Another Monday Afternoon @ Barnfire Studio

Talented Kiddos + Props + Charcoal = Cool Wall 'o' Portraits!

Sisters Three

Chris Beneman with her daughters Sarah, Kate, and Lisa.

Yesterday afternoon I had the great pleasure of drawing this beautiful trio of sisters, whose Mom wanted to catch them together while they were all home for the holidays, before the older two have to head back out of state and return to school. They sat for about an hour and a half as the sun went down. A triple treat to draw!!!

Dig It

After a month of digging in the dirt, I'm back in my studio, and I am digging into panels two and three...

Breathing Room

Yesterday I cleaned my studio and rehung my new drawings so they have some space between them. They are very different from each other, so I'm not sure that I will call this trio of drawings a triptych after all! They will be shown together, so I guess I'd call them part of a series... I guess this is a matter of semantics...

I've titled the series Primers, and I'm still working on them. The Artist Studio building where I have my space will be participating in First Friday Artwalk Open Studios tomorrow night, so they will be on view. If you are in the area, c'mon downtown!

P.S. I am realllly frustrated with the spacing issue I'm having with my posts here on Blogger. I need to consult an expert!!

A Long Strange Triptych

A Vivid Dream.

White Chalk Lessons on Black.

Music.

A Garden. Lovers.

A Picket Fence.

An Ocean.

Houses with Rooms.

Ghosts.

A Bulkhead. A Bed. A Piano.

Keys.

A Grave.

Babies.

Babies.

Babies.

Tangled Trees.

A Clawfoot Tub.

A Mother. A Father.

A Grandmother.

A Growing Girl.

Cats. Kittens. Curtains.

A Foghorn.

Fur.

Sex.

A Veil.

Seagulls. Jellyfish. Crabs.

Winter Squash. Zinnias.

Breasts.

Milk.

Fire.

And Beach Roses.

Back to the studio today to work it further....

Martha Mariah

More changes, and my studio's a mess to show for it. (But that's what a studio is for, isn't it? And I get to close the door on it and go home). Spent the last two days there, juggling imagery. Finally getting over to the third panel (top pic).

My grandmother was always singing some funny old rhyme...

Martha Mariah spit in the fire,

The fire was too hot, so she spit on the pot,

The pot was too round, so she spit on the ground,

The ground was too flat, so sho spit on the cat,

And the cat ran away with the spit on its back!