PartyTime!

Holiday cheer is in order! The festive, holiday punch ice ring is freezing as I type and the walls in the studio are ready for your group efforts.

Come with a few paints, especially neutrals–black, white raw umber and buff, paynes gray, etc.  Throw in a yellow or two and a couple of blues and reds.Also bring a few brushes–not your finer hair brushes, but some bristle or synthetic brushes.  You will want a stick of charcoal or a crayon–something to   draw large scale and a pallette and perhaps a pallette knife.  MARK THINGS AS YOURS so they are not lost.

No food is necessary unless you are opposed to eating pulled pork, coleslaw and homemade hot bean dip seasoned with summer chilis.

In the meantime here are a couple of additional presents–a wonderful poem about Goya by the delightful Billy Collins and a fun “drip painting” site to play with–toys for every girl and boy….

Candle Hat

In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather
from painting The Blinding of Sampson.

But in this one Goya stands well back from the mirror
and is seen posed in the clutter of his studio
addressing a canvas tilted back on a tall easel.

He appears to be smiling out at us as if he knew
we would be amused by the extraordinary hat on his head
which is fitted around the brim with candle holders,
a device that allowed him to work into the night.

You can only wonder what it would be like
to be wearing such a chandelier on your head
as if you were a walking dining room or concert hall.

But once you see this hat there is no need to read
any biography of Goya or to memorize his dates.

To understand Goya you only have to imagine him
lighting the candles one by one, then placing
the hat on his head, ready for a night of work.

Imagine him surprising his wife with his new invention,
the laughing like a birthday cake when she saw the glow.

Imagine him flickering through the rooms of his house
with all the shadows flying across the walls.

Imagine a lost traveler knocking on his door
one dark night in the hill country of Spain.
“Come in, ” he would say, “I was just painting myself,”
as he stood in the doorway holding up the wand of a brush,
illuminated in the blaze of his famous candle hat.

Drip painting without the mess:  http://www.jacksonpollock.org
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