Thursday, May 9, 2013

What Kindle?

No offense to eBook readers...I'm just not there yet. These are actually not books I've read. I purchased them long long ago before I was even a painter...just because I loved their weathered look, their worn edges, their smell, their feel...their soul. I'm very pleased with how this painting turned out....but I gotta tell ya, it wasn't easy gettin' there! So much reflected color and light, angles, etc. Books are near and dear to my heart. I read every night before bed...unless the Celtics are playing on the west coast  and have a late game! Here's some of the musical inspiration. 
Oil on panel, 6" x 6"
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For those inquiring minds who want to know...here are the book titles, top to bottom: 
Lucile, Premier Livre, Dame Care, The Prince of the House of David, The Transplanting of Tessie, No Place to Hide, Arthur Bonnicastle, The Face in the Aspic. 
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2 comments:

  1. suzanneberryMay 10, 2013 at 7:48 AM

    Beautifully done my friend ! Love the moodiness of it and the title is perfect!

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  2. Art MaineMay 12, 2013 at 1:59 AM

    Inside the Painter's Brush - About the Books
    (top to bottom)

    A sunset on top . . .
    1 Lucile, 1852
    "'May it be so!' he sighed. '"There the sun drops, behold!'
    And indeed, whilst he spoke all the purple and gold
    in the west had turned ashen, save one fading strip
    of light that yet gleamed from the dark nether lip
    of a long reef of cloud; and over sullen ravines
    and ridges the raw damps were hanging white screens
    of melancholy mist."

    A sleepy time stop . . .
    3
    Dame Care, 1887
    "Thy little bird upon the sill
    chirps gently towards thy bed his trill,
    and closes wearily his wings—
    sleep on!"

    A promise of writing . . .
    4
    The Prince of the House of David, 1800s
    "I will not fail to write you by every caravan
    that leaves here monthly for Cairo; and if
    there are more frequent opportunities,
    my love for you, dear father, and sympathy
    for you in your separation from me,
    will prompt me to avail my self of them."

    And language most biting . . .
    6
    No Place to Hide, 1948
    "Sailors can be the most profane
    and uncouth men on earth...
    It would be impossible to record
    the language they use. It is so degenerate,
    so monotonously vile, that even
    the most blasphemous expressions
    become meaningless."

    To nature's seasonal sleep . . .
    7
    Arthur Bonnicastle, 1888
    "The plants that had toiled all summer,
    evolving flower and fruit,
    were soothed to sleep."

    Brushed by
    in well worn books
    beneath the fine details
    in your, well, oiled art.

    The Books

    1
    Lucile by Edward Robert Bulwer, First Earl of Lytton
    Pseudonym, Owen Meredith, 1831-1891
    (oh no)ebook: http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1852

    2
    Premier Livre (Illustré) by M. D. Berlitz
    Berlitz Publications, 1964

    3
    Dame Care by Hermann Sudermann, 1887,
    (Frau Sorge, translated from German, 1981)
    (oh no) ebook http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8487

    4
    The Prince of the House of David
    by Joseph Holt Ingraham (1809 - 1860)

    5
    The Transplanting of Tessie by Mary T. Waggaman
    Benziger Brothers, 1905

    6
    No Place to Hide by David Bradley
    Little, Brown & Co; Boston; 1948

    7
    Arthur Bonnicastle by J.G. Holland (1819 - 1881)
    Charles Scribner's Sons, 1888

    8
    The Face in the Aspic:
    Tales of Club Life among the Overfed
    by Thomas Mario
    Simon and Schuster, Inc., 1944

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