
Image © 2010 Melinda S. Esparza
The Notch, 9" x 12," oil on artists' board (not finished)
I have so many stories I'd like to tell. Maybe I can get to some of them. Mr Artyfice is working on something that I hope he'll be able to post soon. He'll tell you an interesting one, too.
But first, let me backtrack for a moment. If you will, go to
The Madness of Art and watch Jim's conversation with Dru about the use of the red dot--hilarious! Then, come on back..........................
Okay. Two days before our open studio tour, one of my paintings sold online. Smart move by the buyer, because it has happened in the past that people have jockeyed to get here first to buy a particular piece. Of course, I had just seen The Madness of Art's piece on this and later that evening, Edgar and I had the "red dot conversation." We had to mark the title card paid, but...we laughed ironically that we were now making some kind of art statement-----and we didn't know which one! Yeah, yeah, I know. The main one was: Sold. However, you know as an artist that money is secondary to the work and you just hope people enjoy it.
Hey, this painting doesn't look like Tucson!
You are correct, dear artist. We had the privilege of traveling back East a few weeks ago and found the most exotic lands.
We saw no evil there.

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Anyone know where this is?
Confession: I've always admired the work of my fellow artist bloggers and famous artists such as
Wolf Kahn and
Russell Chatham, and often thought they were puffing/enhancing the landscape to express their emotional connections. What I did not quite understand, until October, was that they were telling the truth about a magical land, the Northeast! I thought it would be hard for me to find subject matter with strong graphical elements. Sheesh, was I wrong. My apologies for such naiveté and apologies to the famous women landscape artists of the Northeast, whom I could not find today as I researched.
My eyes were full of color:

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I sat on marble steps:

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One more hint:

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And, I was panned at 37,000 feet.

Image © 2010 Melinda S. Esparza
To while away the hours flying, I used my neocolours to paint the sky and clouds as we flew over the Midwest. I'm working diligently with my cup of water, Q-tips and small container of water soluble crayons on hand, when the flight attendant (one of the most solicitous I've ever had the pleasure of knowing) kept coming by and glancing at my work. When I was done, she stopped and took a longer look. I posited, sky? She replied, "No. I see an ocean with the waves hitting the shoreline. Sorry!"
Aha. I see. Well, I replied, that's good that you interpret it personally. Edgar whispered that he thought she should not quit her day job.
More soon! Should I offer a prize to the first one who guesses where we were? Now,
Barbara....you already know, so I hope you'll sit this one out.