Jo M. Orise September – October 2014 Art Update

Belties and Clouds by Jo M. Orise
Getting ready for a one-man show. 
Location: The Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, 606 Main Street, Rockland, ME.
Date: September 3 to October 31, 2014
Time: Mondays-Saturdays
I will display a variety of framed artworks: watercolor, oils, acrylics. Mostly originals and a few reproductions.
Pieces may be purchased at the cafe. Ask for assistance to remove artwork from the wall and pay the cashier.
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.
While you are at the Brown Bag, try their great food creations.
English: Whoopie Pies
English: Whoopie Pies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We love having breakfast there and bring home a healthy share of their home-made bread, pies and sandwiches. Full breakfast menu makes one drool. Chef Calvin performs magic at the cook-stove. The cake lady and bread crew do a wonderful job at creating delicious, specialty cakes, breads and muffins, sticky rolls, brownies, whoopie pies, and lots more. The staff is friendly and fun to talk to. Some of them feel 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, people, go to the Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, enjoy the food, look at my artwork and if one moves you, don’t be shy to ask an employee to assist you with it’s purchase. Bring an artwork home—you will have something special to enjoy for years to come. Visit my website: www.jomorise.com

Floating Belties and Strong Daisies

Why has one of my latest paintings mysteriously changed position in my art bin? Floating, so it appeared to be, instead of sitting in proper position with the rest of the paintings.

“Hmmm.  Did Charlie (cat) jump into the bin and snuggle under the painting? I hope not!”
I investigate the other paintings. No paw prints, no chewed paper, not cat fur. That is strange. I adjust the painting so it is now standing as the others are in a vertical stack.

English: Belties at Old Bridge of Urr Belties ...
English: Belties at Old Bridge of Urr Belties (belted galloway cattle) in field by B794 above the hamlet Old Bridge of Urr. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hubby walks in from his office. “I have to tell you, Hun, your latest pieces are really interesting. You are really good at revealing relationships in your paintings.”

“Thank you. I didn’t think you liked the last two.”

“Oh, no. They are really good. You’ve captured the feeling. The relationship between the two belties in your water color. You can see the affection shared between the two in your composition, and the posture of both cows. It really like it.”

I look over Hubby’s shoulder as he edits his latest letter to all his friends and relatives. He loves writing. Been at it for years. In my former employ as a teacher, I used to mail his stack of weekly letters as I arrived at work. I’d hand the collection with handwritten addresses to the receptionist  “It’s nice to know someone still writes letters,” she had smiled.

“Here, review my latest letter,” Hubby turns in his seat.

As I sort through the four pages, I am shocked to see my two latest paintings in his current letter.
“You photographed my paintings?”

“Yes. They tell a story. You captured the subjects and expressed more than the image.”

“Thank you. But you never asked.”

Hubby’s smile disappeared. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be a problem.”

“I thought the cat had been in my bin. But it was you.”

“Uh, yes. Is there a problem?”

“Well, no one has seen my latest work and now you are dispersing an image of them to several people who either won’t care or will share it with others. That is not fair. You must ask first. If Jamie Wyeth’s new creation were shared that way, you would be sued. There is such a thing as copyright infringement.”

Silence.

“Why did you photograph the daisy as well?”

English: Daisies
English: Daisies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hubby, smiles. “You captured something I didn’t notice. As we worked at logging, moving the branches out of the way, piling the logs and cutting some into firewood, you found a little daisy struggling to survive through the disruption we imposed in its environment. You plucked it up, placed it in a tiny bottle and gave it another life.

“Then you painted it. You captured its inner being, wanting to survive, reaching for the sun. It demonstrated strength. It spoke to me. It is a simple painting, but it caught my attention—I had to write about it. You have to keep painting because you are good at it.”

Silence.

“I hope it is okay to send the letters as they are.”

Hubby’s words soothe and encourage me. They were simple paintings, not complicated as some seem to be at times. I am my own worse critic…isn’t every artist?

The printouts don’t really do justice to the colors used in the original artwork. But that is the printer’s fault. Too many browns I told Hubby as he first tested our new printer. He likes brown, I suppose.

“Okay. But ask me next time. Also, I recommend you crop the daisy better. You left one border in the painting. It distracts from the subject because it is not part of the composition.”

“Thanks, Hun.” Hubby happily edits his narrative.

“Charlie. You want some milk?”

“Meow,” the cat smiles. I swear it sounds like ‘Meowilk’. Charlie is almost human. Therefore, he wouldn’t nap in my art bin. My artwork speaks to him too: He’s afraid of cows. :-)

Jo M. Orise August 2013 Art Update

I’m preparing for the upcoming one-man-show at The Highland Coffee House, Thomaston, ME. Works (originals and prints) will be on display for the month of August. Hope you can make it. If not, then visit my virtual gallery http://www.jomorise.com to see what I’ve been doing most of my life.
Thanks.
Leave a comment. Love to get feedback. Critiques are a big part of improving one’s craft.

Jo