Search This Blog

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Buck

Buck
Mixed media on canvas, 40x60
Please contact me for price and availability

Hi, everyone! Hope you still remember me. Hope you've missed me. I've missed you! Missed writing the blog, posting the paintings, hearing from you.

All that being said, I have absolutely no idea why I haven't posted. Honestly, I think I just needed a break, and I am sure you did, too.

I'm going to approach the blog a little differently, at least for a while, posting not every painting, but the ones that excite me the most.

"Buck" is one of them.

As you all know, I've been painting on black canvases for a few years now. By and large, that means that before I start painting, I take black gesso and blacken the canvases. I often become involved with this black on white relationship, and have in fact, kept a couple of these - but just for a while. They became solid black in a couple days.

But this one - this one was different. My fast blackening strokes - fast, loose, urgent - suddenly suggested a horse - and I just decided to go with it, filling in a little, then adding turquoise acrylic paint, then gold dust and gold leaf, and then the watercolor background.

It's totally different for me. What do you think?

***
I HAVE DAMAGED my shoulder, yes, my right shoulder, making it impossible to lift my arm above my head, or even much above my shoulder. The doctor says the problem is basically arthritis, overuse and a lifetime of bad posture. I've been getting physical therapy, exercising, being careful, getting therapeutic massages, but I am still a wreck, and have had to cancel two shows - Williamsburg and Lake Norman, near Charlotte, NC. Both shows require a same-day set-up, and I am just too slow at this point to be sure that I can set up my tent in time.

To see the shows on my schedule, please click here, or go to Jacobson-arts.com and look for 2018 shows.

***
Dog of the Day


Hahahahahaha, it's Puffy in a tin-foil hat that I got at Archie McPhee

***
A Final Thought

"All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, 
are justified in the person who creates good art." 
- Roman Payne

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Never No More Blues

Never No More Blues
Oil on black canvas, 18x36
sold

Out here in Arizona, I've been loving life - and missing home. How I can have such conflicting emotions at the same time - both strong, both true, both deeply felt - amazes me, but seems to be a fact.

Friends of my dad's and stepmother's bought this painting yesterday, and I saw it hanging in their dining room, and it is stupendous. I'll get a photo next week and post it. It's so great how a painting or any art can change a room, alter an attitude, bring a smile. I love this painting, and am so glad it's hanging in a home where it's adored, and where it hangs with other beautiful pieces.

***
Fountain Hills

This weekend, I am off to the Great Fair at Fountain Hills, near Scottsdale. This is a gigantic show, with nearly 500 artists. I'm excited - and hoping that my art does not get lost in such a crowd. Also, I am hoping that I don't get lost in such a crowd. The photo above shows last year's festival - yikes! 

If you're in the area, or have friends in the area, please come to the show. I'm in Booth A-27, beside my friend, the talented painter Brenda Peo (check out her work here). 

***
Dog of the Day
It's little Woodreau, scruffy and fluffy and in need of a haircut, but looking just about as cute as a dog can look. Peter sent me this pic, along with pictures of the other dogs - and daffodils blooming at the side of the house! I miss home so very much. 

***
A Final Thought

"Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not." 
- John Keats


Thursday, February 1, 2018

The Overlook

The Overlook
Oil on black canvas, 18x18

The Overlook is where you go if you live in Westerly, RI, and need a tiny breathing break from life. People park along the edge of the road, look at the big homes and watch the waves break against the rocks. Sometimes there's a seal, but usually, it's just space and air and water and waves and the sweet scent of the ocean. 

***
Scenes from the Road



I arrived in Tubac, AZ, yesterday, on a beautiful, sunny afternoon, warm enough to chase away all thoughts of winter, snow, grayness, cold. The sun shone on the mountains, I could roll the window down in the van, and relax in the knowledge that I'd made it, safe and sound, across pretty much the entire country.

Peter waved, and the dogs barked and I pulled out of Wachapreague on Saturday, the van loaded with paintings, tent, and all manner of stuff for the three shows I'll do out here - Tubac, Feb. 7-11; Tucson Museum Spring Artisan Exhibit, Feb. 16-18; and the Fountain Hills Great Fair, Feb. 23-25. (Please click here for more info).

The country spun out before me, huge and fascinating and beautiful. The flat lands and salt marshes and tall pines of the Eastern Seaboard t fell away to the piney woods and palms of the Florida panhandle, the surprisingly industrial landscape of Alabama and Mississippi, with bristling ports and creaky bridges, giant gas globes frighteningly close to the highways - and then, all that is behind me, and I'm in Louisiana, and the bayous and water-soaked rice fields lead up to the Atchafalaya basin and the slim causeway that crosses it.

Then, it's Texas, 878 miles of it on I-10. Surprising hills and verdant fields in the east, the incredible bustle and 16-lane-wide highways of Houston, overarched with curving flyways and bridges - and then all civilization falls away, and Texas goes on and on and on and on. You drive by wind-blown towns with empty main streets and paint-peeled houses. Whole neighborhoods living in their RVs. Dogs on chains, and small herds of cows, and here and there goats and burros. Old cars rust into the land, and the door of an abandoned Winnebago swings in the wind, above a structure that once, clearly, was a patio.

The West starts in Texas, with little dots and splotches of red land, and then, up a hill and around a curve, mountains and buttes and a changed landscape. The New Mexico line is a celebration and a marker, and El Paso, with its stinking cow lots and thick array of stores - three Super Walmarts! - and frightening fly-way overpasses fades into memory.

Then, all of a sudden, after days and days of travel, I'm in Arizona, and breathing sunshine and welcome and the promise of seeing people I love, family, just up there, past the cities, by the sun-warmed mountains, glowing ochre and pink in the welcome evening light.

Photos, from top: me with my friend Bonnie, whom I visited in Florida. Then me with Sadie, Bonnie's flat-coated retriever. Next, a rest area bathroom in Texas - it's nicer than my house! Texas just has too much money! And finally, one of the windblown homes you see along the road. 

***
Dog of the Day

I met Peaches at a gas station in North or South Carolina. Her brand-new family drove to Georgia from Connecticut to get her. She's a rescue, and a fine, friendly, sweet puppy. 

***
A Final Thought 

"Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mother's face." 
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow








Thursday, January 18, 2018

Morning's Glory

Morning's Glory
Oil on black canvas, 12x36
sold

The snow in our driveway stood waist-high in a hard, wind-blown drift. Even if we could have gotten out of the driveway, we'd have been mired in a hard, knee-high drift covering the road. No cars drove by - or, as far as I could tell, drove anywhere in town - for four days. Finally, at 8:30 at night on the fourth day after the storm, the state sent a plow to Wachapreague.

The plow piled up a wall of snow in front of our already drifted driveway, and the single-digit temperatures froze everything solid. Eventually, in 19-degree sun, we went out and dug and dug and dug, and then a neighbor, watching from his house, went and got the town's small front-loader and got us and our neighbor out. Our hero!

Being blocked in did wonders for my painting, though. Honestly, there was pretty much nothing else to do, so I painted and painted and painted, and ended up with this piece (and since this, others), in a style I am calling "mosaic painting."

It's again along the lines of the abstract realism that's always intrigued and drawn me, and which I've always wanted to paint - and have painted, more or less. The deconstructed landscape. A mix of detail and not-detail, energized by color and stroke and the puzzle-piece feeling of a mosaic or a stained-glass piece. I really love this, and feel a whole new sense of expression and discovery and joy.

You can see more of these on my website! Go to jacobson-arts.com, and click on "available paintings." There aren't many - yet - but that will change.

***

I'M HEADING TO ARIZONA in a week or so, and am delighted to be going to a warm, sunny place. My route and departure date are a bit up in the air, and they depend on the weather, which seems to be a mystery as of late. I'll be there for the month of February, and am doing three shows and a demo:    


All these events are free and open to everyone! 

***
Dog of the Day

I found this photo while I was looking for something else. It is intriguingly entitled "John and New Dog." I don't see John, and can't think of a John I know who might have a new dog, but if you know this dog, or John, please do let me know. It's a great dog, isn't it? 

***
A Final Thought

"The more you love, the more love you have to give. 
It's the only feeling we have which is infinite."

- Christina Westover






Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Reflecting Light




Reflecting Light
Oil on black canvas, 18x18
Please click here to email me for price and availability

Here's another in the series of swirling bits and bites of color and content on black. I love the urgency of this painting, the looseness, the focus on the flowers - but looking at it now, I'm not sure about the black background. What do you think? Yay or nay, I'd love some input. 

***
Christmas Goodies
Yes, in my heart of hearts, I am 8 years old, and I love getting and giving Christmas presents. I guess I will never outgrow this! If I were going to, I would have already. So here are some of my many presents. Above, a sculpture by Mama-Girl, a wonderful local artist. It's in front of a painting of Lulu by my friend Lois Vanslike, a wonderful woman and talented artist from Arizona. That was not a Christmas present, or at least not this year. Below, me with my Bob Ross T-shirt, a gift from my grandson Ashton. Can't wait until it's warm enough to wear it! 

I hope all of you received and gave gifts that delighted you - even if they were simply smiles, hugs and prayers. Happy holidays, all, and Happy 2018! 


***
Dog of the Day
My friend, the immensely talented jeweler Cynthia Battista (check out her work here) sent me a link to a video of an Airedale singing , and I played it this morning and the puppies came running Lulu ran away, but Doc stayed, fascinated. I don't know if it was the dog's singing or the squeaky toy he was squeaking that attracted Doc's attention, but as long as I played the video, he stayed and watched. 

***
A Final Thought

"A blank canvas... has unlimited possibilities."
- Stephanie Perkins