Good Design In PAINTING

No, I have not abandoned my blog or painting. It just seems that my days slip away from me, without me doing any productive works. But then, at almost 90, I am entitled to "goof -off". Right? There is nothing urgent that requires me to "get with it." Isn't there?

I still read, paint, and I study about art and life - that is to say that I LIVE.

But, the days do seem to slip away faster than I realize.

So back to the idea of Design, John Carlson, the great artist and teacher said, "If you approach nature without some idea (that is, when you are painting nature), she is merciless in the way in which she piles lumber in your way."

Because you are not really painting the world out there. You are painting a design that you impose on the world. Without that design concept, you can get caught up cataloging what is in front of you.

Where were you, John, when I needed you, when I was in Europe painting landscapes.

Design is the over-riding structure you impose on your painting. Without it, details, incidentals, nuances and distractions can easily bury you.
Wow, that is profound!

So begin your painting with a design idea firmly in your mind, then you have a road map.
Follow the road map.
Every mark is doing something.
Be aware of that "something" when you paint.
Each mark influences the entire dynamic of your painting.
Do thumbnail sketches (that's what every teacher says.)
Use a view-finder.
Stand back 10'-12' often.
Chang your view orientation.
Walk away sometimes.
Crop and frame dramatically.
Find large, strong value masses to drive your painting.

THINK in terms of design!

Your paintings become more engaging and your success rate soars.

DO IT!

EDIE'S POEMS

Where I'm From 


    I am from the books crowding the shelves,
 siting around. 

    I am from the old rotten apple tree
 From the tree-house that has gone with the fallen limb.

    I am from the red brick school,
sitting there.
    It is no longer mine.

    I am from pillow forts and gun fights with my brother.
   
    I am from the stuffed tiger who came with me everywhere.

    I am from homemade soup stirring in the kitchen,
And shrimp Wonton with my grand-mother.

    I am from photographs lining the walls,
Mysterious figures of the past.

    I am from shelves weighted down by trinkets and tokens.

    I am from the green house on the corner,
The old swing-set and the playhouse. 

                                     By Edie Olderman
                         (my 11-year old grand-daughter)