Friday, December 18, 2009
Free Portrait Contest!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Ultimate Christmas Decoration!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Self Portrait-2009-Umber 4
Friday, December 11, 2009
Big Foot Caught on Hidden Camera
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Whatever Happened to Free Speech?
"When they kick at your front door, how you gonna' come
With your hands on your head or on the trigger of you gun?" -The Clash
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Brothers, Not Enemies
Self Portrait-2009 Umber 3
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Self Portrait-2009 Umber 2
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Self Portrait-2009 Umber 1
I'm happy with the way this is looking on one level, but on another I'm not. I've had somewhat of difficult time getting the umber to stick. I've used a new brand of T.R.P.S. and it's eating my imprimatura off of the canvas as I paint. I started painting on Friday evening and could not get the burnt umber to stick at all. I was a little more successful this go around on Sunday evening, but you can see those glowing bright orange looking spots, ie. on the beard, where the white canvas is showing through. I may need to go back to traditional turpentine.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Avett Brothers-Laundry Room Live
The Avett Brothers make me proud to have lived in North Carolina as a boy! This video is worth watching all the way to the end.
Self Portrait-2009
This will be my first attempt at a self-portrait. I realize the practice itself is somewhat narcissistic, and yet I want to paint myself as I truly look and not the "ideal" me.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Northern Light-Finished!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 8
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Military Father and Child Reunions
Warning! You may need a Kleenex for this one!
The White Horse King
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 7
I scumbled opaque flesh colors over skin areas and opaque light blue over curtain. Darkened shadows in hair with Payne's Gray.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 6
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Red Mask in the Mailbox Chapter 9
Monster on the Pan
“Hello, anyone home in there?” Joe asked, as he snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face. Thomas’s mouth hung open, and his tongue dried like cool clay in his mouth. His eyes were blank.
“Can you stand up, Tommy?” his Dad asked.
Oh no, Margie thought, he’s been hit by a car! Her knees buckled and she grabbed the wall. A cold, steel bear trap tripped and grabbed the inside of her stomach. It was paralyzing and painful.
She had been inside watering plants when she had heard the shattering crash. “Joe, what happened?” Margie screamed from the doorstep.
“Dad…? You look funny...,” he said. “...and everything looks weird.”
Margie looked out the front door, and saw the car stalled in the road. She ran across the lawn and down the steps where her son sat on the sidewalk.
She hugged him to her chest, and rocked him back and forth. The blood from the cut on his head stained her white blouse.
“Mom, I’m O.K.,” he said, his words muffled by the hug of his mother.
“Is the boy hurt?” Mrs. Lucado asked, as she ran across the street; her hair in a big, fat, bun. “I’ve already called an ambulance,” she said. “I was in the kitchen mixing up a big pot of vegetable soup when I heard what sounded like a bomb landing inside of my house,” Mrs. Lucado said, bent over with hands on her knees, and investigated Thomas. “I want to tell you, I ran into the living room. It was like one of them Arctic blasts coming inside my house! I swanny it was cold. That’s when I saw the broken window, and found Frank Sinatra lying dead on the floor. Don’t cha’ know, whatever it was, came in through the window and broke the fish tank...sliced that fish right in two!”
“Oh Mrs. Lucado, I’m sorry,” Joe said.
“It’s okay, I can always get a new fish, but it’s your boy there I was worried about…, so I went ahead and called the ambulance.
“Yeah, that was a good idea,” Joe said. “Thanks.”
Neighbors watched the paramedics place the young boy on a stretcher. Some talked to Joe and Margie, others stayed on their porches and watched the red lights twirl.
Paramedics strapped him down, stretched a green-tinted, plastic-mask over his head, and pumped oxygen to his air starved brain.
“Tommy, you’re gonna’ be all right,” his Dad told him.
“Dad, I feel fine,” Thomas said. His voice sounded like the tin-can radio they built together. “but, everything looks so weird.”
“What do you mean?” his father said. “Do you mean things look blurry, or what?”
“Things look brighter Dad,” Thomas said, “that’s all I can tell you, is that things look brighter.”
His parents were not allowed to ride due to insurance purposes, so they followed close behind. Christmas red lights blinked on and off in the back of the van. The new color produced a dizzying effect, and his forehead throbbed with pain.
Sterilizing supplies and instruments hung from racks along the inside of the vehicle. A bag of fluid suspended from a chrome stand bumped and swayed with each bump in the road. A steel bed pan beside his head rattled against the wall. It sounded like an insane Hawaiian drum.
They stuck a needle in his arm and injected a pain killer. It stung at first, but gradually eased his discomfort. Thomas rolled to one side, looked face to face with the insane Hawaiian drum, and fell into unrestful sleep.
The ambulance hit a pothole and knocked him awake. The pan clanked beside his head and his eyes opened wide with horror. The face of a monster stared back at him. For the first time in his life, he saw the red exclamation point stretched across his face. He rubbed hard on the mark, but it would not come off.
And from a distant place in his mind, he heard the voice of his father echo from an empty can of lima beans, “I’m the Monster in the Can,” and he began to cry.
The End
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 5
I've added the "magical" color of Naples Yellow. It gives the mysterious impression of sunlight shining on flesh. It has some very unusual properties. I could not paint a picture like this without it!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 4
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 3
I've glazed what I call my "flesh" color; a mixture of burnt umber, raw umber, raw sienna+ titanium, and flake white, over the skin areas. I also glazed mixture of prussian blue, small amount of yellow ochre, and white over curtain area. This "cooled" it down a bit. I also glazed Alizarin crimson on dark background areas to warm them up a little.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Northern Light-"Putting in the Apple"
I follow Fred Wessel's advice when "putting in the apple." The quote below is from his website.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Northern Light-Color Stage 1
I glazed raw sienna onto skin areas, burnt umber onto hair, a mixture of prussian blue/burnt umber onto dark background areas, a mixture of ivory black, prussian blue, and flake white onto bright areas of curtain.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Northern LIght-Penumbra Stage 2
On this stage, I've continued to establish contrast between light and dark; attempting to "bump" the painting up to an image that corresponds to reality. Of course, if I spent a million years refining this image, it would never be my daughter, but only an image of her. My hope is to capture some of her vivaciousness at five years old, if only in a snapshot.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Northern Light-Penumbra Stage 1
The Law is Good News!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Is the Trinity an Easy Doctrine?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Table of Contents as a Creed
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Northern Light-Umber Stage 1
And we're off... and into the second dimension! Light is amazing, isn't it? Light and shadow and the interplay between the two are what make a painting look real. Kids are HARD to paint because their features are less defined.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Infant Baptism: A Fruit of the Gospel
Friday, October 16, 2009
"Who Told You That You Were Naked...?"
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Christian Religion w/Out OnRamp of Reason
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Waxin' Van Tillian
The unbeliever is willfully and joyfully blind. He would love for the Christian to "come on down and sew your eyes shut so we can converse on the same level...." However, his life is inconsistent in that he finds huge gaps of meaning. For the skeptic 2+2=4 is complete and utter nonsense unless he borrows capital from a Christian worldview, in order to make some kind of sense of his own.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Smooth and Sock Puppet
That Was Smooth: Sock Puppet from Journey Church on Vimeo.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
More Thoughts About the Bible and Marriage
While we're on the subject, what exactly does a "biblical marriage" look like if you have people doing stuff like that in the Bible of all places?
Jesus defines marriage in this way: "He answered, “Have you not read that he who created them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, ‘Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’?" Matt. 19:4 (ESV)
"But hasn't the Bible been edited throughout the years?" You say.
Yes, in one sense it has. There are "editions" out there which are very bad (ie. Jehovah's Witnesses' New World Translation, etc), but it's important to remember the Bible was divinely inspired in the original autographs. Translations are NOT inspired. However, most scholars will agree, the English Bible we have today is very reliable/accurate when compared with ancient Hebrew/Greek texts....
And besides, the very fact all those wrinkles and warts are left on those people only serves to seal the authenticity of it!
Incest and All That Other "Icky" Stuff
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Spurgeon in Multiple Layers
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Concerning Halloween
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Socialist Kids in New Jersey Praise Obama
"...equal work, equal pay."
*This video has been removed due to the recent Socialistic grading curve on the test we call America.