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Last week I created the above atmospheric scene and was quite happy with it. So, in the above position I initialed the painting and then realized I had signed it upside down after matting. Not to be discouraged by anything, I covered the initials with my trusty friend, gouache. Then I accidentally dropped a bloop of gouache on the mat.

Next, I decided to simply paint the mat—rather than waste it by removing it, or adding another mat on the top. Also, I added a bit of mystery by gouaching over some of the color with white.

Above is the finale. This may not be a huge hit, but I had a lot of fun messing it up and making a funky rendering. Later in the week I received the following photo from my Granddaughter, Nicole, in Florida, of her daughter—my Great Granddaughter Josephine, using the same technique on a family photo. I decided that great minds think alike. And funky is cool! ūüôā

Margaret L. Been — July 23. 2019

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rollicking-autumn

At one point the above rendering looked exceedingly dark and dreary:¬† blues, greens, and browns—nice colors but in need of some life.¬† As I often do, I thought of the late artist, Thomas Kincade.*¬† In one of his books, he shared that his favorite part of every painting was at the very end, when he added the light.

Now recalling Kincade’s work, I think what he had in mind was a subtle, airbrushed glow of light and not the Van Gogh-ish streaks you see here.¬† But light is light.¬† With all due respect to Kincade who obviously¬†was extremely¬†gifted, I really love Van Gogh—and inexperienced as I am, it shows.¬† So streaks of light transformed this work from a dreary rainy day in late summer to rollicking autumn.¬† And that’s what I’ve named the piece:¬† Rollicking Autumn.

Margaret L. Been — 9/14/16

*I believe that Thomas Kincade was a tremendously sensitive man with a huge soul.¬† His tragic end stands in contrast to the content of his art—which, although not the kind of thing I like to hang on my walls, is quietly soothing and nostalgic.¬† His life¬†was a sobering testimony to the travesty of fame and success √° l√† Hollywood with all its phony glitz and deceptive glamour.

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