Funded by the Russell J Efros Foundation’s Sprout grant. This is a portrait of Kristen Moldovan, who pitched for the Massapequa, NY team in the Junior Little League World Series in 2013.
While I wait to receive my Sprout grant, I am keeping busy
Yale Crew was selected for the Virtual National Exhibition at Denise Bibro Fine Art and When We Meet Again has been selected to be in the Ellarslie Open. Best of all, the Russell J. Efros Foundation is awarding me a grant to create a series of paintings of Women in Baseball. Time to get to work. I include a painting I began recently at the Thompson-Neely House in Washington Crossing Park. I will get back there on Thursday to do some plein air painting with instructor Joseph Sweeney.
This painting started out a dark blob, as Maryanne said. I doubted I could describe and delineate the vegetables clearly enough. But after close observation, I put it all together. This is a picture of the Open Veggie Sandwich at Duck Soup in New Hope Pennsylvania. Carla makes it different each time she cooks it. The day I took the photo for this painting I thought her creation was particularly masterful. The pancake in the upper left corner looks good too.
As long as it doesn’t have to be really fine tuned. Maybe this is trompe l’oeil light. The title is Academic Male (My nemesis)
I saw Summer Clearance and other performers at Martine’s this past weekend. While there, I got to give Summer this portrait I painted of him in 2013 from a photo taken at the New Hope Gay Pride Parade that year. The appreciative email Domenick/Summer sent me will be printed out and put up in my studio to inspire me to keep going.
After some more painting time, I have tentatively changed the title. I have worked on the two male figures some more and will add some flowers behind and in front of the foreground model: hence the title change. Feel encouraged after showing this for critique at the Artists of Yardley on Wednesday night though it feels like this one is taking forever. That is the problem with getting older; moving slower, and thinking I have to race the clock. I am both the train that could and that slow tortoise. I like the foreground figure’s face, but am afraid it most likely will have to change going forward.