{"id":623,"date":"2018-12-21T10:58:20","date_gmt":"2018-12-21T17:58:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/?p=623"},"modified":"2018-12-21T16:06:56","modified_gmt":"2018-12-21T23:06:56","slug":"my-past-in-paint","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/my-past-in-paint\/","title":{"rendered":"My past, in paint"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps I\u2019ve been a tad distracted over the years, on some sort of blind mission to find myself, but it recently occurred to me I have paintings no one\u2019s seen. Seems I began writing, jumped in the Pondering Pool and never looked back. I\u2019m now on the precipice of a <em>colossal<\/em> evolution \u2013 every bit of the creativity, knowledge, and experience I&#8217;ve garnered thus far is in the boardroom haggling over new possibilities, duking it out for center stage. Damned if I&#8217;m getting in the middle of that! Instead, I thought I&#8217;d bolster the opposite end of the process \u2013 letting go \u2013 by releasing some of my unseen paintings for sale, several of which date back to the early nineties when I was still studying with my mentor, Lillias Apland.<\/p>\n<p>A shortish, square-bodied, young-hearted, otherworldly soul, Lillias was a consummate artist and teacher. She literally breathed art until the moment she passed at age 93. She thoroughly appreciated my odd images and was often giddy watching me bring them to life. Still, at times I was a realist, not in my mind, but on canvas. In fact, I was amazed by my ability to paint convincing portraits. That shouldn&#8217;t have been a surprise \u2013 people fascinate the hell out of me, which made it easy to step inside and feel my way toward a likeness.<\/p>\n<p>The paintings I created while with Lillias provided the foundation for everything that&#8217;s come since including writing, sculpting, videos, etc.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s remarkable what can be gleaned by reviewing one\u2019s early works. With a deep appreciation for my then whereabouts, I offer you my past, in paint. (I\u2019m also offering good prices, as it\u2019s time to clear my studio for incoming.)<\/p>\n<p>If you&#8217;d like to see more of my work please visit: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/Art\/landingpage.html\">https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/Art\/landingpage.html<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-665\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Taylor-lighter.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"508\" height=\"750\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Taylor-lighter.png 508w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Taylor-lighter-102x150.png 102w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Taylor-lighter-203x300.png 203w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 508px) 100vw, 508px\" \/><em><br \/>\nSleep interrupted<\/em> &#8211; oil on masonite &#8211; 30 x 20<br \/>\nThis is my niece, Taylor, in the middle of the night trying to quench a powerful thirst.<br \/>\nIndeed my favorite portrait because of the subject.<\/p>\n<p>I barely finished<em> Sleep interrupted<\/em> in 1993, when it was sent off to the Oil Painters of America show&#8230;where it sold.\u00a0 I typically get to spend time with a piece when it&#8217;s complete \u2013 I was especially disappointed being unable to spend time with Taylor.\u00a0 She remained in a private collection for over 20 years.\u00a0 The owners have since passed and the painting is once again on the market through Metier Galleries for $15,000 or best offer. You can check it out at:\u00a0https:\/\/www.ebay.com\/itm\/Susan-Mrosek-My-Niece-with-Lemonade-Oil-Painting-on-Board-\/201965828637.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, they titled it differently.\u00a0 Mine\u2019s the real one.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-631\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Corrine-blog.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"750\" height=\"677\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Corrine-blog.png 750w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Corrine-blog-150x135.png 150w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Corrine-blog-300x271.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><br \/>\n<em>Corrine<\/em> &#8211; oil on masonite &#8211; 21.5 x 20<br \/>\n$1550<br \/>\nA good friend&#8217;s daughter and a beautiful subject whom I painted several times.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-667\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/elaine-blog-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"522\" height=\"675\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/elaine-blog-1.png 522w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/elaine-blog-1-116x150.png 116w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/elaine-blog-1-232x300.png 232w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 522px) 100vw, 522px\" \/><br \/>\n<em>Elaine<\/em> &#8211; oil on masonite &#8211; 18 x 14<br \/>\n$1300<br \/>\nA friend and a favorite subject of my sister, Toby, who&#8217;s also a painter.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll have to share her work with you.\u00a0 It&#8217;s incredible!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-633\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Karen-blog.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"562\" height=\"750\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Karen-blog.png 562w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Karen-blog-112x150.png 112w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Karen-blog-225x300.png 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 562px) 100vw, 562px\" \/><em><br \/>\nKaren<\/em> &#8211; oil on canvas &#8211; 24 x 18<br \/>\n$1250<br \/>\nKaren&#8217;s also my niece, by marriage.\u00a0 Another beautiful subject, her<br \/>\ncoloring, eyes, mouth&#8230;need I go on?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-636\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/my-bella-blog.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"441\" height=\"750\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/my-bella-blog.png 441w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/my-bella-blog-88x150.png 88w, https:\/\/www.ponderingpool.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/my-bella-blog-176x300.png 176w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 441px) 100vw, 441px\" \/><br \/>\n<em>My Bella<\/em> &#8211; oil on masonite &#8211; 30 x 18<br \/>\n$3000<br \/>\nThis delightful woman was among my mother&#8217;s very old black and white photos<br \/>\nyet no one could identify her. While contemplating her title,<br \/>\nher look struck me as familiar. It reminded me of a woman in a piece I wrote,<br \/>\nthough she&#8217;s not quite as disturbed. Still the name felt appropriate. Here&#8217;s an excerpt:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>She glares at me as if I\u2019ve eaten her goat!\u00a0 Does she expect a refund?!\u00a0 My sick, twisted Bella.\u00a0 She treats me like a mad child\u2019s toy.\u00a0 Enough my Bella, enough!<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps I\u2019ve been a tad distracted over the years, on some sort of blind mission to find myself, but it recently occurred to me I have paintings no one\u2019s seen. Seems I began writing, jumped in the Pondering Pool and never looked back. 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