Going to view the hand of God
Today, I am transforming a good sketch into a fine pen and ink piece for my client. I do regret, however, that I won't be the one to add the color - that will be done by the computer company that he is employing, and I doubt they will be willing or able to give the art the type of love and attention I do. I will lose some control over the final product, but that is how it goes when one is part of a team, something I'm not really used to. I will add a color scheme for the computer people to work off of, as well as a "shadow scheme" to show where depth may be added via shading. We shall see how it all goes.
But, that's not what the title of today's entry is referring to. Today, my drawing student and I will meet at the Palace of Legion of Honor art museum, at the west end of San Francisco. We have an appointment there with the Assenbach Foundation people to view 15 master drawings that I have chosen off of their website. We will see drawings by some very famous artists: Tieppollo among them, and I am excited to be close enough to these drawings to breath on them - to be close to "the hand of God" if one is to believe that some artists are so great and so tuned in, that they possess a direct line to a higher power, sort of like our current Prezident. (that's a joke, folks).
I chose the 15 pictures , which was the limit, with care. I did go for some big names, but for the most part, I chose drawings that show variety in approach as well as intent. My student should be most impressed, to the point of inspiration or intimidation, I'm not sure which. In fact, I may be affected similarly.
Still, even if she is over-awed by what she sees, and vows never to touch a pencil again, I'll remind her that nobody can draw like she does. Not even Tieppollo! There have been times when I've worked on a piece of art that is about as great as I can do, and I think that to myself: "nobody can do this particular piece of art as well as you, or just like you are doing it". Whether that's true or not, it feels awfully good to believe it.
Another fine bit of news: a painting I did 23 years ago that I thought had been recently lost, has been found! It was left at the cafe it had shown at a few months ago - why I overlooked it, and why the cafe people didn't call me, I'll never know, but I felt awful a week ago when I realized that it wasn't here. My wife, Pam, suggested I call the cafe, and I did so fully knowing that there was no chance that they had it. I was wrong, and am I pleased about that.
Persevere, one and all!
But, that's not what the title of today's entry is referring to. Today, my drawing student and I will meet at the Palace of Legion of Honor art museum, at the west end of San Francisco. We have an appointment there with the Assenbach Foundation people to view 15 master drawings that I have chosen off of their website. We will see drawings by some very famous artists: Tieppollo among them, and I am excited to be close enough to these drawings to breath on them - to be close to "the hand of God" if one is to believe that some artists are so great and so tuned in, that they possess a direct line to a higher power, sort of like our current Prezident. (that's a joke, folks).
I chose the 15 pictures , which was the limit, with care. I did go for some big names, but for the most part, I chose drawings that show variety in approach as well as intent. My student should be most impressed, to the point of inspiration or intimidation, I'm not sure which. In fact, I may be affected similarly.
Still, even if she is over-awed by what she sees, and vows never to touch a pencil again, I'll remind her that nobody can draw like she does. Not even Tieppollo! There have been times when I've worked on a piece of art that is about as great as I can do, and I think that to myself: "nobody can do this particular piece of art as well as you, or just like you are doing it". Whether that's true or not, it feels awfully good to believe it.
Another fine bit of news: a painting I did 23 years ago that I thought had been recently lost, has been found! It was left at the cafe it had shown at a few months ago - why I overlooked it, and why the cafe people didn't call me, I'll never know, but I felt awful a week ago when I realized that it wasn't here. My wife, Pam, suggested I call the cafe, and I did so fully knowing that there was no chance that they had it. I was wrong, and am I pleased about that.
Persevere, one and all!
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11:50 AM
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