The backstory
My artwork posted in my Literrata blog (https://mohurley.blogspot.com/) got lost so I created a new blog.
Thinking my painting for the SGV Spring Art Show was due on Tax Day, and wanting to test my newish Gamblin oil paints, I banged out four quick canvases while sitting in my car. Plein car. They were wet when I took the photos. Mt. St Helena from Sonoma Mountain is glistening, it's so wet. I haven't touched oil paints in 50 years, an allergy to turpentine made it impossible to breathe. Now there's Gamsol, a mineral oil, which opens up possibilities. Larry Rippe said no, you have two weeks. Reprieve. Sneaky Larry. I'm always late turning in my assignments.would I have done these four paintings? Had I known I had more time? Probably not. Carpe diem.
I was teaching a Paintnight class after the Van Gogh immersive exhibit. I discovered that the Dollar Store Prang tempera paints were so watery and transparent they might as well have been finger-paint. This was a demo model I tried to salvage. But the paint was so thin, it buckled the cardboard. Since the cardboard was long and skinny, I just kept adding extra humps to Elephant Mountain. The piece knocked around in the back of my car for a few months before I rescued it.
For National Poetry Month, I calligraphed Wallace Stevens' Anecdote of the Jar, and placed it in an old pickle jar on a bench in front of my old grade school. I rewilded his poem and then took a photo of the slovenly wilderness that surrounded it. No idea who claimed it.