Art Update – September 6 – 18, 2019

“Ron Frontin Studio Painters Group Show”

Opening Reception: Friday  5:30 to 7:30

Exhibition and sale runs from September 6, until September 18 , 2019

Ron Frontin, Artist and Instructor

Sorry I did not get to post this earlier. Between doctor visits and family obligations and meetings, time slipped away.

I am part of this show with two pieces hanging alongside an impressive collection of artists’ works. Come visit. Ron’s work is also included in the show.

Where: River Arts Gallery, Route 1, Damariscotta, Maine. 

When: Public view and purchase: August 6 – September 18, 2019

Hours:  Tuesday – Saturday 10 – 4 pm
Sunday 11:00 – 3:00 pm

Contact: 207-563-1507
email: info@riveratsme.org

PS: I am also in the Damariscotta Wild Things show still up for public view and purchase.

Get to see two art exhibitions at one viewing. The main gallery and the private gallery at the back of the building. Enter the front door for both.

Best,

Jo

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Art Update: Aug. 16 – Sept. 14, 2019

“Wild Things”

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Nature Speaks – Endurance, by: Jo M. Orise – oil on canvas, gallery wrap 18×24″

Art Opening and Reception

Where: River Arts Gallery, Route 1, Damariscotta, ME
When:  Opening reception: August 16 –  5 to 7 pm
Public view and purchase: August 16 – September 14, 2019
Hours:  Tuesday – Saturday 10 – 4 pm
Sunday 11:00-3:00 pm

Contact: 207-563-1507
email: info@riveratsme.org

Having submitted an artwork to be juried for the “Wild Things” show, I learned 208 paintings were submitted, and 80 were selected by the jurying process.

I was one of the lucky 80! That sounds like the title of a book or at least a movie.

I am so pleased. So many paintings. And a theme show to boot!

I usually avoided “Theme” shows—until this year. I was accepted at the last show and now this show. Two theme shows in a row! How great is that?

Why do I avoid “Themes”? Well…my brain doesn’t work that way. Suggest a theme, my mind is blank.

I literally interpret the message…then it gets complicated in my little head. It feels like I don’t fit in my head. Nor do I fit in the group who is part the whole event.

They get it. I don’t.

My examples draw a lot of blank stares and gaping mouths.

Hmmm.

I go home and have coffee. I stare at my easel. Whiteness. That is what I see. Well, lately it is grayness—I tint my canvas prior to painting. Gray can make paint “zing” or can depress you. Like sitting in a little corner asking “why don’t I think that way?”

But this time, upon examining available paintings hanging in my studio, I forced myself to think beyond the painted subject. It worked—twice in two months!

However, I fear my time as a theme painter is limited.

But then…

Join us.

Have a glass of wine, a few goodies and let’s chat about art—everyone’s art. Most participating artists attend the opening.

We artists will be happy to speak with anyone interested in art.

Give a holler, leave a comment and a like.

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JMO

Art Update – Maine Lobster Festival Juried Art Show

Two of my paintings will be displayed at the Maine Lobster Fair Juried Art Show!

I am so happy to have begun my association with the Festival. It is next door in Rockland. Easy access for me and I get to meet more of my artist community members. All the artists I’ve met since moving to Owls Head have been so friendly and happy to share their knowledge and experiences.

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Sunset at Curtis Light, by: Jo M. Orise

Here are the two paintings that will be part of the show.

Be sure, if you go to the Lobster Festival, to stop in at the Camden National Bank, on the corner of Main Street and Route 1.

 

 

 

 

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Morning at the Docks, by: Jo M. Orise

The art will be on display starting Tuesday, July 29 – Saturday August 3.

 

NOTE: Photos look very brilliant. I am not a great photographer. But the original paintings look great. Come take a look see. Let me know what you think.

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JMO

 

Drawing Classes. July 13 – October-26, 2019

Adult and Teen Drawing Class 

Beginner and Intermediate

with Jo M. Orise
professional artist and former art teacher.

 

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Graphite pencil drawing
by: Jo M. Orise

Where:
Orise Studio Gallery, Owls Head. Limited space.

When: Consecutive Saturdays until October.
Choose your sequence of Saturdays.

No holiday weekends.

Time:  10-12p.m.

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Fee: $25 per session, paid in advance.
Cash preferred.
*Credit cards accepted with .01% processing
fee per charge. ($25+ .25=$25.25).
Discount available.

 

What to bring:

    1. One (1) 14×17″ or larger Newsprint Drawing Pad.
      One (1) sketch drawing board larger than your paper.
    • You can purchase one locally or online.
    • You can make your own with Masonite, with or without clips.
    • If you don’t find a board, or don’t want to purchase one, I will loan one for the session. Let me know ahead of time so I don’t run out.
    1. One (1) 8.5×11″ or 9×12″ spiral bound sketch book, either 70 or 80 lb weight, smooth paper ACID FREE paper. (If you create a successful drawing, Acid Free paper will provide a longer lasting artwork to frame. Do not use typing or photocopy paper.
  1. One (1) each: hb, 2b, 4b, and 6b Faber Castell pencils or similar artist  brand.

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The higher the h value, the harder the graphite,
resulting in a lighter, less intense mark.

The higher the b value, the softer the graphite,
resulting in darker, more intense mark.

  1. One (1) kneaded rubber eraser.
  1. A pencil sharpener.prismacolor-kneaded eraser
  1. A pencil pouch or box to protect and control tools. Pencils are known to roll into cracks; fall out a window; slip off a twelfth story porch; blow off the side of a boat… Need I go on?

Come to learn, or come to improve your skills.

 

Reserve your space!

Contact Jo M. Orise for directions.
cell: 719-440-4449
info@jomorise.com

“Smile in your mirror every day.” JMOrise

My Muse Drinks Coffee

Promoting yourself with words is a creative process as is art. Your goal: people will find, read and remember you.

 
Important too: the writer remembers what was written!
 

A couple visited my studio early this morning. After reviewing some of my work and chatting with the woman, also an artist, about her art work and what she hoped to learn and master, she and her partner then smiled, both acknowledging a quote,

“My muse drinks coffee.” They nodded as if that is truly what was part of my creative process.

“Where did you read that?”

“On your blog.”

“Really. Are you sure?”

They looked a little confused. “Yes.”

“Oh. Perhaps.
I write so many things, I may have forgotten.”

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After the couple left, I went to my art blog and queried: “My muse drinks coffee.”

Nothing.

Hmm.

Shorten the query.

Nothing.

Examine the site more closely.

Ahh! Here it is. Part of a description of Jo M. Orise, the artist, on my blogger’s home page: Painterly Comments.

What about Jo?

My photo

Maine, Florida, United States
Welcome back. Click on the blog link below to see what’s up on Painterly Comments blog. I paint. I write. Love it. Ain’t it great to do what you love? My muse drinks coffee—I will never stop creating.

How would I forget that? That is who I am. And I do drink coffee which obviously now affects my muse more than it affects me.

I sit down to one more cup. Black. As usual. Hopefully, enough to stir up those sleepy, little grey cells.

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Jo

Jo M. Orise – Been painting but…

But My Butt Hurts!

“Just One of Those Days”
graphic by: Jo M. Orise (formerly: J.S. Cabana)

Had trouble sitting for the last eight months.

I know why— sat too long at my desk working on a super, important project. 😂

The first evening, I felt uncomfortable. I ignored the problem and continued the project for several hours—had to catch up before our long drive home.

The next day, I did the same thing.

Retiring for the night, I reviewed my decision of the previous two days—sitting on what I now consider a most uncomfortable chair was a bad choice. Been using that chair for the last five years and never had a problem. To make things worse, I would be sitting in a vehicle for the next three days during our drive home. Super bad decision.

I was right.

By the time we got home, my leg was inflamed from butt to ankle. Had to be sciatica. Happened years ago, but not so bad.

Fast forward eight months. After having favored the butt and leg with homeopathic lotions and turmeric and the occasional Ibuprofen, I managed to reduce the inflammation to a small spot on my butt—right where the body sits on a chair. Small but very uncomfortable.

Our recent plan, another three days drive back here. The place were the terrible deed was committed.

We drove off, with much trepidation on my ‘end.’ 😩

What RELIEF! The trip was not bad. I applied the lotion twice a day and whenever needed. Plus the turmeric and occasional Ibuprofen helped. Now a dull pain was annoying me. Not so bad.

Off we went—two fifteen mile bike rides.

I decided to slow down.

Hubby was sympathetic.

I was besides myself. (Besides my butt?)

Hubby had a medical appointment… returning home he suggested I make an appointment to see our doctor. Reluctant at first, I finally called.

“See you tomorrow!”

Wow! Tomorrow! Hubby had filled her in and persuaded her to see me ASAP.

Doc poked and prodded. I was not hurting too badly. She scheduled an x-ray. Arthritis in the tailbone. Nothing else.

After she examined me, my pain nearly vanished. A few days later it was basically gone. Now how is that for a super doctor. She did that once before. I had another pain in my right hip area. She examined me. I went home and decided to take something new. I mixed a little Collagen mixture in water before bed. Next day the pain was gone. Never came back.

So, did I heal slowly on my own or did I have the opportunity to have my doctor ‘heal’ me with her touch? I’ve told her she had healing hands. At least I would like to think so.

Now my butt sits comfortably on a more padded seat. I don’t sit as long as I used to.

Take heed. Get off you behind every now and then. Take a walk, bicycle or swim. Baby fat may help keep you padded and comfortable however, as you get older, that cute baby fat look will dwindle and aches and pains take over. Learn to deal with them and especially learn how to avoid them.
Or, perhaps you will find a miracle healer like I did. 😉

Do you have a story about a healing touch? 
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Jo M. Orise – August, 2016 Art Update

“Friendship – The Nudge”
by: Jo M. Orise

Saturday, August 13 (9-4 PM)- Sunday, August 14 (9-1 PM), 2016

Come to the Aldermere Farm, annual art show located in Rockport, ME.

I have submitted ten original framed paintings,  and fifteen matted prints. This year Aldermere has changed from a one day show to a two day show. That is fantastic! Lots of folks new to the area usually find out too late that there was a show that day they visited Camden and Rockport area. Waiting for a year to fit the popular, annual show into their schedule is always ‘iffy.’
Two days makes it easier for all. After all, there will be featured more than 200 paintings. Amazing! Under one roof too.

Beltie Stroll
by: Jo M. Orise

Now, hanging that many paintings is an extreme challenge. I insisted on helping out last year. I was glad I did. I gained an appreciation as to how much hard work Aldermere goes through to plan and set up such a show. Due to a prior commitment, I contributed a half day’s assistance in hanging artwork. They appreciated it and I was happy to volunteer.
Aldermere Farm in Rockport, features beautiful Belties and is a non-profit trust focused on farming and agriculture. We artists donate a portion of our profits to the organization.
Aldermere Farm has a store that is open to the public where they sell crafts and healthy, quality beef.

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If you are in the area, please do drop in and help support the local artists and Aldermere’s non-profit farm.

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The show is to be held this coming weekend, August 13, 9-4 PM and August 14, 9-1 PM at the historic farmhouse located on the Aldermere Farm, 20 Russell Ave in Rockport, Maine.

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Jo M. Orise – May 27 to June 16, 2016 Art Update

“Marshall Point Light 4”
by: Jo M. Orise

You are invited to my first show for the 2016 season in Maine.

The show is at River Arts Gallery, Route 1, in Damariscotta, Maine, May 27 to June 16, 2016

This is a group show for a large number of local artists.

“Marshall Point Light 4” is on display at the show.

It is a framed, oil on canvas – 16″ x 12″.

Opening social event:
Friday, May 27, 2016 from 5 – 7 PM.

Gallery hours:
Tuesday – Saturday 10 – 4 PM
Sunday 10 – 2 PM.

I also have a few matted original paintings in the art bin.

See you there!

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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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A Creative Process

Daily activities may find me tackling projects most people I know would never attempt.
Example, body work on a car. Yes.

Years ago, we had a very rusty car. It was a 1974 Plymouth, Valiant. After eight years of ownership, small rusty segments fell to the ground below the fender almost daily. Why get another car, this one was paid for, no more car loan.

During my teens, my neighbor, Richard, and other high school boys had done body work. One of the boys, Fiddy, designed a unique look to his headlights that he proudly paraded as he cruised around town. He had created a hood at the top of each headlight, which was pulled out and downward in a V shape, just about an inch or two in front of the light. It was pretty cool and very creative.

If Fiddy or Richard could do body work as teens, I could do the same in my thirties. Besides, I studied art at USM. One class project was a bondo covered sculpture. Bondo is pretty tough to work with. If I could handle it for a small sculpture, why not a bigger sculpture? Our Plymouth.

All I had to do was scrape, cut away, remove and neutralize the rust with acid. Then pop-rivet sheet metal, add metal screen which could be shaped as needed, apply bondo and sand it into shape. With mask to protect my lungs and rubber gloves to protect my hands I was grinding away when a neighbor walked by. I looked a fright as I sat on the pavement with my gear, I’m sure. “What are you doing now? Is there anything you don’t do?” she asked. Not really. If something needs to be done, I just—do it. I had impressed this neighbor when I had built decorative walls to hide the space below the porch and the deck. It looked great and added to the charm of the house. Another big sculpture.

I think in terms of art. Projects are sculptures, writing is painting with words, and art is painting with a pigmented medium.
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While I work on all these distractions, I ponder my next art work. What will I paint next. I mix colors and add colored glazes to get certain effects. Always works well in my mind. Working at the easel is different. Depends on lighting, colors available and—patience. Something else may happen and is better than I imagined. There are times where I just want to throw the painting away. But I keep it for a while. Every time I come across it, I shudder. There have been paintings that I kept for years, which I finally ripped to pieces or burned. No regrets. Here is one of my latest pieces. Sold. smile…

Writing is the same. I spent twelve years writing a story that was bouncing around in my brain for two years prior. So I wrote whenever I had time. The project haunted me. I had to complete it. I finally did—twelve years later in my retirement. I’ve been re-writing this story for the last three years. A slow process. I read novels of the same genre as I study the writing process. Therefore, I have re-written, ripped out segments, added new ideas and have re-shaped the story a bit. I like it better—another ‘sculpture’ I intend to finish.

Meanwhile, I’ve written a few fun stories just to get experience writing about another topic. Research is fun as I write. I have to either remember what life was like in the ‘50s or whatever period I choose. I’ve lived it, so I write about it.

On to my next painting or chapter… .

Smile in your mirror every day. Create something that makes you happy.