tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16688308439209316952009-07-03T21:32:42.119-04:00Daily Crucible: thoughts and images every day..."There is no art without contemplation." --Robert HenriStellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-55802084344645505382009-07-03T20:15:00.010-04:002009-07-03T20:31:08.414-04:00More figure studies<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6g9SB9hrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WLZv5EUY544/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354393981662627506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6g9SB9hrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WLZv5EUY544/s400/Picture+027.jpg" /></a> Figure with Gray<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6gW48y2SI/AAAAAAAAA3c/W7d-plj-LCo/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"></a><div align="center">colored pencil on Ingres<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6frshKLbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PY-EW5pkb_U/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354392580023528882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6frshKLbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PY-EW5pkb_U/s400/Picture+028.jpg" /></a>Man Sleeping<br />charcoal on Ingres<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6fjX77mxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/1c8Q1D8mUCc/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354392437059722002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6fjX77mxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/1c8Q1D8mUCc/s400/Picture+024.jpg" /></a>Man<br />charcoal on Arches<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6fY_no7MI/AAAAAAAAA28/g2qcbWByQS8/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354392258733468866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6fY_no7MI/AAAAAAAAA28/g2qcbWByQS8/s400/Picture+033.jpg" /></a> Woman</div><div>conte on Ingres<br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-5580208434464550538?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-44194084635293086982009-07-03T13:19:00.002-04:002009-07-03T13:32:41.002-04:00spaceWhat a nutty month June was! 3 professional exams, 2 academic exams in my art history class, 2 continuing ed classes for my massage license, plus work. I didn't work in my studio at all in June, and the disconnect feels foreign and awkward, like seeing a lover for the first time after a big fight.<br /><br />July allows more space; my exams and continuing ed courses are finished, and my work schedule has evened out. When I entered my studio yesterday, just taking stock, the sense of absence was palpable. Noticing that fire in the belly to just work, take the ideas from my sketchbook and make things happen. Yeah.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-4419408463529308698?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-77016321734534399262009-06-15T16:17:00.002-04:002009-06-15T16:28:17.254-04:00Guardian UK Art and Design Blog<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SjauciiChTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lRRGJ0EPk90/s1600-h/king+of+spain.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347653412878189874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SjauciiChTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lRRGJ0EPk90/s400/king+of+spain.bmp" /></a><br /><div><div>I have wondered what the model's experience is like since I am always on the looking side of the easel, rather than the one being looked at. I happen to like it that way--being seen is not something I feel entirely comfortable with. (As a child, my favored superpower was usually invisibility, a la Violet from The Incredibles.) But <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/artblog/2007/jun/14/portraitofanartistsmodel">this entry on the Guardian UK Art and Design Blog </a>details the experience of one model as she sat for painter Diarmuid Kelley. The finished portrait--above-- is entitled "The King of Spain."</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-7701632173453439926?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-44627149451738189962009-06-11T09:44:00.006-04:002009-06-11T10:36:29.781-04:00CFAM--Andy Warhol: Personalities<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SjEMGIq85nI/AAAAAAAAA2c/CbDpaMiGu0A/s1600-h/warhol+arnold.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346067532211873394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SjEMGIq85nI/AAAAAAAAA2c/CbDpaMiGu0A/s400/warhol+arnold.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SjEMB_nxopI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zEEOqPgq6o4/s1600-h/warhol+4.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346067461063156370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SjEMB_nxopI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zEEOqPgq6o4/s400/warhol+4.bmp" /></a><br />Until next January, Warhol's Polaroids will be on display at Rollins College's <a href="http://tars.rollins.edu/cfam/exhibitions/index.shtml">Cornell Fine Arts Museum</a>. Just couldn't resist that one of the Governor of Collie Fornia.<br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-4462714945173818996?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-63196186573888242712009-05-29T07:44:00.002-04:002009-05-29T07:45:28.489-04:00Quote of the DayThat for which the public reproaches you, cultivate. It is you. -- Jean Cocteau<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-6319618657388824271?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-50586636881119939822009-05-22T21:25:00.001-04:002009-05-22T21:25:27.338-04:00Quote of the DayPainting: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic. - Ambrose Bierce<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-5058663688111993982?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-68560032203867420692009-05-17T15:34:00.004-04:002009-05-17T17:25:36.900-04:00Skull A Day<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/ShBneB7u_-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/umtt2y4PeQU/s1600-h/skullsbook.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336879324046753762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/ShBneB7u_-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/umtt2y4PeQU/s400/skullsbook.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the book cover for Noah Scalin's <a href="http://skulladay.blogspot.com/">Skull A Day </a>project. His work evolved from a blog into a book, and now asks for submissions to continue the daily project.<br /><div></div><div>He made skulls from food, trash, paper, traditional art media, etc. Definitely worth a look.</div><br /><br /><div>I love this guy, partly because I enjoy El Dia de Los Muertos, and skulls are a major motif of that holiday. Also, I was impressed by his ingenuity with materials.</div><div></div><div>(I like materials.)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-6856003220386742069?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-63626229929750921392009-04-10T14:22:00.002-04:002009-04-10T14:29:49.792-04:00WeatherThe weather has blown hot and cold this week, uncharacteristic for this time of year. My herbs are still alive on the porch, a little dry and curled from the wind, but opening back up under the warmth of the sun.<br /><br />I am re reading a good book in slow, deliberate moments. A chapter here. A few sentences there. In between quotidian things I steal these words like kisses and savor them. They are bringing me back to life.<br /><br />Like my windblown, beleagured herbs I too unfold, emerge, open back up under the warmth of the sun and well chosen inspiration.<br /><br />I have returned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-6362622992975092139?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-19617503830711750592009-02-16T16:23:00.002-05:002009-02-16T16:30:07.077-05:00HibernationIt has been two months since my last confession--I mean, post.<br /><br />For the time being I will be taking a break from this blog while I pursue some real-life things that need attention. I will be back.<br /><br />Be well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-1961750383071175059?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-9840865604829335392008-12-12T02:13:00.001-05:002009-01-04T02:28:13.122-05:00Listening PostBowmboi by Rokia Traore<br /><br />The Silver Tree by Lisa Gerrard<br /><br />Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder<br /><br />...mp3s don't have art on the covers...because there are no covers. boo. hiss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-984086560482933539?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-45273843996150555232008-12-11T02:06:00.003-05:002009-04-10T19:12:49.512-04:00Reading List<em>Reading Judas</em>... (Pagels and King)<br /><br /><em>Seven Days in the Art World</em> (Thornton)<br /><br /><em>Anna Karenina</em> (Tolstoy)<br /><br /><br />I noticed a bigger ad campaign for the electronic reading devices at the bookstore and on amazon. This makes me sad; though no Luddite, I mourn the way technology takes over our experience of the world, and bleeds it of sensuality. I much prefer the sensation--and delight--of opening a personal letter, in someone's own handwriting, partly because I know they touched the same thing I now hold in my hands.<br /><br />Books are also a conscious experience--the feel and weight of the paper between my fingers, the way the page sounds as it turns, the smell of ink (ahh, "new book" smell). All those words seeping into the imagination...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-4527384399615055523?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-51506228878069299332008-12-10T01:57:00.000-05:002009-01-04T01:58:14.515-05:00study from life<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBd9So6HSI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_UbrfJSn5yg/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287329270089784610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBd9So6HSI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_UbrfJSn5yg/s400/Nov+30+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-5150622887806929933?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-67379448525419786392008-12-08T01:52:00.000-05:002009-01-04T01:54:38.729-05:00Steve<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBdFJEVt-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/pVktxDqsFuU/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287328305447811042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBdFJEVt-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/pVktxDqsFuU/s400/Nov+30+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-6737944852541978639?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-63983042419770596392008-12-07T01:46:00.003-05:002009-04-10T19:17:14.106-04:00On Bullsh*t<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBb2XYjDXI/AAAAAAAAA04/Zy_gUIqaXw4/s1600-h/emperor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287326952081001842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBb2XYjDXI/AAAAAAAAA04/Zy_gUIqaXw4/s400/emperor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>The Emperor has a "wardrobe malfunction."</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="left">Recommended Reading: <em>On Bullshit </em>by H.G. Frankfurt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-6398304241977059639?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-318004953588234412008-12-06T00:55:00.002-05:002009-01-04T01:45:53.683-05:00Curiouser and Curiouser...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBbCzKM6lI/AAAAAAAAA0w/rxvqqCENtLw/s1600-h/alice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287326066183826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBbCzKM6lI/AAAAAAAAA0w/rxvqqCENtLw/s400/alice.jpg" border="0" /></a>Thus spake Alice. She <em>must</em> have been in art school.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-31800495358823441?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-18389864919466771542008-12-05T00:45:00.006-05:002009-01-04T01:13:23.611-05:00This one time...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBRw7EYTdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/KL-dGGoRxy4/s1600-h/schoolhouse+rock.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287315863464594898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/SWBRw7EYTdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/KL-dGGoRxy4/s400/schoolhouse+rock.gif" border="0" /></a> I am dating myself here, but I loooooove Schoolhouse Rock. My favorite was Grammar Rock Verb; it sounded a little funky, like the music I was raised on--namely anything on Soul Train.<br /><br />Soul Train ruled. I still remember seeing the Gap Band perform on the brightly lit stage, and Don Cornelius ending every broadcast with his deep voice intoning "Peace.....and <em>Soul</em>." So, imagine how green I turned when Cameron Diaz got to dance under the Soul Train sign with her Soul Train aisle made of people instead of stuffed animals (as mine always were) in "Charlie's Angels." Sigh.<br /><br />Now, if only I could get my hands on some Pop Rocks, this reminiscing would be complete.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-1838986491946677154?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-6492486963142230442008-12-04T00:00:00.000-05:002008-12-04T00:00:00.861-05:00still life (apple)<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM-pZAj4fI/AAAAAAAAAno/mCoGloc8bSU/s1600-h/epiphany.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274628469389779442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM-pZAj4fI/AAAAAAAAAno/mCoGloc8bSU/s400/epiphany.jpg" border="0" /></a> oil on canvas, 6x6<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-649248696314223044?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-48335262204561984512008-12-03T00:00:00.001-05:002009-07-03T20:15:06.339-04:00still life (pears)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6e97jCBlI/AAAAAAAAA20/vSz3M-H6eMg/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354391793783932498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/Sk6e97jCBlI/AAAAAAAAA20/vSz3M-H6eMg/s400/Picture+023.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM-JIgLA2I/AAAAAAAAAng/eBTD1my7OVA/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+013.jpg"></a></div><div align="center">oil on canvas, 11x14</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-4833526220456198451?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-88798368457099067562008-12-02T10:28:00.002-05:002008-12-02T10:31:01.980-05:00pearls before swine?Holding a grudge: drinking some poison every day expecting the other person to die.<br /><br />(author unknown)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-8879836845709906756?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-58665575943125700062008-12-02T00:00:00.000-05:002008-12-02T00:00:00.619-05:00acrylic figure study<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM9hU26GKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tVTuZiVdxIg/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274627231324969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM9hU26GKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tVTuZiVdxIg/s400/Nov+30+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> acrylic and charcoal on illustration board, 8x10<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-5866557594312570006?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-35009120703866920352008-12-01T17:53:00.005-05:002008-12-01T18:09:04.156-05:00Speechless<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STRrkwTac0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/xdvSr522Cps/s1600-h/freaky+bread+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959342743483202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STRrkwTac0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/xdvSr522Cps/s400/freaky+bread+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STRrb_CtZFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T1LMsi73X3g/s1600-h/freaky+bread.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959192081130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STRrb_CtZFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T1LMsi73X3g/s400/freaky+bread.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />So, there is an artist/baker named Kittiwat Unarrom in Thailand making body parts out of bread. And it's edible. He is an MFA student who painted portraits as an undergrad, and has since found his new medium to be bread dough, apropos because his family owns a bakery.</div><div> </div><div>If you can't resist seeing more, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKSO7m3-MH8">here's a video</a>. It isn't in English, but who cares, really, when seeing ...bread...?<br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-3500912070386692035?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-91637434742847474632008-12-01T00:00:00.000-05:002008-12-01T00:00:01.368-05:00figure study, from life<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM82ZQqxiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AuYW2Ck3cl4/s1600-h/thinking+of+the+ocean+during+the+rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274626493772383778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STM82ZQqxiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AuYW2Ck3cl4/s400/thinking+of+the+ocean+during+the+rain.jpg" border="0" /></a> charcoal on arches, 22x30<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-9163743474284747463?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-86299008468560645382008-11-30T17:16:00.005-05:002008-11-30T17:33:41.288-05:00Ripple<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRuYTH76I/AAAAAAAAAnI/KnHxBSCLEw0/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274579077075300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRuYTH76I/AAAAAAAAAnI/KnHxBSCLEw0/s400/Nov+30+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRhrWyoFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cVU6b4MTkaA/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274578858852655186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRhrWyoFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cVU6b4MTkaA/s400/Nov+30+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRUweqv2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-GbCrvu0Iw4/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274578636889571170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRUweqv2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-GbCrvu0Iw4/s400/Nov+30+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRFkXtuCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oOQuz6le45E/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274578375941142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMRFkXtuCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oOQuz6le45E/s400/Nov+30+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This piece is my response to an assignment in my advanced painting class earlier this term. We were instructed to respond to the word "chair." </div><div> </div><div>My take on "chair" corresponded with the collapse of the economic powerhouses on Wall Street; for me this seemed ironic because the economic meltdown occurred over the anniversary of 9/11. I drew a correlation between the apparent decay of personal civil liberties arising from increased government scrutiny of individuals while the government simultaneously turned a blind eye to the rampant greed and speculation on Wall Street.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-8629900846856064538?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-37074980859390745712008-11-30T17:10:00.003-05:002008-11-30T17:16:38.908-05:00Sprawl, finished<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMQSZb-1cI/AAAAAAAAAmo/i9BIBwQVNK0/s1600-h/Nov+30+2008+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274577496832923074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STMQSZb-1cI/AAAAAAAAAmo/i9BIBwQVNK0/s400/Nov+30+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sprawl</div><div align="center">acrylic on canvas, 36x48</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I added a gloss medium over the just the figures once it was completed, to add a more plastic effect to the painting.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-3707498085939074571?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668830843920931695.post-62387344554946666812008-11-29T21:26:00.003-05:002008-11-29T21:30:58.090-05:00Kumi Yamashita<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STH6VJSuKVI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mHwXguEBGjk/s1600-h/Origami2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274271879806200146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qZcIT1bJ0M/STH6VJSuKVI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mHwXguEBGjk/s400/Origami2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Origami</div><br />2005. Light, Aluminum, Shadow<br /><br />Description: The each color sheet on the wall, lit from the right, casts a silhouette of a profile.<br /><br />(from <a href="http://www.kumiyamashita.com/">http://www.kumiyamashita.com/</a>)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668830843920931695-6238734455494666681?l=dailycrucible.blogspot.com'/></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07467874094166126911noreply@blogger.com0