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I finally brought my oil paints to Panza Gallery last night. For the last few weeks I brought my watercolors instead, and while some of those paintings sold and I got positive responses, I missed using oil. I need to correct a few things but all in all it was a great session. Oil on canvas paper, 20x16

Here’s another one of Renee. 24x18 inches, graphite on canvas paper. I’ll start painting soon. 

Detail.

Detail.

Here’s another WIP of Renee. Oil painting to come once I finish the drawing. During my photo shoot I tried out a few different light sources.

Here’s another WIP of Renee. Oil painting to come once I finish the drawing. During my photo shoot I tried out a few different light sources.

This painting was inspired by my favorite book, The Little Prince. I took the photos at Lake Havasu, a strange oasis in the middle of the desert on the border between California and Arizona. I was searching for desert spaces, because sometimes my heart feels like a dry and empty place. Water can also be good for the heart…
This painting is from the viewpoint of the Rose, watching the Little Prince on his Journey through the desert. 
"The little prince went to look at the roses again.
'You're not at all like my rose. You're nothing at all yet,' he told them. 'No one has tamed you and you haven't tamed anyone. You're the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I've made him my friend, and now he's the only fox in all the world.'
And the roses were humbled.
'You're lovely, but you're empty,' he went on. 'One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.'
And he went back to the fox.
'Good-bye,' he said.
'Good-bye,' said the fox. 'Here is my secret. It's quite simple: one sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.'
'Anything essential is invisible to the eyes,' the little prince repeated, in order to remember.
'It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important.'
'It's the time I spent on my rose…' the little prince repeated, in order to remember.
'People have forgotten this truth,' the fox said. 'But you musn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose…'
'I'm responsible for my rose…' the little prince repeated, in order to remember.”

Watercolor, gouache, and ink on watercolor paper. Finished. Took this with my camera phone. Better photos to come.

This painting was inspired by my favorite book, The Little Prince. I took the photos at Lake Havasu, a strange oasis in the middle of the desert on the border between California and Arizona. I was searching for desert spaces, because sometimes my heart feels like a dry and empty place. Water can also be good for the heart…

This painting is from the viewpoint of the Rose, watching the Little Prince on his Journey through the desert. 

"The little prince went to look at the roses again.

'You're not at all like my rose. You're nothing at all yet,' he told them. 'No one has tamed you and you haven't tamed anyone. You're the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I've made him my friend, and now he's the only fox in all the world.'

And the roses were humbled.

'You're lovely, but you're empty,' he went on. 'One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.'

And he went back to the fox.

'Good-bye,' he said.

'Good-bye,' said the fox. 'Here is my secret. It's quite simple: one sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.'

'Anything essential is invisible to the eyes,' the little prince repeated, in order to remember.

'It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important.'

'It's the time I spent on my rose…' the little prince repeated, in order to remember.

'People have forgotten this truth,' the fox said. 'But you musn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose…'

'I'm responsible for my rose…' the little prince repeated, in order to remember.”

Watercolor, gouache, and ink on watercolor paper. Finished. Took this with my camera phone. Better photos to come.

Work in progress. Gouache on watercolor paper. I’m going to post a little something behind the concept of this piece once it’s finished.

Work in progress. Gouache on watercolor paper. I’m going to post a little something behind the concept of this piece once it’s finished.

My friend Renee before her journey to Paris. Finished. Oil on canvas paper, 18x24. I might clean up a few areas.

My friend Renee before her journey to Paris. Finished. Oil on canvas paper, 18x24. I might clean up a few areas.

Two Rabbits on the Moon: My Illustration Project for 2015

Good evening friends and followers! 

I thought I would give you a brief summary of the illustration project I’m working on for a group show next year. This is especially important if you are attending my upcoming studio sale and party tomorrow evening AND if you’re wondering why I’m trying to clear so much space. 

I’m in the process of putting together a visual story about adults who have lost their ability to dream because of an ongoing conflict. Without giving away too much information, the adults are on a journey to reclaim their lost dreams, but because much of their functioning capabilities were compromised in the loss, they need assistance. This is a story about their loss and their journey, about adventure, about secret messages passed from child to adult and giant rabbits and war. My studio walls are covered in thumbnails and storyboard ideas. I am coming up with this story bit by bit, I have never attempted anything like this before, and I am afraid. I’m afraid because I have a lot of self doubt. I have a lot of limitations I’m working through in terms of skill, time, finances, and space. I am afraid because there is no reason for anyone to care about this project but me, and because failure seems like a pretty strong possibility.

But I’m doing it anyway.

What I wanted to focus on for this particular post is the size of the project, the anticipated cost of the project, and my goals for this body of work. These are really rough ideas that are still being fleshed out and will change over time, so bear with me. 

There will be between 10 and 20 paintings that are roughly 3x4 feet. They will tell a story. They will be arranged in a way in which the viewer has to engage with one painting before moving onto the next. The materials alone will cost me anywhere between 2,000 (if I play my cards right and don’t waste any paint) and 6,000. That’s my very conservative estimate. 

I want to show this finished body of work everywhere I can around Pittsburgh. I want people to see this because it’s my story. 

I’m selling most of my paintings at this studio sale for really low prices. I need the funds to cover some of the costs of this project. I need the space because I have a small bedroom which I also use as a studio. I may need to rent a studio as my project develops. So if you’re local please stop by. 

I’m still in the process of putting together a budget and writing a proposal, and there may be a kickstarter in the works. 

Thanks again for following. 

In six days! <3

In six days! <3