9QmdcUPItYyIhjus9LuVVh8TSRN9glISmFILxXGRjtBvMph2EaD778KbqBo1L1lt3W5sMKfFMaYfSB_2qPfV5IcVC/s400/IMG_1700++aar%253Acourtyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700172341956739122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Courtyard</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really treasured my time at The Academy. I felt quite at home there, it's more like a monastery with writers, architects, historians, musicians and, oh yeah, artists concentrating on their work. The quiet beauty is intoxicating and I look forward to returning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-14922669934871563902012-01-13T10:36:00.000-08:002012-01-13T12:17:52.127-08:00WEEK # 42 / Tulips in a Bronze Vase<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhyjJHw3CtSLq6GBlr8n94VGyFYq_Fa_DT1GHgTRRzNfLrT7Q8NKvRE7x170Wah9Zi9Xm4LqCB-qixJEO42rUS8L911QA1i2n6VZk1ur4rYd0MJcU73iydKSrqSGscRnqkgvlWPO98ycL/s1600/Tulips+in+a+Bronze+Vase.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhyjJHw3CtSLq6GBlr8n94VGyFYq_Fa_DT1GHgTRRzNfLrT7Q8NKvRE7x170Wah9Zi9Xm4LqCB-qixJEO42rUS8L911QA1i2n6VZk1ur4rYd0MJcU73iydKSrqSGscRnqkgvlWPO98ycL/s400/Tulips+in+a+Bronze+Vase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697187594896076098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tulips in a Bronze Vase</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oil on panel, 7" x 5", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The central theme of the new, large painting that I am working on, now titled</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><i>Appledore Still Life , Incoming Fog</i>, is a blue cloisonne vas loaded with heavy parrot tulips.This painting , <i>Tulips in a Bronze Vase</i>, is a study for that painting. It now has a life of it's own.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">THE WEIGHT OF WATER</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">The flowers are in a bronze vase that I recently found in an antique shop. I love the surface and the historical significance of bronze, an ancient alloy of tin and copper. In portraying the tulips I am aiming to accentuate their physical appearance, how gravity presses them one onto another.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">Each flower is delicate and fragile, their petals tear easily. The metal vase is heavy, cold and hard, the ultimate contrast. The background is dark, the flowers burning embers. For a small painting it is very, very heavy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2012 copyright James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All content, text and images copyright James Aponovich and cannot be used without permission.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-29105129937899876192012-01-08T09:30:00.000-08:002012-01-08T10:26:41.345-08:00Week #41 / Tidal Pool<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr_Y5cevm3brktfG5l54_iGnnLc-bqk78q8MujrJbM6BrjzOCzYO3UbZag9KD6bFxuvZdtoemAe8VKfahYN3tCHrr0GRm-DrGHpTCn9Tj_pzi0X8EgKjgEXmhV2iOn-jkiBfrDvQjkVOn/s1600/IMG_7548++tidal+pool.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr_Y5cevm3brktfG5l54_iGnnLc-bqk78q8MujrJbM6BrjzOCzYO3UbZag9KD6bFxuvZdtoemAe8VKfahYN3tCHrr0GRm-DrGHpTCn9Tj_pzi0X8EgKjgEXmhV2iOn-jkiBfrDvQjkVOn/s400/IMG_7548++tidal+pool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695315192810767202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tidal Pool</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oil on canvas, 8" x 12", 2012</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">When I paint on site I use very few materials. It begins with a pencil drawing, fairly detailed, on canvas, followed by oil washes that are transparent and gradually built up.The technique is basically what is known as<i> grisaille, </i>a monochromatic painting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This is an oil sketch painted with sepia and indigo blue. Sepia originally was derived from the ink sack of the cuttlefish, so it seems fitting to use it on this edge of the land, beginning of the seascape painting. This is a study for the "great Appledore" painting and it represents the core theme of this piece, the juxtaposition of rock and sea with the lush vitality of flowers and fruit. It is a thematic polarity. There is no debris, no flotsam, no jetsam, a pure primordial world.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">I have painted this to set the stage for the environment: rock,sea,and sky. I am becoming more and more absorbed into the painting. It is a necessary condition. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Copyright 2012 James Aponovich</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All content and Aponovich images are copyright and cannot be used </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">without permission.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-58108589593237599562011-12-31T14:27:00.000-08:002012-02-18T09:24:58.370-08:00WEEK #40 / Glass Fishing Buoy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MgfMMTs2uJFOWH-x98GS6tvaWYo84FNmEXGSljXuYc_ajiIWvFBnkZP249UtkBAdoP0hIdWd5lEMikO2t98K5301CfKhUeRwlxT26iAOcu0zgS005PnsYCdaMZj1iM1yPPvNDuv0bk_4/s1600/IMG_7539++glass+ball.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MgfMMTs2uJFOWH-x98GS6tvaWYo84FNmEXGSljXuYc_ajiIWvFBnkZP249UtkBAdoP0hIdWd5lEMikO2t98K5301CfKhUeRwlxT26iAOcu0zgS005PnsYCdaMZj1iM1yPPvNDuv0bk_4/s400/IMG_7539++glass+ball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692423547549466674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Glass Fishing Buoy</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel, 5" x 7", 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A CHANGE OF VENUE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Recently I was asked to be member of a major New York art gallery, Hirschl & Adler Modern. It is a big deal. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hirschl and Adler Gallery is taking part in the annual NY Armory Show which opens on March 7. They have requested from me a new and<i> </i>large American based painting for this exhibition. Wow! New <i>and</i> large. I am up for it , but it will be challenging to find enough day light hours to complete this new piece and still post a new painting each week for the blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The gallery ( Hirschl & Adler Modern) is supportive of my efforts in completing this blog project and the planned June show of the 52 paintings at Clark Gallery. But it is important to me that I am getting work to them as well.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Do I give up the Aponovich 52 and concentrate on the new painting? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Do I finish this blog project risking not completing the large piece?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As usual, Beth had an idea for a sensible solution......paint the large piece and paint studies to post each week that document the process. So please bear with me as I combine both.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">THE APPLEDORE PAINTING</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFwscywbG3UC9ReT0GW8O7BtR8YxFJ6AM0i2Yn597LDvO_Wy0ZuBccu6PnEdUjbQAb-rvP-kOAOFgPFAu1Vwkf23fR2TYAlNfUvZSNOvpY7aoMU5zdxrdoz8qcdcOLEzhc7ntWxfWL_RE/s1600/IMG_7540+++paint.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFwscywbG3UC9ReT0GW8O7BtR8YxFJ6AM0i2Yn597LDvO_Wy0ZuBccu6PnEdUjbQAb-rvP-kOAOFgPFAu1Vwkf23fR2TYAlNfUvZSNOvpY7aoMU5zdxrdoz8qcdcOLEzhc7ntWxfWL_RE/s320/IMG_7540+++paint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692423302396777202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Detail: Appledore Still Life </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The new painting is set on Appledore Island, part of the Isles of Shoals off the coasts of New Hampshire and Maine. I cannot show a preliminary sketch because I do not have one...it is all in my head. At this point everything is fairly malleable, but here you can see that the fishing buoy is fully drawn. Above it, taped to the canvas, is a sketch of a tidal pool which will define part of the land/ seascape.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So,stay tuned......remember I told you it was going to be a bumpy ride!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">copyright 2011 James Aponovich</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-35855953397153085392011-12-24T12:14:00.001-08:002011-12-24T12:18:45.310-08:00Week #39 / Three Mandarin Oranges<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vSIRwXBaTYJPgTcwEo9JRAouFEdcSHA971fQRpDbQjhpPConL44hXTi_HRu5lTnjPqsTVP-lL3Rn7gmZGhNotu9vwoW1icvtxXgiiyaHeo7urfZ0QTeKAPuj8OcSEcIjz9fwtUhKo2l4/s1600/IMG_7344+++mandarins.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vSIRwXBaTYJPgTcwEo9JRAouFEdcSHA971fQRpDbQjhpPConL44hXTi_HRu5lTnjPqsTVP-lL3Rn7gmZGhNotu9vwoW1icvtxXgiiyaHeo7urfZ0QTeKAPuj8OcSEcIjz9fwtUhKo2l4/s400/IMG_7344+++mandarins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689790960301302802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Three Mandarin Oranges</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">oil on panel. 10" x 8", 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now it's Christmas Eve. I just finished the painting. Family is arriving through the door, dogs are barking and my services are required in the kitchen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Holidays</div><div style="text-align: center;">WELCOME YULE !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-69259341291102655812011-12-18T09:50:00.000-08:002011-12-18T10:52:18.396-08:00WEEK 38/ A Bunch of Radishes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4r7DKDtdj4-P5JwNQMV8s07IJtU8VUij-hcmM5hoeKC5B5g6fVcIp_Zszeess0ih7Z-dHi0enb1wSUW6REFzIxV3iffI2zNSINt8kkJrLB00h72InFBqkp6hCvyC1GUo3AqSxRP62FGQ/s1600/Radishes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4r7DKDtdj4-P5JwNQMV8s07IJtU8VUij-hcmM5hoeKC5B5g6fVcIp_Zszeess0ih7Z-dHi0enb1wSUW6REFzIxV3iffI2zNSINt8kkJrLB00h72InFBqkp6hCvyC1GUo3AqSxRP62FGQ/s400/Radishes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687529150494577474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A Bunch of Radishes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oil on canvas, 9" x 9", 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">GETTING EDGY AND TENSE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have written about the power of the center ( week #7). In this painting of radishes I am interested in the tension that the sides of the composition exert on the subject matter. In other words, how to build tension. These radishes are more or less life size and if they were part of a larger grouping of objects they would appear small. By bring the sides of the canvas close to the tissue a certain tension is created and it gives the radishes a larger and more significant scale</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHS6V8TRcwZrnmgVCzNj7dmK9RhOIezTIab3HDHJJdJ93Vq9vosXvz5lJ03zjxNL5j9TFuWCJJ2UUIRgPdd7iw2FSnWPORPs-OljvXDKsE38JeMHLrrTjv-nb_5NG18B8CFH64Xcs88bw/s1600/IMG_7336+++Zurbaran.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHS6V8TRcwZrnmgVCzNj7dmK9RhOIezTIab3HDHJJdJ93Vq9vosXvz5lJ03zjxNL5j9TFuWCJJ2UUIRgPdd7iw2FSnWPORPs-OljvXDKsE38JeMHLrrTjv-nb_5NG18B8CFH64Xcs88bw/s320/IMG_7336+++Zurbaran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687528642187580018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Francisco de Zurbaran (1598-1664)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Quinces</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">oil on canvas, 14" x 16"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Museo D'art, Barcelona</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here the tension is carried to an extreme as the edge of the canvas actually crops the top of the quince. The composition gives the fruit a monumentality which is almost suffocating. I wonder if it is a fragment of a larger painting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwDP85TXqN5zRWLs2vdeQsHv-ijEt9sLShti4gf52hwscUyjm5i39YYR3ZWJ13Ez5qeSccG3-NOhbbyjhRnbGmwfmjghC7cCkb2_cFNzp0wseV9LMvz6vHIpH6shATotMFXGF9okwYADX/s1600/IMG_7337++Liotard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwDP85TXqN5zRWLs2vdeQsHv-ijEt9sLShti4gf52hwscUyjm5i39YYR3ZWJ13Ez5qeSccG3-NOhbbyjhRnbGmwfmjghC7cCkb2_cFNzp0wseV9LMvz6vHIpH6shATotMFXGF9okwYADX/s320/IMG_7337++Liotard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687528242631422498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jean-Etienne Liotard (1702-1789)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Basket of Apples</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pastel on vellum, 14" x 18"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Liotard has given his subject matter more breathing room. It results in a more serene and in my opinion a slightly more boring picture.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"I GOT RHYTHM"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ira Gershwin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyyLW7fvgrd-Zomk7Opv_F-u9AkKHmNhmcIOnvcU4CtNmEiKrtYewDM1BrXIcbTY4_DM3BBLYo4iDghXZF85w1AATTBSzwmXidm_5rfwehunRPAMzXmP5Ay2IFn4tKl4Y_C3y4N_khsvj/s1600/Paper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyyLW7fvgrd-Zomk7Opv_F-u9AkKHmNhmcIOnvcU4CtNmEiKrtYewDM1BrXIcbTY4_DM3BBLYo4iDghXZF85w1AATTBSzwmXidm_5rfwehunRPAMzXmP5Ay2IFn4tKl4Y_C3y4N_khsvj/s320/Paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687528087579490418" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Next to my easel I have a piece of paper where I have written the eight Platonic Requirements for Art. They have become my daily mantra. The last one is rhythm. Visual rhythm is energy, movement and sequencing . I have tried to make the radishes and the surrounding tissue visually rotate. At the same time, although the format is square, there is an upward building of form which gives the appearance of a more vertical composition, kind of like a Dutch windmill</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-12587851702402139992011-12-11T07:52:00.000-08:002011-12-11T09:09:41.085-08:00WEEK 37 / Daylilies in a Canton Bowl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsBOz53UKz3JIG58k02j6FT6SzastCqKmXiAeHX9UDzcrdze9GrqbVWD2eOrKhrShrtfy_tXtaCe2DYNRD8selWuW4wcJG6lX-5wIzmGNwMQwR4Vo_koE1KGx8Sp4CSJ5aSCeQIWTPqzq/s1600/IMG_7311Daylilies+in+Canton+Bowl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsBOz53UKz3JIG58k02j6FT6SzastCqKmXiAeHX9UDzcrdze9GrqbVWD2eOrKhrShrtfy_tXtaCe2DYNRD8selWuW4wcJG6lX-5wIzmGNwMQwR4Vo_koE1KGx8Sp4CSJ5aSCeQIWTPqzq/s400/IMG_7311Daylilies+in+Canton+Bowl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684900481673944354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Daylilies in a Canton Bowl</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Aponovich</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oil on canvas, 13" x 17", 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This painting began as a presentation piece for a larger commissioned painting,. the central theme is a bowl full of flowers. I gave the patron three different flower possibilities: tulips, daylilies and peonies. She ended up choosing peonies ( the most difficult). Anyway, the study was lying around the studio so, as I am apt to do, I decided to paint an Italian landscape from my sketchbook.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ON THE ROAD TO ANGHIARI</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The landscape is situated in Eastern Tuscany between Arezzo and Borgo San Sepolcro, near Anghiari. Anghiari is significant for two reasons: it is home to the Busatti fabric mill</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(the cloth in the painting is Busatti) and it was the site of a famous Renaissance battle between the Florentines and the Milanese. Leonardo DaVinci painted <i>The Battle of Anghiari</i> and some scholars think the painting is located in the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence ( they won the battle).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> It may be behind a fresco by by the mediocre painter / great biographer Giorgio Vasari. Next time you are in the Uffizi, he was the architect. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> It is an interesting controversy so stay tuned.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">THE PIERO TRAIL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI-fIGLWlATk4hubpdwBimKgoe4Kq1HmbmmjQxA_EZHLz5BCY52QGnrOmx_HYTcMZEfBwsReUAlo9LPE0fBRfbmIXTE9X29G-d0ub9cj0udlZ_lCTZoT231wBylw4SLq80Lz6WjVkzq_C/s1600/IMG_7313++Piero+D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI-fIGLWlATk4hubpdwBimKgoe4Kq1HmbmmjQxA_EZHLz5BCY52QGnrOmx_HYTcMZEfBwsReUAlo9LPE0fBRfbmIXTE9X29G-d0ub9cj0udlZ_lCTZoT231wBylw4SLq80Lz6WjVkzq_C/s320/IMG_7313++Piero+D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684899544842064514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Piero Della Francesca</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Resurrection,</i> 1463</div><div style="text-align: center;">Palazzo Comunale</div><div style="text-align: center;">Borgo San Sepolcro, Italy</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fresco</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"The best picture in the world."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aldous Huxley</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Every summer thousands of tourists pursue what is called "The Piero della Francesca Trail".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In a single day they leave their rented villas in Chianti and drive successively to Arezzo, Monterchi, Borgo San Sepolcro, and if they still have stamina, Urbino. All the masterpieces in one day. Then they can say the have "done" the Piero Trail........please.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Beth and I did go to San Sepolcro to see this fresco. This was Piero's home town. We stayed in a charming hotel which had a pretty good restaurant and we experienced what the Italians call <i>una passeggiata,</i> an evening stroll. We never made it to Urbino, but I did find this fabric and as we always say,<i>" un' altra volta."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">copyright 2011 James Aponovich</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-7102678283870060022011-12-02T08:23:00.000-08:002011-12-02T09:02:55.461-08:00WEEK 36 / Malted Milk Balls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAdGd_fgmcZdRzq90yz9UAnfSK3-RH3GIK9HRJsHpedyKxaV9WUyTyhMv2a5KO7K1SQjQ6gRnMwtC1GjP-wBbIBlQiN6AaC7D4i0p8OhfyLUp4f8egMxAukfEQiJvP-eLSd3CcSF1khEVX/s1600/IMG_7195++malted+milk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAdGd_fgmcZdRzq90yz9UAnfSK3-RH3GIK9HRJsHpedyKxaV9WUyTyhMv2a5KO7K1SQjQ6gRnMwtC1GjP-wBbIBlQiN6AaC7D4i0p8OhfyLUp4f8egMxAukfEQiJvP-eLSd3CcSF1khEVX/s400/IMG_7195++malted+milk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681568247609924434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Malted Milk Balls</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">oil on canvas, 11" x 9", 2011</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ODE TO COMMON THINGS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Recently Beth and I were in a small antique shop in our neighboring town. It is a very sweet place with old linens, plates, silver and every sort of bric a brac . I was asked why I do not paint some of the objects that I was admiring there in the shop. I thought for a minute and replied;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"These things are too nice."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">That is to say, they didn't need transformation. Although very tastefully attractive they would have not been very interesting on canvas. A poem by Pablo Neruda came to mind. It's a poem about a French fried potato:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> FRENCH</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> FRIES</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> GO</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> INTO THE PAN</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> LIKE THE MORNING SWAN'S</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> SNOWY</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> FEATHERS</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> AND EMERGE</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> HALF-GOLDEN FROM THE OLIVE'S</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> CRACKLING AMBER...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ODE TO FRENCH FRIES</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Pablo Neruda</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">French Fries! So,having cleaned the studio out for Thanksgiving dinner I found this bag of malted milk balls long forgotten on a shelf. Although old they still retained a glossy, rich surface. At the same time I was writing an appointment into the calendar and noticed a painting by Egon Shiele.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglp_fNRvxdB2cYngCRITx4dEcv1gvhLdgq6q-yuAW8F6HP6DQAl0exH7C8HSGkEW-Qd_0HnR-Fk9msK9VYDHOF6PEhHQsgLE-76xe3CZ_m7k22pGPnpFCSgB5LBEACWuLUQMRxnF_c5A2X/s1600/IMG_7196+egon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglp_fNRvxdB2cYngCRITx4dEcv1gvhLdgq6q-yuAW8F6HP6DQAl0exH7C8HSGkEW-Qd_0HnR-Fk9msK9VYDHOF6PEhHQsgLE-76xe3CZ_m7k22pGPnpFCSgB5LBEACWuLUQMRxnF_c5A2X/s320/IMG_7196+egon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681567688418783442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Egon Shiele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Portrait of Gerti Shiele</i>, 1909</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">55" x 55", oil and stuff on canvas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Museum of Modern Art, New York</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Egon Shiele was an Austrian artist who briefly flourished during Vienna's Belle Epoque period. He died during the Great Influenza epidemic of 1919 at the age of 28. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You take your influences wherever you find them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There is a saying that people who have died still live in the memories of those who loved them. Perhaps. Sometimes when I look at an old painting it seems so alive to me that I can almost touch the artist.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">copyright 2011 James Aponovich</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155799083709782889.post-21302601788275551202011-11-27T10:45:00.000-08:002011-11-27T11:04:23.002-08:00WEEK 35 / A Small Basket of Strawberries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFaOTMmB3XaV7lOG6q12ynzwx1wj4kV34VItQka-0YeI588RJKZH-1g08uDWWu8xURi_kFpL_FbOvHTNIlISzENUD8fv5xoq4-XZeWE5XcZgH17y_-p77kOJ8VGWvZZrA4OHVzZbkVrWfo/s1600/Strawberries.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFaOTMmB3XaV7lOG6q12ynzwx1wj4kV34VItQka-0YeI588RJKZH-1g08uDWWu8xURi_kFpL_FbOvHTNIlISzENUD8fv5xoq4-XZeWE5XcZgH17y_-p77kOJ8VGWvZZrA4OHVzZbkVrWfo/s400/Strawberries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679749504260780370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>A Small Basket of Strawberries</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">James Aponovich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">oil on canvas, 8" x 10", 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It is now holiday season and time is getting tight. For me, this is as simple as it gets, a basket of strawberries composed within a triangle, smack in the middle with a horizontal line of Italian pine trees and the distant buildings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzVTNiJQWGo13g-XMUoKhVARKf14Ck9lYJJ_O9BCbIvUXUXkD2pp3lnFkYyBhsLCjFYBs7z1ypwHnUz-3h3lTwgWErZBjFEEt7OdDJMsZA9tAM-r64bMgFoDrs4U66EmHfaP6lC-Xs-vK/s1600/sketch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzVTNiJQWGo13g-XMUoKhVARKf14Ck9lYJJ_O9BCbIvUXUXkD2pp3lnFkYyBhsLCjFYBs7z1ypwHnUz-3h3lTwgWErZBjFEEt7OdDJMsZA9tAM-r64bMgFoDrs4U66EmHfaP6lC-Xs-vK/s320/sketch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679749074874963570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Compositional Study: <i>A Small Basket of Strawberries</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Or so it seems. Actually the still life is slightly shifted to the left, the vertical axis resting on the Golden Section. In other words, it's dynamically askew.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">copyright 2011 James Aponovich</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1