Daily Studio Notes

Leaf

2010-04-08T21:33:00.000-07:00

roses whithout thorns

2010-03-23T19:24:00.000-07:00

It was a very long silence,
I almost new where I was going,
now I know less,
I can see the spring at my door
and need more space for the fragrance,
I am in the way and still,
words don't come easy,
I think people speak too much
and say nothing,
nothing important to me,
perhaps I read too much and
expect too much from words,
from my words ,
they never come when expected
and never have the expected effects,
but if they moves you,
take care boy and remember.

Eglantier

2009-07-09T07:03:00.000-07:00

I have nothing left,
even words fly away,
with friend like this
I don't need enemies,
how many think of this
kind of confidence
and after all,
perhaps
we don't need it at all;
to live
just leave
and leave it at all.

souvenir

2009-06-20T21:13:00.000-07:00

Almost summer time, last time I was in Giverny it was raining in the morning,
still many people in the afternon, bees and bumblebees, birds, everybody was happy to be there.

Home► Mother Nature

2009-06-20T14:03:00.000-07:00

I saw this times a movie, Home,

is to share and I gladly do it;

don't think about who done it,
from where comes the money to make the movie(it comes from where it is),

what is important in all this if there are any truth in it,

look at it and think about it, this is all about, think about it,
make your own opinion,
this is the most important.

We are living in exceptional times. Scientists tell us that we have 10 years to change the way we live, avert the depletion of natural resources and the catastrophic evolution of the Earth's climate.

The stakes are high for us and our children. Everyone should take part in the effort, and HOME has been conceived to take a message of mobilization out to every human being.

For this purpose, HOME needs to be free. A patron, the PPR Group, made this possible. EuropaCorp, the distributor, also pledged not to make any profit because Home is a non-profit film.

HOME has been made for you : share it! And act for the planet.

Yann Arthus-Bertrand

Home(En)

Home ►The Arctic and the Inuits

Home► The Arctic

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abstract blue

2009-05-02T16:57:00.000-07:00

I think about it and all my dreams and imagination,
all That I can see,
cover layer by layer
This Reality
until It became an abstract
Blue Pattern
bleeding what is real in it.

haw can you love us with that infinite love?!

2009-04-30T00:02:00.000-07:00

I can't breath,
Noises under my windows
and today they are nothing,
I am just floating and
just hoping to pass ... away

Sorry to say but nobody exist
to me anyway,

I realize that you have to be
a stranger from another century
to make me dream,

too far away I can more easily
imagine a kind and sincere friend.

How beautiful lights and
how mysterious shadows,
how soft your voice when you are not in the sorrow,

did I saw you once ?
Yes, indeed

People dream about you but they don't know you,

as one dream about driving at
five years old,
which look just surreal,

I dream about floating in the universe,
comfortably installed in a dream
and a 360° vision,
stars and galaxies are not the same,
I see you better in that invisible way.

Words come from You,
through me,

I didn't hiden the light
but is of a Babylon sight that
they are delight,

I couldn't fight with the shadows night,
I just see You and the time is suspended
until all this noise will cover totaly my mind
and after that,
back to the beginning,

haw can you love us with that infinite love?!!

modern mermaid♪♫

2009-04-04T18:28:00.000-07:00

A second version with few notes from Mozart,
sorry for the end clash and "mermaide" is a lapsus but perhaps well at his place.

Modern mermaid

2009-04-04T17:42:00.000-07:00

This is my first video done in
Painter 11,
all the procedure take me about two hours,
it was for me the occasion to descover the new
fonctionalities of Painter 11,
I am sure that great things can be done
whith it,
in perhaps a little more time .

The Harp

2009-03-05T12:05:00.000-08:00

The Harp

I lay my harp on the curved table,
Sitting there idly, filled only with emotions.
Why should I truble to play ?
A breeze will come and sweep the strings.

by Po Chu-I

Shakespeare & Co (Bookshop)

2009-01-25T07:36:00.000-08:00

Shakespeare and Company first opened its doors in 1951,
so,
is as old as I am
and
is my first favorite bookstore in Paris.

Shakespeare&Co (Bookshop)

Wikipedia : Shakespeare and Company (bookshop), George Whitman

current (video by Brandon Kahn) : "Shakespeare Sleeps Here":
speaking :
Sylvia Whitman (Owner,Shakespeare and Company)

more about it :
Bookstore Guide: Shakespeare&Co,Paris

Flowers petals

2009-01-25T06:04:00.000-08:00

Flowers petals

and poems manuscripts

vanish together.

The Short Night

2009-01-25T05:56:00.000-08:00

Night that ends so soon:

in the ford there still remains

one silver of the moon.

The Flower-Viewing

2009-01-25T05:48:00.000-08:00

Women,children,men:

into cherry bloom they push -

from bloom come out again.

CHORA

Summer voices

2009-01-25T05:36:00.000-08:00

So soon to die,

and no sign of it is showing-

locust cry.

Butterflies & mimosas

2009-01-19T00:49:00.000-08:00

Now all is quiet and serene,
The town is waking up and yet,
The call for butterflies expect,
Blue sky and flowers respect,
Still floating in the morning rain.

sketch - taking flight

2009-01-15T17:19:00.000-08:00

A baby looking to a baby bird in flight,
a quick sketch done this morning.

sketch - little red bird

2009-01-13T02:04:00.000-08:00

English is my third language, for all those who read this blog: forgive me for the poor language and for the mistakes, I am learning and hope to be able soon to write it better.

This days I needed to read more and paint less, I don't want to see myself like an industrious painter, more as an inspired one.

First time that I do a sketch after a dream souvenir.
It was yesterday, after some lectures I had a dream, no doubt it was interesting but I don't remember much of it.
But strange, on the end of it I had a vision which was very present, real, more than real,
very simple, in a part of the dream space ,
suddenly I saw appearing a detail,
a very little red bird with the top of his head black and beautiful colors red orange the long of his wings and body,long dark bec,
he was sitting on a light yellow book like some old French editions
and with his white big eye was staring at me with attention.
What I find even more strange, I remember how in my dream I loved so much this little bird on his yellow book that I decided to look again and again at him, remember all the details and paint it when I wake up just for the remembering.
And I did wake up after that, I just verify if I remember all the details but the sketch, I did it this morning , is not a painting is a visual note.

Is very rare that I receive that kind of messages from nowhere;
that have no importance if is some kind of subliminal message
from my own brain or an apparition as I consider it;
here it is, simple sketch.

Dragonfly

2009-01-06T15:37:00.000-08:00

My last painting with Art Rage;
I think that is not about how but what I get, I use textures with Art Rage, very often and I don't think that a digital art have to look identically to a traditional oil (or whatever) painting,
it have to express some thing, to have some beauty in it,to make you think, etc., some of that or all at once.
I call this one "dragonfly":

Happy New Year 2009

2009-01-06T14:47:00.000-08:00

Ah, so difficult to say something after St Symeon; for me he give the key to how christians can arrive to understand and accept each others .
This misunderstanding between christians hurts me a lot, with the time I realise that the only thing that I can do is to take the distance from that fight which is not acceptable and not understandable when you know what christian is ment to be.
There are so many things to say about that, is not the place as the DSN is more for painting matter and dedicated to evry budy who can find an interest in it.

I would like to share :

a letter from Robert Genn " Laziness", I thank you for that and for all the beautiful letters to fellow artists.
There are a book also : "Love Letters to Art"

Art Rage can be used also for animation films and I like to share an animation movie,

"How wings are attached to the Backs of Angels" by Craig Welsh

Craig Welch takes viewers inside a surreal, meticulously crafted world to meet a mysterious protagonist and his otherworldly visitor.

In this surreal exposition, we meet a man, obsessed with control. His intricate gadgets manipulate yet insulate, as his science dissects and reduces. How exactly are wings attached to the back of angels? In this invented world drained of emotion, where everything goes through the motions, he is brushed by indefinite longings. Whether he can transcend his obsessions and fears is the heart of the matter. A film without words.

Well, it can be a true story, a story about love, a story about woman artists, a story about life;I love Chopin.

You, oh Christ, are the Kingdom of Heaven

2008-12-14T19:14:00.000-08:00

You, oh Christ, are the Kingdom of Heaven

by St. Symeon the New Theologian

You, oh Christ, are the Kingdom of Heaven;
You, the land promised to the gentle;
You the grazing lands of paradise;
You, the hall of the celestial banquet;
You, the ineffable marriage chamber;
You the table set for all,
You the bread of life;
You, the unheard of drink;
You, both the urn for the water
and the life-giving water;
You, moreover, the inextinguishable lamp
for each one of the saints;
You, the garment and the crown
and the one who distributes crowns;
You, the joy and the rest;
You, the delight and glory;
You the gaiety;
You, the mirth;
and Your grace, grace of the Spirit of all sanctity,
will shine like the sun in all the saints;
and You, inaccessible sun,
will shine in their midst
and all will shine brightly,
to the degree of their faith,
their asceticism,
their hope
and their love,
their purification
and their illumination
by Your Spirit.

English version by
George A. Maloney, S.J.

As soon as your mind has experienced

2008-12-13T01:00:00.000-08:00

Poems by St. Symeon the New Theologian

As soon as your mind has experienced

As soon as your mind has experienced
what the scripture says:
"How gracious is the Lord,"
it will be so touched with that delight
that it will no longer want to leave the place of the heart.
It will echo the words of the apostle Peter:
"How good it is to be here."

How are You at once the source of fire,

How are You at once the source of fire,
how also the fountain of dew?
How at once burning and sweetness,
how a remedy for all corruption?

How do You make gods of us men,
how do You make darkness light?
How do You make one reascend from Hell,
how do You make us mortals imperishable?

How do You draw darkness to light,
how do You triumph over night?
How do You illumine the heart?
how do You transform me entirely?

How do You become one with men,
how do You make them sons of God?

English version by
George A. Maloney, S.J.

The fire rises in me,

The fire rises in me,
and lights up my heart.
Like the sun!
Like the golden disk!
Opening, expanding, radiant‹
Yes!
‹a flame!

I say again:
I don't know
what to say!

I'd fall silent
‹If only I could‹
but this marvel
makes my heart leap,
it leaves me open mouthed
like a fool,

urging me
to summon words
from my silence.

English version by
Ivan M. Granger

In the midst of that night, in my darkness,

2008-12-13T00:54:00.000-08:00

In the midst of that night, in my darkness,

by St. Symeon the New Theologian

In the midst of that night, in my darkness,
I saw the awesome sight of Christ
opening the heavens for me.
And he bent down to me and showed himself to me
with the Father and the Holy Spirit
in the thrice holy light --
a single light in three, and a threefold light in one,
for they are altogether light,
and the three are but one light,.
And he illumined my soul
more radiantly than the sun,
and he lit up my mind,
which had until then been in darkness.
Never before had my mind seen such things.
I was blind, you should know it, and I saw nothing.
That was why this strange wonder
was so astonishing to me,
when Christ, as it were, opened the eye of my mind,
when he gave me sight, as it were,
and it was him that I saw.
He is Light within Light, who appears
to those who contemplate him,
and contemplatives see him in light --
see him, that is, in the light of the Spirit...
And now, as if from far off,
I still see that unseeable beauty,
that unapproachable light, that unbearable glory.
My mind is completely astounded.
I tremble with fear.
Is this a small taste from the abyss,
which like a drop of water
serves to make all water known
in all its qualities and aspects?...
I found him, the One whom I had seen from afar,
the one whom Stephen saw
when the heavens opened,
and later whose vision blinded Paul.
Truly, he was as a fire in the center of my heart.
I was outside myself, broken down, lost to myself,
and unable to bear the unendurable brightness of that glory.
And so, I turned
and fled into the night of the senses.

English version by
John Anthony McGuckin

O totally strange and inexpressible marvel!

2008-12-13T00:47:00.000-08:00

O totally strange and inexpressible marvel!

by St. Symeon the New Theologian

O totally strange and inexpressible marvel!
Because of my infinite richness I am a needy person
and imagine to have nothing, when I possess so much,
and I say: "I am thirsty," through superabundance of the waters
and "who will give me," that which I possess in abundance,
and "where will I find," the One whom I see each day.
"How will I lay hold of," the One who is within me,
and beyond the world, since he is completely invisible?

Don't put yourself in despair

2008-12-13T00:31:00.000-08:00

Don't put yourself in despair

by St Symeon the New Theologian

IF you ignore these things, my beloved one, don’t put yourself in despair, saying, ‘I have not seen these things, nor can I ever know them; I will never have the power to reach and rise up to the height of this knowledge, contemplation and cleanness’. Don’t you say, again, ‘Because, if someone won’t become like this, to ware in himself the Christ as God in this life already, and see the Christ himself and whole, and take Him to dwell in himself, one won’t enter in His Kingdom, of what use is it to me to fight, even a little, or even to lose the current pleasures?’ Don’t say this; don't even think about it, but if you wish, listen to my advice and I will announce you the way of salvation, with the help of the Grace of the all-holy Spirit.

Rose de Noël_hellebore

2008-12-13T00:14:00.000-08:00

Sometime words can grow stranges flowers.

Becoming invisible and suddenly appearing

by Symeon the New Theologian

I DIDN'T know yet, my Lord, that you exist, you who made me from clay and gave me all these goods. I didn’t know yet, that you yourself was my un-proud God and Lord. Because I had not received yet the grace to hear your voice in order to know you; you had not yet come and said mystically to me that ‘I am’. I was unworthy and unclean, still having the ears of my soul obstructed by the clay of sin, and my eyes under the command of disbelief and of the sense and fog of the passions. And I was seeing thus you my God, but without knowing, not having first believed that God, as much as possible being seen, he is being seen by some, I could not discern that God or God’s glory is this, which, sometimes thus, sometimes otherwise, is revealed, but the miracle being unusual astonished me and filled the whole of my soul and of my heart with joy, so that I was seeing even my very body partake of that ineffable grace. But I didn’t know yet clearly who you are, whom I was seeing.
I started to see more often the light, sometimes inside, when my soul enjoyed serenity and peace, sometimes outside somewhere far away appeared to me or it was wholly hiding itself and hidden it was bringing sadness unbearable to me, because I was thinking it will no more in any way be revealed. And while I was mourning and weeping and showing all kinds of strangeness, obedience and humility, it was revealing itself upon me just like the sun, that cuts the fatness of the cloud and little by little appears friendly in the shape of a sphere.
This way then you, the ineffable, the invisible, the untouchable, the immovable, the everywhere forever and in everything present and filling everything, at all times, to say so, in day and night being seen and hidden, going away and coming, becoming invisible and suddenly appearing, little by little you drove away the darkness inside me, you drove away the cloud, you made thinner my fatness, the dirt of my spiritual eyes you cleaned perfectly, removed the obstacles from the ears of my mind and you opened them, you surrounded and removed the covering of insensitivity, and besides these, all passion and all carnal pleasure you drove to perfect sleep and perfectly you exiled it away from me. ...
These are God’s wonders towards us, brothers! And while we are elevated to a greater perfection, no more like before without shape or form the shapeless and formless comes, or the presence and arrival of His light in silence works in us - but how? In some form, yet God’s form. God is revealed not in a shape or outline, but in incomprehensible, wonderful and formless light formed is revealed simple - nothing more can we say or express - , He starts to be revealed clearly and to be known in a great familiarity and to be seen much clearly, the invisible, invisibly speaks and hears and, as if a friend to a friend, face to face, who is by his nature the God speaks with them who have been born from Him by grace Gods, and as a father loves and by his sons He is loved in a great warmth and He becomes for them a strange vision and a more terrific sound, without being able either to be spoken by them worthily, or to be neglected, covered in silence. Because by the yearning for Him they always are lit up and mystically by Him resound.
Christ does not bless those who just teach, but those who have already worked His commands and received the Grace to see above and look in themselves the Light and the Thunders of the Spirit, thus having understood in a real vision, knowledge and energy of the Light, all that are going also to say and teach to the others. This is how, as we said, must rise those who try to teach others, so that they won’t talk about things they don’t know, deceiving and dooming themselves and those who believe their words.
Who is blind to the One, is completely blind to all. Who sees the One, has vision of all - and at any rate is removed from their vision, and in the vision of all becomes, and outside of all he is. Inside the One he sees everything, and while being in everything nothing of any thing does he see.

Whoever sees in the One through the One, sees clearly himself and all men and all things, and hidden inside the One, he doesn't see anything of any thing.

Who has not worn the Image of our Lord Jesus Christ, the heavenly man and God, inside his mind and spiritual man, sensing well and knowing Him, is just blood so far and flesh, the sense of spiritual glory unable by words to receive, just as who are born blind, unable are to know the light of the sun by words alone.

Practical and Theological Chapters 4 & 51-53

On his move

2008-12-06T08:06:00.000-08:00

Just a moment
I am a bird
I have to fly high in the sky
This is my rock.

Sleeping birds

2008-12-05T18:59:00.000-08:00

On a branch, all the family is sleeping.

Meaning of life.

2008-12-05T18:16:00.000-08:00

The Secret Rose

Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the Pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy woke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred morns had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods;
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?

Wiliam Butler Yeats

Trees

2008-12-05T17:55:00.000-08:00

Trees,winter trees, more as a background for a child tale.

Marine

2008-11-23T22:06:00.000-08:00

An imaginary seascape done in ArtRage this morning.

Lemon

2008-11-21T09:33:00.000-08:00

I find a lemon in my freezer who wait from longtime for attention,
he was so perfect when dry that I take a photo and did a painting after it this afternoon.
I used Painter and finished it in ArtRage.

Island

2008-11-20T12:00:00.000-08:00

An imaginary island, the short exercise of about one hour,
using textures, the oil brush and pastels.

Pressi di Canelli

2008-11-20T11:33:00.000-08:00

Near Santo Stefano Belbo, winter time.

Sad Wine(II) by Cesare Pavese

The hard thing’s to sit without being noticed.

Everything else will come easy. Three sips

and the impulse returns to sit thinking alone.

Against the buzzing backdrop of noise

everything fades, and it’s suddenly a miracle

to be born and to stare at the glass. And work

(a man who’s alone can’t not think of work)

becomes again the old fate that suffering’s good

for focusing thought. And soon the eyes fix

on nothing particular, grieved, as if blind.

If this man gets up and goes home to sleep,

he’ll look like a blind man that’s lost. Anyone

could jump out of nowhere to brutally beat him.

A woman—beautiful, young—might appear,

and lie under a man in the street, and moan,

the way a woman once moaned under him.

But this man doesn’t see. He heads home to sleep

and life becomes nothing but the buzzing of silence.

Undressing this man you’d find a body that’s wasted

and, here and there, patches of fur. Who’d think,

to look at this man, that life once burned

in his lukewarm veins? No one would guess

that there was a woman, once, who gently touched

that body, who kissed that body, which shakes,

and wet it with tears, now that the man,

having come home to sleep, can’t sleep, only moan.

Piano del Salto_vineyard

2008-11-18T21:58:00.000-08:00

Cesare Pavese nasce il 9 settembre 1908 a Santo Stefano Belbo, un paesino delle Langhe in provincia di Cuneo

Piano del Salto is no far from Santo Stefano Belbo.

Sad Wine (I) by Cesare Pavese

Abstract_floral

2008-11-17T07:50:00.001-08:00

The afternoon.

Screen reflection

2008-11-17T07:45:00.000-08:00

Sketch that I did this morning, one color.

Abstract,cards

2008-11-16T16:13:00.000-08:00

Few variations on the same festive subject.

Self-portrait

2008-11-14T22:18:00.000-08:00

First experiment with FaceGen ( www.FaceGen.com ),
an very old photo bw, it don't look so much like me but is just
a portrait, I finished it with artrage.

Splashes

2008-11-14T22:12:00.000-08:00

Tryings with impasto oil (the tubes),
brush size: 500 and under,
transforming layers one after the other.

seasons greetings_ the time pass by

2008-11-13T02:07:00.000-08:00

If you like it you can have this card, change it as you like, ad a hand text and send it.
I did it simple to let you finish it with the texte and your specific mark.

Tycho

2008-11-13T01:48:00.000-08:00

Our favourite tiger cat for artragers is Tycho.
When you finish your work and go to sleep:
let ArtRage open, press ctrl K ,
leave it runing overnight and surprise in the morning...

This are my two first tryings,
the image is not complete, as I don't sleep much,
we can say that there are a new brush
in here : cat brush or tycho brush, as you like.

Venetian Red

2008-11-11T03:59:00.000-08:00

An imaginary portrait who came from nothing, a quick sketch that I did this morning in oil_one color_artrage.

Sleeping rocks

2008-11-10T18:59:00.000-08:00

Trying to work on oil brush textures I get a somehow rough expression of the sky and the backround but no additional dimmension after that.

Seascapes

2008-11-04T21:00:00.000-08:00

Like a continuation to the waves, two paintings, one more like a sketck and the other done in few hours yesterday.

Garden

2008-11-03T22:10:00.000-08:00

It is an imaginary Garden,I did experiment the use of the impasto done by the glitter and the strokes of the oil brush.
I also chose to resise the canvas as layer and give a zooming look to it.

Waves in the wind

2008-10-28T16:03:00.000-07:00

I saw yesterday few video on the waves subject, they where very impresive;this give me the inspiration today to work some waves mouvement and color.
Here are three sketckes on the subject and a video who shows the use of Artrage in doing "waves in the wind", I recorded the second part of the paint process but all the paint was done in Artrage.

Two sketches

2008-10-27T15:51:00.000-07:00

An imaginary seascape expresionistic and a pastel like,
both done today with Artrage.

Two seascapes for this week.

2008-10-25T11:31:00.000-07:00

"Waves ", an imaginary seascape and "Masua" done with a reference photo , both in Artrage.

Stamp portrait

2008-10-25T11:26:00.000-07:00

An imaginary portrait , the use in Artrage of the airbrush.

oil color palette & picker

2008-10-25T11:00:00.000-07:00

A very large palette of real oil colors that I made this days ;
you can see the colors with the name of the colors,
the png image of the palette and the two pickers (the image who fit for ArtRage on the pickers place).

Some of the colors we see them better if ad a little white to the color:
this is why there are a second picker.

OneReal oil color , palette&picker

2008-10-24T22:45:00.000-07:00

Real color and what we get on computer, is an importent question ;
can we have all the range of one real color?
To visualise the idea I show the image of a deep yellow :
the color from the chart color which shows all the shades of an unique color,
the palette & the picker( in Art Rage) :

As you can see, if you make the choice of the deepest shade yellow of the color,
on the picker you will have all the range betwin white and black of the same shade
but not the clearest shades of the color which are yellows all ;
then for the moment we need to have both,
the palette(or chart image_of real colors) and the picker.

On a different poin of view,
here are a Free Color Chart
Image:Web Color Charts.svg
Color tools
Color chart (Exhibition at MoMA :Color Chart: Reinventing Color 1950 to Today)
Real Color Wheel

Young Lady

2008-10-22T21:53:00.000-07:00

I just finished this portrait, all done in Artrage ,oil brush, knife... a Parisian very young girl.

David A Leffel

2008-10-20T06:33:00.000-07:00

David A. Leffel was my teacher in Art Students League from New York for almost one year;
I do admire his work and quality like teacher and human being.

		David A. Leffel
		Pear and birdfeeder and vase
		oil on board
		12.8 x 9.8 in. / 32.5 x 24.8 cm.
		1997 -

http://www.youtube.com/madisonart
DAVID A. LEFFEL Art Instruction Video - Painting the Portrait: Portrait of Lewis

Electric field

2008-10-20T06:03:00.000-07:00

I just finished it, all done in Art Rage; for this painting I used the oil tool, glitter, felt pen dry and
paper texture layers.
I have heard from the radio that sister Emanuelle left this world, she was almost 100 and tired,I was painting and...
this inspired me how to finish the painting; I dedicated it to her.

Paint and Mystery

2008-10-19T01:02:00.000-07:00

Paint and Mystery
Paintings become more interesting to viewers when they suggest something mysterious or unknown about
the subject. New York City artist Gregg Kreutz describes ways of achieving that quality in oil paintings

You can read all the article in here : Gregg Kreutz

Narcis

2008-10-19T00:20:00.000-07:00

Another painting : Narcis

Daniela Ionesco - digital art

2008-10-18T19:59:00.000-07:00

I dedicate this blog specialy to my digital art experiments but also to the traditional media in Fine Art and I will try to share with you idéas and knowledge, understanding and questioning.
Is also a place where I will try to present the painting of the day, or of the week, as it comes...

Here is a painting done this month of october whit the program Art Rage that I use from few years, probably from the very begining but that I realy practice very much only this last year.
My Gallery on the Art Rage Forums illustrate a selection of the work of this lately months as I could do it.

One of the latest images : Sedna & Giordano Bruno