Posts Tagged ‘David Tripp’

Thoughts in the Morning over Sketching

March 22, 2022

When we work at our art, we dip into the well of our experience and scoop out images. Because we do this, we need to learn how to put images back. How do we fill the well?

We feed it images. Art is an artist-brain pursuit. The artist brain is our image brain, home and haven to our best creative impulses.

Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way

This morning over coffee marked my second consecutive day of practicing Julia Cameron’s Morning Pages. The clearing out of debris proved fruitful. It seems that for me, every morning requires an exorcism, a casting out of negative sentiments. I hate waking up with them. I hate the feeling of dread. I hate the feeling of inadequacy. So every morning I’m proactive in getting rid of the trash in my mind. Coffee, reading, thinking, journaling, and now Morning Pages–all these work together in convincing me that I can face this day and transcend anything negative that shows its ugly countenance. I truly have a ritual I follow every morning, and feel it is a healthy one.

I loved reading this morning the passage about refilling the reservoir with images for the artist. A couple of weeks ago, while traveling with our Dogwood Arts Council President Greg Gunnels to a radio interview, we stopped in Jacksonville because I saw this magnificent old wagon at a business. I photographed it from every angle, and began sketching it yesterday morning, then continued some more this morning. I’m interested in doing a watercolor study of this one to add to the family of covered wagon paintings begun recently.

With Spring Break ending, the college schedule is now pounding away at me, and, like the students, I am already anticipating the end of the semester so we can all resume our normal daily practices. A couple of April events that excite me include a Spring Exhibit and Artscape 2022.

The Spring Exhibit is sponsored by The Eyes of Texas Fine Art Upstairs Gallery, located at Barons Creek Wine Room, 115 E. Bridge St., Granbury, Texas 76048. Five of my watercolors will hang in the exhibit that will open with a reception Saturday, April 9 from 4-7 p.m. I’m looking forward to the reception and hope to meet you there.

Artscape 2022 will be held at the Dallas Arboretum April 30 and May 1. I am happy to be in a corner booth once again, and look forward to that festival which will run 10-5:00 both days. Large crowds attend this event, and I will be showcasing my latest work, including the watercolor of the Fort Worth Scatt Jazz Lounge selected for the cover of the next issue of The Eyes of Texas Fine Art Magazine.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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Monday Morning in Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood

November 22, 2021
Morning View out the Window of Studio Eidolons

An artist learns by repeated trial and error, by an almost moral instinct, to avoid the merely or the confusingly decorative, to eschew violence where it is a fraudulent substitute for power, to say what he has to say with the most direct and economical means, to be true to his objects, to his materials, to his technique, and hence, by a correlated miracle, to himself.

Irwin Edman, Arts and the Man

Though chilly outside, the view out my studio window this morning is filled with sunshine and color, and makes me grateful for artistitic appetites. Seeking a good word for the morning, I wasn’t disappointed with Irwin Edman’s expansive comment. Last night in The Gallery at Redlands, a young girl’s mother approached me while others were shopping the gallery, and whispered that her daughther wanted to ask me a question. She was ten years old: “How do you become a good artist?”

This is the kind of conversation I crave, always. It very seldom presents itself. The feelings welling up inside me are beyond description, even the morning after. I poured out all I could as I visited with that young, inquisitive artist, and still see that earnest look in her eyes as she genuinely wanted to talk to someone about making art. When my emotions are a little more under control and I can write with full accuracy, I plan to write out all I can recall from our lengthy conversation and share it on this blog.

Time is short. Though we returned home from Palestine late last night, I have to go back down there today. Polar Express is sending many, many reservations into The Redlands Hotel (they have a shuttle service and the scheduled train rides posted in the lobby), and many of those passengers are coming into The Gallery. I got my latest commission underway (for the Fort Worth Police Officers Association) and decided to leave it on the gallery drafting table last night since I was returning to work on it later today.

Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming, and with them many requests. It’s time to take it up another notch or two. I don’t plan to miss any commission deadlines this time of year.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

Finishing a Quick Study

August 28, 2021

Why do we seek climates warmed by another sun? Who is the man that by fleeing from his country, can also flee from himself?

Horace, Ode, ii. 16. 18

One telling Socrates, that such a one was nothing improved by his travels: “I very well believe it,” said he, “for he took himself along with him.”

Montaigne, “Of Solitude”

Reading Montaigne on this early Saturday morning has proved to be a great beginning to a day in the gallery/studio. I am happy to find myself in good company when in solitude, but I also confess that the company will improve greatly once Sandi enters the gallery!

My plan is to finish this 8 x 10″ watercolor today and frame it for the Gallery. We will head back home tonight, but I’m delighted to have begun & completed a painting in the short time we were here.

Back to work! Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

Hygge

January 3, 2021

Uh…what? Hy-gge. Pronounced hue-gə, which sounds a bit French, this mysterious noun,
adjective and verb resembles not only a typically Danish attitude, but also wellbeing, comfort and feeling at home.

Meik Wiking

What a wonderful start to this New Year! Sandi and I came out to Lubbock just as the winter weather turned frigid, making it difficult for her to spend quality time with her horse. Now the afternoons are sunny, pushing temps up to the fifties and sixties, so she is able to ride. And I am finding life serene in this hotel room with a pair of loving dogs, my art supplies and a fine collection of reading material.

Holiday gifts have continued to accumulate, now including warm greetings and conversations online with a host of friends whom I cannot visit during this wretched COVID era. Someone yesterday alerted me to a book by Meik Wiking, The Little Book of Hygge: Danish Secrets to Happy Living. I have ordered it already on Amazon. Meanwhile, I am reading everything I can pull up online from the pen of this Meik Wiking.

The Danish word hygge reminds me in many ways of the Greek notion of eudaimonia. Both point toward a general spirit of well-being, though hygge sounds to me that it is more oriented to the environment, the stage we set for quality mindfulness. In my case, the word seems to point to my own Studio Eidolons at home, or The Gallery at Redlands in Palestine, or the old general store I enjoy inhabiting in east Texas. My initial perceptions of hygge may be inaccurate; I’ll know more once I receive the book and give it a thoughtful read.

Meanwhile, this Sunday morning has been sublime. I stripped off the masquing from the watercolor I started yesterday. It appears I have a decent foundation for this next painting. I have yet to get out my supplies as I’ve decided instead to look over the composition and make some plans for its development. Taking out my draft of New Year’s Resolutions, I’ve decided to make some adjustments to the way I pursue my studio work this year. Having purchased for the first time a watercolor sketchbook last September, I’ve decided to put it to work as I study these snowy evergreens. Alongside the 8 x 10″ watercolor I’ll experiment with some color sketches. I’ve also decided to be more faithful in recording observational notes in the sketchbook, recording the colors and techniques employed. I brought with me on this trip a selection of watercolor pencils to layer with my tube watercolors. I also have some smaller rigger brushes. I’m in the mood for some experimenting.

I am resolved this year to pursue more Quality in day-to-day life. I have not tuned in to local or national news this day, because I suspect that venom is still coursing through the public discourse. To all my readers, I wish you success in creating more hygge in your day-to-day experiences. Hopefully, in addition to adding more color to your own life, you will play a hand in coloring your surroundings.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

Painting and Remembering

March 20, 2016

Winfield

An artist paints so that he will have something to look at; at times he must write so that he will also have something to read.

Barnett Newman

I laughed out loud this morning when I read some of the wit of Barnett Newman. In response, I spent a good part of this day painting so I could have something to look at, and writing in my journal so I would have something to read.

On a more serious note, it feels great to be painting again, the workshop last week really got my juices flowing, and the bad weather threatening Corpus Christi gave me the space to return home and pick up the brush again. I am currently trying to figure out how to close out these two Missouri scenes, the one above from Winfield, where I photographed a store front back in 2010 or 2009. The one below came from a section of Highway 30 west of High Ridge that I photographed in the rain last Thanksgiving as I was beginning my return to Texas.

High Ridge

Good Thoughts Stretching into the Night

March 10, 2016

One Man Show Art Center Poster

Ὁ βίος βραχύς,ἡ δὲ τέχνη μακρή,ὁ δὲ καιρὸς ὀξύς,ἡ δὲ πεῖρα σφαλερή,ἡ δὲ κρίσις χαλεπή.

Life is short, and art long, opportunity fleeting, experience perilous, and decision difficult.

Hippocrates

As my age creeps closer to 62, I find these late-night sessions preparing Advanced Placement Art History classes to be filled with clashing sentiments of a weary body and an exhilarated mind.  Yes, I feel cranky over the loss of sleep, but the ocean of art in which I find myself treading water fills my imagination with childlike wonder.

Late tonight, I finished my last A. P. Art History class before Spring Break and that comes with a splendid feeling of accomplishment.  Above, I’ve posted am image of the poster that the Art Center in Corpus Christi has placed in the midst of my show that opened last week. I’m counting the days till I get to meet interested people at the Artist’s Reception March 16 from 5-7:00. Below I’m going to post a few photos of the thirty-four paintings I’ve placed in the show.

Thanks for reading, and perhaps I’ll have the time and space to post more thoughts tomorrow.

Across the View $550

Across the View

Firewheel Frenzy $450

Firewheel Frenzy

Following the Labyrinthe $750

Following the Labyrinthe

Drybrush Ruminations $525

Drybrush Ruminations

Homer's Wine-Dark Sea $400

Homer’s Wine-Dark Sea

Shell Collaboration $470

Shell Collaboration