BLACK LAB
16x16" oil on canvas heavyweight canvas
NFS
Showing posts with label oil on canvas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oil on canvas. Show all posts
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Sunday, September 30, 2018
HAPPY BIRTHDAY... ALWAYS
Tim by Suz
Timothy Francis Berry
October 1, 1967 - February 23, 2012
You have kept your word.
I will keep mine and
continue moving forward with you.
Happy Birthday Sweetheart!
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Friday, June 1, 2018
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Allison's Garden
Allison's Garden
18x24" oil on heavyweight canvas
NFS
Thank you Bruce and Family for the honor.
Thursday, March 29, 2018
ON THE EASEL: TWOLIPS
36x36", oil on heavyweight canvas
Valentine's Day flowers from Tim, 2017...with a little help from me. Have a few other paintings going on but thought I'd give this a rest and post it now because I'm undecided about so much.
Friday, March 16, 2018
HOBEY
18x18" oil on heavyweight canvas
SOLD
I forgot to take a last snap and so his little tag is missing.
Friday, September 30, 2016
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!
"Tim in the Light"
October 1, 1967- February 23, 2012
8x8", oil on canvas
NFS
Although I know you are with me always, there are no words to describe how very very very much I miss your physical presence. I will love you through all eternity.
Five years still feels like five minutes.
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
STILL HERE!
It's Over!
16x16" oil on canvas
SOLD
Took some time off to refuel! Hope everyone enjoyed their summer! Working on a commission, the collector's concept, pretty cool. Wish I'd thought of it.
Coming soon!
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
PLUM LINE
"PLUM LINE"
30x30", oil on canvas
SOLD
Can't seem to get the color right.
This snap below is closer.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Monday, January 4, 2016
Monday, August 17, 2015
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
STEEMAS!
"STEEMAS!"
30x30" oil on heavyweight canvas
SOLD
Still working on this, there's a lot that needs to be done but I'm getting a bit bored and I don't want to ruin it because I've lost interest, for the time being anyway. These are the clams that I snapped while rinsing them in the sink a few weeks ago.
Why "Steemas" instead of Steamers? I'm from New York. Long Island to be exact and our accent is very distinct. If you've ever seen the Long Island Medium on TLC you get it. Although admittedly, I have tried to cover it up for years. Imagine my surprise when my college bud and I visited her family in CT back in the day and the way I spoke was the topic of the weekend! Ouch! Who knew?
The great thing about this subject matter is that painting each distinct line and ridge would send me screaming into the night so I was forced to suggest instead of render and it was quite different from how I usually work. It's still pretty tight but that's me and I'm finally getting around to accepting that.
And appreciating it!
Off to celebrate! Today is our 21st wedding anniversary! Together on this plane for 23 incredible, joyful years! I can't wait to see what comes next. Happy Anniversary Berry! You are so cool.
And my apologies for not thanking those who stopped by and were kind enough to leave comments for my last post. Decidedly not cool! I so appreciate you stopping by, I can never say it enough...it means so much!
Happy creating and I hope everyone is enjoying the summer. Would be nice if it got warmer here though! Oh well, at least there's no snow to shovel!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
GREEN APPLES
"GREEN APPLES"
8x8" oil on canvas
SOLD
Still working and having a good time! And right now, that's all that counts. I'm stayin' out of my head and taking note that when I listen to the ego shrieking I cannot be concentrating on what I'm doing! That right there is 90% of the problem I think. I've literally begun talking myself through each stroke and next step. It's interesting and keeps me focused on what I'm doing, not what I think about it. Nice.
It's nothing short of dee-lightful to look out of the studio window and see leaves on the trees, hear the birds singing, the sprinklers going. Gotta be the spring!
Anyway, had a commission to do of a pup and although I found the reference wasn't optimal I think it came out okay. It did give me a chance to dust off my artistic license though. Imagine my surprise... it hadn't expired!This is Moe. I hope the giftee was pleased.
I am excited about what's on the easel next. I am a devout lover of shellfish, especially steamers. When I bought some the other day, I noticed, as they sat patiently in the sink awaiting a good rinse, that there were some incredible colors and shapes going on so I snapped a few and have one in mind to begin tomorrow.
Sure feels good. I'm grateful but with all my spouting about "my thoughts creating my experience" —apparently the lull is all my doing. Gee Suz...ya think? But, see... therein lies the rub. Does one go all military on oneself, attempting to force creativity or does one wait out the drought—accept what is and wait patiently and optimistically until it's over? Probably no hard rule to that. Depends on the individual. I'm not the least bit disciplined so I would think it's rather easy for 'lil suz to give in and grab the remote more often than not. Still.
Thoughts?
Anyway, I need to say this. I am more in love with Timothy Francis Berry than I was yesterday or the day before and I haven't laid eyes on the man in 3 years, 3 months and 3 days. He continues to make his presence known in the most surprising and clever ways. I am so very fortunate!
Thanks so much for dropping by, it means a lot!
Monday, February 23, 2015
Sunday, April 6, 2014
BAILEY and some confusion
"BAILEY"
16x20" oil on canvas
NFS
Well, that happened! The question is what happened? And, I'm still not sure that it's finished happening! After completing Tim's anniversary portrait I thought it would be the beginning of a new direction in painting for me. It did turn out to be a beginning but I'm still not aware of what!
It wasn't a case of the Dread Mahockiss—the name I've given to that period of time when a creative has little or no desire or seeming ability to create—it was more of an "I really don't give a crap!" if I paint period and I'm not really sure it's over.
This portrait was not easy to complete but it is a donation piece and had to be done. I'd go into the studio, sure I was just being lazy or distracted, but as I sat there, brush in hand, I felt like I was sitting down to watch grass grow. Usually there's an air of excitement, and anxiety to be sure, but a feeling somewhere that something cool might grow out of the blank canvas. But...nope! Nuthin! Not for almost 2 months..well more like a month and a half. I embellish for effect.
I'm sure it's got everything to do with another stage of grief. I've been doing a lot of reading and listening and reading and watching. The missing him has reached Biblical proportions and I can see now that as time goes on it will most likely get worse. There have been some incredible signs and messages not the least of which was his 6 year old niece offhandedly explaining to her mother how Uncle Tim and his dog Devlin come to visit her sometimes.
Still, I sit. I stare. I get up and move from window to window. I imagine him pulling into the drive, running out into the garage to meet him. That first hug that would last for minutes as we sunk into each other and all the cares of the day melted away. Home at last. A glass of wine, discussing the day, playing with the boys. I'd give anything to be able to sit across from him at the dining room table and have one of our epic conversations about nothing. Or I'd sous chef while he prepared one of his gourmet meals out of left overs.
It could also be that I'm terrified I won't be able to duplicate the loose painterly quality of Tim's anniversary study. I did sit down not long after completing it and was bitterly disappointed when the same old tight, get as close as you can to what you see, outcome became apparent. Typical. It dawns on me that I might have to work at it.
Anyway, who knows. This too shall pass. I have to make that choice and for a bit I guess I needed to wallow. I appreciate the emails of concern. I'm here and I'll keep sitting down to paint until the excitement returns.
Tim assures me that it will.
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