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"Every artist was first an amateur." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

5/11/2012

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Lake Manawa, Boy Scout Island (photo)

Day 3 - Friday

Arrived Lake Manawa state park camp just east of Omaha just before dark; again, set up tent in the blackness, twenty feet from a very cool lake, could hear waves all night. Fairly rainy and temperature dropped to a bitter cold.  Next morning, loaded up and as I headed out of the park, impulsively stopped at what is called Boy Scout Island and set up to paint. Two hours and a cool little scene encompassing a corner of the lake, and a fallen tree with a spirited cottonwood towering above it. A good exercise, not a great painting, and that is simply all right.

About 11am, a stop-over in Williamsburg to the Java Lounge and a chance to check email on their WiFi. A kindly gentleman sees my over-packed vehicle, stops to chat, what becomes a twenty minute conversation at my Kia, where I learn about Bob’s children and grand-children and retirement and his experiences in military service as well as travels and tribulations. I even get a quick and very charming history lesson on the town. Oh, and his rhubarb wine that he makes himself. He contacted a local winery who tested it and tasted it and told Bob, “it’s terrific, but I can’t sell this for you. It’s more than the allowed alcohol content.” Bob just looked at me and smiled, “It’s about 17%.”

Truly, a nice moment, I enjoyed it very much. I am learning one has to be open and ready to meet folks when traveling. As Hamlet says to his buddy Horatio, “and like a stranger, welcome it.”

I make the push and land in Colorado, at a wonderful state park at Jackson Lake. I camp in the “cove” and the picnic table has a tin wind guard around and above it. Terrific. I will re-organize the stuff in the car. Set-up camp and decide to pay for an electric site so as to utilize both the laptop for posting to the blog and in order to watch a plein air dvd, as well as use the little electric heater. Good plan, temps dipped into the 30’s but manageable and again, wet and rainy.

I had also decided that I would try to get a big breakfast each day to re-fuel and would forego lunch and, at least today, went without dinner, opting instead for almonds and trail mix.

I am striking distance from Greeley where tomorrow I get to visit briefly with Christi (Loutas) Segal and her family; Christi and I were in the theater program together at U of Wyo.


 





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"All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography" - Federico Fellini

5/10/2012

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Galena IL Main Street

Day 2 - Thursday 

Into campsite just west of Galena IL by about 8pm, able to set up tent in the virtual dark; did not set up canopy, nor air mattress, in the interest of time, but rather slept on the ground and did fine. Awoke little after 5am and to downtown Galena I went. What a marvelous, historic town – apparently site of Grant’s presidential headquarters – the town established in 1826. Wonderfully hilly and spectacular architecture.

Began setting up easel at Main Street and Washington, where a cobblestone driveway ambles up the hillside, a church and steeple atop the hill. As I set up, two trucks pull up near and workers pile out, unloading gear including a large earth-mover. My idyllic scene is suddenly a construction site, ugh. But I decided to proceed, turns out they were ineffectual obstructing me from seeing what I needed to see. Painting Number One complete, approximately two and a half hours, not a bad little painting. The restaurant VinnyVanucci’s is tucked into the left corner, the church and steeple in the upper right.

Coffee to go from the Golden Hen Café across the street. Breakfast at about 10am, a terrific Florentine Benedict. My lovely server, Janice, seemingly in her 60’s, maybe seventies, also got me my coffee around 6am – she was kind enough during a cigarette break to come over and see how the painting was progressing.

A friendly group of three tourists had stopped and hovered for a time, inquiring a business card. I gave them a postcard as well, the front of which is “The Bull Fighter” 72x48” – it’s Big – and has a companion piece, “The Flamenco Dancer” also 72x48”. The gentleman says, “Oh, you’re better than Picasso," to which I laughed.  He says, “I mean, c’mon, I can do what he did, heck, my granddaughter can do what he did." And, of course, when they were approaching, one of the ladies had proffered the inevitable, “yeah, I could never do that, I can barely make stick figures.”

If you paint out of doors where the general populace can get up close and personal, almost invariably it will be stated at least once daily and before even saying hello, “I used to paint,” or “my aunt was a painter” etc.  Much the same as an actor is often asked, innocently enough, “how do you remember all those lines?” (more frequently when the actor is doing Shakespeare).

It reminds me of a time last summer, I was painting in what we call ‘Wicker Park Park’, Chicago, a young kid saunters up to me, wearing the hip-hop obligatory white hat jauntily cocked sideways, white pants, shorts and sneakers, laces untied, gold chain, says, “hey man, cool. I’m an artist too.” I say, “yeah? cool.” He says, “yeah, I paint buildings here in da’ hood.”

I just smiled as I knew that our building, an historic arts building at North Av/Damen/Milwaukee Avenue, had been tagged recently and management had posted on the front door photos of the enactment caught on video surveillance, with a caption "We've got our eyes on You."  Doubly funny to me, I thought, great, what if the culprit can’t read.


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"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." - Seneca (and "Closing Time" by Greenday)

5/9/2012

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Day 1 - Wednesday

It seems to have been overly ambitious on my part, in the same week, to (A) move into storage the entire studio gallery, including most artworks, as well as (B) to pack the car for an eight-week cross-country plein air adventure.  This includes, of course, paint gear and tent-camping accoutrement. I am exhausted before even I have begun. 

The cool thing though, I think, is that I re-purposed a lot of stock materials from the studio including display walls. I was able to use 3'x8' and 4'x8' sheets of luan plywood and cut them into various sized oil paint panels, coating with three layers of gesso and light-sanding between each coat, providing some fifty panels, 9 x 12", 11 x 14" and a few odd-sized, specific to particular frames that I like and have brought with me. 

However, I now am four days behind schedule due to the enormity of the move. I wanted to be in Colorado by today; instead, I have opted to spend a day or so in historic Galena, IL, to launch the painting effort. Hope to land in Denver by Saturday, perhaps an audition at Denver Center Theater, as well as a visit with master painter, Jeff Legg, at his studio in Estes Park, thanks in part to a recent chance association on facebook and a kind invitation from him to see the studio.

There are a couple of agendas in play with regard to this expedition. First and foremost, is the desire to paint and learn. There is absolutely no responsibility to produce inventory per se; I have given myself permission to fail as often as I have need. Process versus Product.


Secondly, there is a great desire to be in-the-moment, open to new experiences and truly seize the day with regard to rekindling a love affair with this great country. I have been in the city too long and have taken for granted the vastness of America, and I mean that on so many levels.

Thirdly, to create for myself a discipline with regard to plein air painting - from the French term meaning "in the open air", sometimes also meaning in the full air which I think is pretty cool. Full of opportunity, challenge, frustration, varying weather conditions, and absolute joy.  I know that this trip is mainly geared for me to problem-solve. There are challenges and obstacles - what needs to be done so as to get through them and create.

On the visor above driver's seat is a Guardian Angel, which belonged to my dad in his car, given me by my mom during a recent trip home couple of weeks ago; there also is a van Gogh action-figure standing on the dash (makes me laugh every time I look at it). He is holding a palette in one hand, a brush full of paint in t'other. A southwestern Dream Catcher is in service on the rear-view mirror, which happens to be entirely obstructed by my fine collection of too-much-stuff.

I write this as I am some sixty miles this side of Galena - yes, have been known to write while driving. Mercifully, I retired some time ago my days of reading books as I drove by myself cross-country, and I try desperately never to text. I am only two hours into commencement and already I am beginning to relax, the city behind me, my shoulders were up vying for space with my ears. I am lolling through these gentle, rolling hills and my little Kia (Sportage), purchased just weeks ago specifically for this task, kicks smartly and efficiently into over-drive as I test the auto-cruise.

I periodically reach up and out of the window so as to check the straps on my storage rack atop the SUV. Bought a day or so ago - actually a bon voyage gift from Diann - along with a camping stove, propane lantern, and 10 x 10' tent canopy for food preparation.

There is a country music station on, a genre to which I rarely listen, but am proud of myself to recognize the first artist I hear as Faith Hill. I am reminded of something a friend of mine, Roz (White) Kinne, emailed to me weeks back, "good to get you out here to Colorado, get some of the city off ya." Have not seen her since my grad school days; we both studied theater and dance at University of Wyoming, my undergrad. 

Landing in Galena just after dark and here we go. I apologize for the length of this blog entry, I did not have time or energy to write a short one :)

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The Prep

5/1/2012

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I am in the Quad Cities, Iowa, in the final week of tour with Chicago Shakespeare's SS! The Taming of the Shrew and on my way to dinner with the rest of the company - cast and crew - at Blue Cat Brewery. This week, in the throes of moving into storage the studio gallery in Wicker Park, boxed and standing by for the rental truck. We finish tour this Friday May 4th; I leave on May 5th for a new project: "Carmel to Carmel in Eight Weeks."  I will drive to Carmel-by-the-Sea to paint for a week en plein air, and spend seven weeks painting my way back to the Midwest, tent-camping and visiting with friends all the while. The trip will end on July 1st in Carmel, Indiana, after a week's stay and painting in beautiful Brown County, following in the footsteps of the famous Hoosier painter, T.C. Steele, Nashville, IN.  Hope you will join me along the way!
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    A professional actor for over twenty-five years, Jeffrey is an accomplished oil painter based in Chicago.  In 2008, he established  JB ArtWorks studio gallery. 

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