Jo M. Orise April, 2016 Art Update

“Morning Watch” by: Jo M. Orise

 NEW artwork is now available for viewing at my virtual gallery, http://www.jomorise.com



27 paintings in 11 months!


Rumor is, “Spring has arrived.” Therefore I am getting my artwork ready for upcoming art shows. My plan includes group shows and solo shows.

Go to  http://www.jomorise.com See what I’ve created and please leave a comment. 

  • A ‘Like’ AND Written Words are always appreciated. It is delightful to have people “like” my work or “not like” my work. I welcome honest critiques

    •  Critique: a careful judgment or opinion about the good and bad. Questions may be  asked, such as:  ‘have you tried…..’ or ‘have you thought of…..” or “why did you do/say that?” Critiquing is something I introduced to my art students as well as to my animation students. It is practiced to assist one in a journey of creativity without being rude. Critiquing art and manuscripts has been around since the 1800s.

A painter at work in front of the Pigeon Point...
A painter at work en plein air – dog in a ‘flow state’. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After working so many hours, a simple “like” is nice, but words have more lasting power. 

Oh, but I do “like” lots of things—popcorn, pizza, comfortable shoes, being in a “flow state.”  (See previous post re: ‘flow state’)

I am now officially a member of the Chamber of Commerce. Click on link below.

Yes, I plan to open my home studio to the public by appointment. It will be fun to find out what will happen.

English: Schooner Isaac H. Evans under full sa...
English: Schooner Isaac H. Evans under full sail on Penobscot Bay. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Stay tuned. I’ll post my upcoming shows in time for you to plan to come and enjoy the display of work by me and others wherever we may be.

Check out my blogs and my website. Please leave a “comment” AND a “like”. I’ll will reply. 

If you want to be on my list of people to be notified of upcoming events, follow me on FaceBook or on Wordpress-Blog or BlogSpotBlog (this blog) or on Twitter

Thanks for reading and I hope you smiled today.

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“Smile in your mirror every day.” Jo M. Orise

Jo M. Orise Painting – Committed to My Craft

You guessed by now. I painted most of the time I spent in Florida this past winter. I also worked on my MS (manuscript)—but that is a whole other story.   ;-) wink.

Edward Gay at his easel working on a painting....
Edward Gay at his easel working on a painting. Inscription lower right: “Edward Gay, Jan. 1907”. Gay, Edward, 1837-1928 Collection: Macbeth Gallery Records, c. 1890-1964 Accession number: aaa_macbgall_4699 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I paint I get into a  “flow state.” Nothing around me is real. My only concerns are line, shape and color. What color will work with another color, or needs to be next to what color.

Color is complicated. A subject artists continue to explore. One does not possess all the answers. Nor is there only one way, or right way to lay color onto canvas or paper.

Some artists have a technique, others experiment and others have  a ‘gimmick’. Some artists know how they will approach color for their current painting. It depends on the mood, lighting or effect desired.

If I have a visitor in my studio and that person is quiet or asks one or two questions about art or the effect I am working toward, I don’t have a problem with that. But, if that person engages in useless banter or is verbose by nature, I have a problem.

Signs of a ‘Flow State.’
Talk to me and I will bite your face. LOL

At the easel, lots of activity happens inside my brain. It is all about the process, painting and creating. I am focused, I am  in a  “flow state.” (Click link.)

One day, Hubby invited Neighbor to ‘chat’ with me because I was available in my open-to-the-rest-of-the-house studio in FL. So Neighbor and Hubby stood at my elbow talking about ‘stuff’ I had no interest in contributing to, and joked about the amount of snow I included in the winter scene I worked on. The conversation went nowhere, so did my attempt to paint. So, I put my brush down and went to the kitchen for water. They followed.

When Neighbor left, I asked Hubby not to bring anyone to my studio when I was busy.

“You didn’t look busy. Neighbor wanted to see what you were doing. I thought you wouldn’t mind,” Hubby replied.

“If I am staring at a blank canvas, or a painting that is propped on an easel, it does not mean I am ‘not busy.’ My mind is very busy. I am communing with my muse. I make decisions every second I stand or sit facing the canvas.  Whether I hold a brush or not my mind is occupied.

Artists for Humanity. Artist in painting studio
Artists for Humanity. Artist in painting studio (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“If I am using watercolors, a distraction will ruin an effect I am trying to create because the paint dried. The opportunity for that effect on that particular painting is gone.

“I do not ‘color’ a picture, I create an illusion, an idea, an effect. If I want to color I will use crayons and a coloring book and welcome anyone who wants to chat as I color the sky blue, the grass green and the face pink.

“If company arrives, please ask me before inviting them to the studio. I will let you know if it is okay. Be assured this is not a personal attack or rejection. It is just what people need to know about me and how I work.”

Other artists may love constant companionship as they work. But in every classroom I was part of, every workshop I participated in, every person I taught to draw and paint, all were focused and none chatted.

Last year, I joined a group of figure/portrait artists. All went well. Not one artist spoke except for the moderator.

During a couple of our painting sessions, one or two artists left early or moved their easel.

N.C. Wyeth in his studio with a cowboy model
N.C. Wyeth in his studio with a cowboy model (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

At break time, most of the artists were surprised some had gone or others had moved to a different spot for a another perspective—something their muse had advised.

The artists had been in a group “flow state.” We may have seen the activity in the corner or our eye, but it did not register for most of us.

This figure painting group hired live models who posed for fifteen minute time intervals. A particular model said a few jokes one day. No one responded, except for a couple of giggles. The artists looked to each other and to the moderator. Then other jokes and tidbits of personal information were offered by the model.

At break time one artist said he was ready to leave because he could not focus if the model continued to be disruptive. The mediator shared  an experience when she was enrolled in a college, master of art program, “When the class painted, chit chat was not tolerated. The offender was cast out of the room.”

The model apologized. He returned the next week. All was well.

Artists are not anti-social. Just very committed to their craft.

Have you ever been in a  “flow state?” Artists, athletes, people with special skills or training know what it is like.

Let me know and share your experience.

New Work by Jo

I’m working on a few different paintings. 

One is a portrait of a boy with a conch while sailing on a schooner. Been thinking about this one for a few years and decided to just give it a try. His mom sent the photo for me to create this portrait three years ago, but she has not yet placed the order.

She has contacted me three years in a row, but still no order. She has purchased some of my artwork and loves them.

first sketch by Jo M. Orise

Therefore, I wonder why she changed her mind each time for the protrait.

Now this picture is in my head and wants out.

What do I do?

Draw it. Experiment with it. Lots of fun as I challenge myself in the process.

Here you see the first drawing in my sketchbook. It was okay. After noting things that need to be changed, I drew it on water color paper that had been soaked and stapled to a board to shrink tight.

Still, I put off painting.

So, I got another piece of water color paper, soaked it and just started painting the figure and its surroundings—no stapling, no drawing, just painting.

Boy With Conch Aboard.
by: Jo M. Orise

First it was wet-on-wet technique, then wet-on-dry.

What do you think?

I usually draw a few fine lines and erase them later. None of that here. Like I said it is pretty rough…but fun to do and see.

Next, I’ll just pull out the prepped water color paper that has the last drawing waiting for me.  I look forward to this last part. It will be fun and I’ll post the finished piece.

See my other protraits at jomorise.com .

Looking for comments, tips.

BTW, the wavy looking boom is really the warping of the water color paper. That will straighten out in time.

Leave a comment or a post. I love to know what people think.

Jo

Jo M. Orise Art Update – September, 2015

Solo Exhibition by Jo M. Orise

You are invited to a solo art exhibition of new and older works, which include oils, acrylics and water colors. There are a couple of water color limited edition prints.

Owls Head Light by Jo M. Oriseoil on canvas 10 x 14″

Location: The Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, 606 Main Street, Rockland, ME.

The month of September, 2015.

Restaurant hours: 
Breakfast:
Thur, Fri, Sat 7:30 am – 10 am
Lunch:
Tues – Sat 10 am – 3 pm,

Bakery hours: Mon – Fri 10 am – 3 pm, Sat 7:30 am – 3 pm.

If you can’t find what you want, contact me and we can talk about creating the perfect painting for you and your home.

Whether you purchase or just view the artwork, please take a card and send me a note. Let me know what you think about the pieces. I always love to hear from viewers. Critiques are always welcome.
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While you are at the Brown Bag, try their great food creations.

Chef Kelvin performs magic at the cook-stove.

The staff is friendly and fun to talk to. They are like family.

If you get to know the regular customers, you’ll find them friendly with great stories to share. You must go there and experience the ambiance. Our first visit was in 1999 and we got hooked.

So, friends—and soon to be friends—go to the Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, enjoy the food, look at my artwork. If one moves you, an employee will be happy to remove it from the wall for you and assist you with it’s purchase.

Bring an artwork(s) home—you will have something special to enjoy for years to come.

 Visit my website: www.jomorise.com

Jo M. Orise Art Update – August 28 to September 25, 2015

Main Street in 1921, Belfast, ME
Main Street in 1921, Belfast, ME (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This year’s event poster will feature “Friendship – The Nudge,” an original watercolor by Jo M. Orise who is participating in the Art Show & Sale for a fourth year.Hello. My next group showing is the Summer Stable Show in Belfast, Maine hosted by http://www.mainefarmlandtrust.org/ .
Date: August 28 through September 25.
Check the links to see what the organization and the show is all about.
You will see I am listed as an emerging artist. 
Perhaps some of you can make it!

The following pieces will be featured at the show: Belties and Berries by the Sea (water color) and Friendship – the Nudge (watercolor).

Visit my virtual gallery, http://www.jomorise.com

Belties and Berries by the Sea
Friendship – the Nudge

Smile in your mirror every day.

Jo M. Orise

Jo M. Orise Art Update – August, 2015

Curtis Island Light, Acrylic 16×20″  by Jo M. Orise

The Mainely Maine Exhibition, August 7 – September 3, 2015.

Sorry about the notification delay. Hubby and I had lots of company and property maintenance to deal with. But here is the news.

This painting is now hanging at River Arts Gallery, Damariscotta, Maine.

The art show is juried, which makes it difficult to enter, but when you make it, there is a satisfaction that follows—the art has to pass muster—so to speak.

The art opening was August 7, from 5 – 7 PM
Hours: Tuesday – Saturday 10-4 PM
            Sunday 10 – 2

It is a great gallery setting. Lots of artists.  If you come this way, stop in and take a peek… oh, and take this painting home to enjoy forever.

Jo M. Orise Painful Art Update – July, 2015

Morning at the Docks, 16×20″ acrylic on canvas.
At River Arts Gallery until July 30.

“Morning at the Docks” is on Display at River Arts Gallery, Route 1, in Damariscotta, Maine.
It is part of a group show for the month of July.

I also have a few matted original paintings in the art bin located at the back of the gallery.

The opening night of this month’s show was scheduled for Friday, 5-7PM.

It was a great show with lots of people mulling around from room to room.

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However, earlier that day, as I painted, the small 8×10″ canvas slipped off the easel and onto my bare right foot. The corner or this tiny canvas hit my metatarsals with such a vehement punch that I found myself clutching my foot, wincing and moaning in pain.

Fußskelett
Fußskelett (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An 8×10″ teeny, weeny canvas can do that? It doesn’t even weigh half a pound—even with the oil paint.

😈After a few minutes, being a diligent grown up, I picked up the canvas, gave it a good talking to, and ignoring the pain down below, I slapped more paint onto that little canvas.

The pain vanished.

With the injury forgotten, maneuvering the stairs to the second floor,  the basement and up again and later driving forty minutes to the gallery opening scheduled for 5:00 PM was a cinch.

Everything seemed as it should be.

As I meandered around the gallery, ooohing and aaahing at the other artwork and shyly meeting other artists, a little twinge developed atop the upper metatarsal area of my right foot. Hmm. Was it due to walking in my new, sole-stimulating sandals most of the day? Perhaps a pressure point developed from the sandal making my foot uncomfortable. Perhaps my foot was swollen due to the time of day. Well, that happened before and usually went away after a few minutes. So, I loosened the sandal and walked, ooohing and aaahing some more.

Twenty minutes later, the focus was my foot! The pain grew more pronounced. Was there a place to sit? The one chair was occupied by an older person. I stood the aggravation for another fifteen minutes. Propping myself by the piano for balance, I raised the right foot up off the floor.

Another ten minutes and it was unbearable. Catching the hostess eying me in my strange stance, I explained my dilemma. I wanted to stay, but felt I had to leave. Glancing at my foot, she noted a swelling and redness and suggested the tiny blood vessels were probably swelling, that I should ice it at home.

Leaving one hour earlier than planned finally provided me with a seat—in my car. Aaah.

Wouldn’t you know, while driving, the pain worsened with each mile, each acceleration and each brake action. Driving with my left foot came to mind, but that is impossible with a standard shift. So, gritting my teeth, I counted the miles and minutes to be home again.

At last! I pulled into the basement garage. Now, my damned foot decided to stay by the accelerator. It would not budge due to the awful pain. Grabbing and guiding my leg out from the car and onto the floor was excruciatingly painful. Breathing heavily and clenching my teeth, I pulled myself out of the seat and clung onto the car’s door and the firewood stacked next to the car. Between the car and the firewood, I managed to hobble to the end of the car. Walking was nearly impossible. Now I had to get to the stairs at the other end of the cellar. I was stuck and hurting with nothing to lean on.

Hubby was upstairs listening to the news!

“Tom!” No answer.

“Tom! I need you! Tom.”

Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed his. As usual, A.T.T. was useless. We are in the same house and can not call each other! Bad reception here.

“TO-O-O-O-O-O-M!” that did it.

“What’s the matter hon? Why are you home so early?”

Ice cubes in a tray
emptied the tray of  Ice cubes  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hubby helped me to the stairs where I literally crawled up the stairs and to the living room sofa on my knees.

Having ordered a large dose of ice cubes and a wet towel, hubby sat nearby massaging my foot.

Besides icing it, I kept my foot elevated onto the back of he sofa. The pain finally subsided about one in the morning. Hubby was already snoring away upstairs. Hobbling up to our bedroom, I was grateful to be upright again.

The next morning, I was able to walk and decided to take it easy.

My foot just ignores me now. It denies it ever had a problem. But sometimes I think I catch a smirk when it is not paying attention.

I am blessed. It could have been worse. :-)

Jo M. Orise Art Update for June-July, 2015

Great news! One of my Belted Galloway water colors has been selected as the featured artwork for the Aldermere Art Show and Sale Poster to be distributed around the county to advertise the event. I was surprised and honored when I received the request via e-mail. The painting is titled: Friendship — The Nudge

Saturday, August 1, 2015

English: Belted Galloways in Neukoog, Nordfrie...
English: Belted Galloways in Neukoog, Nordfriesland, seen at the Wikimeeting Westküste (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll have several framed paintings hanging as well as many matted originals and prints in a bin for the one day show and sale.
Aldermere Farm in Rockport, which features the beautiful Belties, is a non-profit trust focused on farming and agriculture. We artists share a portion of our profits with the organization.

The show is to be held on Saturday, August 1 from 9 am to 4 pm at the historic farmhouse located on the Aldermere Farm, 20 Russell Ave in Rockport, Maine.

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July 7 – July 30, 2015

River Arts Gallery, Damariscotta, Maine is having a member show. I’ll be part of a group show. River Arts,  PO 1316, 241 US Route 1 (North), Damariscotta, Maine 04543. At this show, I’ll have one framed artwork hanging (perhaps the Morning on the Docks, below) and you will find a few of my original matted artwork in the group art bin. Part of the profits are shared with the non-profit art group.
Opening reception on Friday evening 5-7 – on the first date of the exhibition.

If you are in the area, please do drop in and help support the local artists.

Morning at the Docks by Jo M. Orise, 16×20″ acrylic on canvas.

Please leave a comment and like this update.
 

This Decision Deserves a Bloody Mary

Cocktail Bloody mary
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m sticking to my very first, in the beginning, at conception, number one, ma première idée!

Painterly Comments Blog is the art blog for me.

Period.

No more balancing act with FaceBook Jo M Orise-Studio page and Jo M Orise personal page on FaceBook. That’s two pages. One art forum blog is enough. N’est-ce pas?

Ahhh. I feel better already. A Bloody Mary, please.

All art comments and updates will originate at Painterly Comments Blog and post to FaceBook and Twitter.

Plus, all comments and updates about my writing process will originate at J M Orise Writing Blog and post to FaceBook and Twitter.

I won’t give up on FB. Love to see what people are up to. And I do love comments…when they come.

Like me on FB, and my virtual art gallery website: www.jomorise.com .

Keep in touch.

Now I’ve Gone and Done It!

Glaze varnish added as a finishing touch to a painting.

Hubby and I are back. To the cooler weather. Florida was warm and what a great winter we had.
First week back I was mired in photographing artwork. Then I had to post them to my virtual gallery at www.jomorise.com . Result, some photos are kind of hard to see, so a redo is on the agenda today.

Wouldn’t you know. I have four batteries for my super Nikon Coolpix camera. With four batteries, I used batteries 1 and 2. I numbered them with a magic marker. Magic? Why do we still call it that? Part of someone’s brilliant marketing plan I suppose. Let’s just chill out. An indelible marker—a permanent marker. Yeah. “Permanent” is good.

So I numbered them with a permanent marker. 1, 2, 3, and 4. I used 1 and 2 for a while. One day I  used 4. It faded after very few shots. I charged it, put it aside and went back to 1. My plan. Don’t ignore any batteries. Use them. So I cycled 1-4. When I reached 4, it was dead. Just like that. No groans, whimpers, cries of agony. Just a big zero.

I felt bad. What had I done to poor 4. So I continued to cycle 1, 2, and 3. However,  like everything else, they soon flickered out and died. But why on the same day? The day I need them most. Today! Hey, I need to photograph my artwork now, Whimper, AAAaaargh!

Best of plans don’t always turn out okay.

But I have another terrific camera. My Canon! Bring out the big guns. I have two batteries for that one.

Haven’t used it as much as I wanted since Hubby got me the Nikon. It takes great photos with every shot. So I set up the tripod and a white sheet on the wall mount and shot a few pictures. Actually three shots. Then battery 1 animated a hollow, pulsing battery on the screen. Smart camera. So I charged the battery. Battery 2 did the same thing. So I charge that battery. Hmmm.

I even painted my studio palette. This is a watercolor.

A few hours later, I used the battery 1 and it didn’t last long. NOOOO! This was too, too much.

I spent hours searching for a great deal on rechargeable, lithium-ion batteries and other things I needed to organize and prepare my artwork for my representative galleries in Maine and New Hampshire—and to update my virtual gallery.

Two days later, while waiting for the batteries to arrive, I managed to photograph my artwork. Twice. Thrice. So, I’m not an expert photographer. I manage.

In college I took Photography One. Second semester, I bought my first SLR, a Konica TC. It was great. Took great shots. Love the black and white photos. Gave one of my son to Mom and Dad and in-laws. “There’s no color, it doesn’t match the others ones on our wall.”

“I took the shot and developed it myself and got an A+ for the work, the great pose and subject. And—it’s your grandson.”

They stared back and barely smiled. The photos were slipped into a drawer for eternity.

When my son was to graduate from high school. Seniors were asked for a childhood photo. He chose that black and white. The school presented Senior night for family and friends of the graduating class. Each child’s photo was projected onto a giant screen. All in color. Polaroids were faded, turning green where red used to be. Some were very colorful, some not so. Each child smiling. The crowd giggled and laughed. Then—my son’s black and white came up. It was a large close-up portrait of a child deep in thought as he sat at the table and held a pencil in his right hand that also supported his head. He had a pensive look that focused to the right, not the camera.

The room got silent for a split second then, “Aaaah.” Some clapped! My son and I were overjoyed. The parents and students appreciated the photo.

I felt the black and white was finally taken out of the dark drawer to be appreciated. So, things do not always work out as planned. But some good things do come full circle and it is a great feeling when it happens.

After 37 years, it is still my favorite. It is framed and sits in a prominent space in my home.

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