THE HEART OF ART

My Apologies

2012-01-25T07:09:00.000-08:00

My apologies for not posting for such a long time...life has been hectic. For now enjoy this painting that I am about to work on. I thought I completed it about three years ago, but now that I look at it I see where much improvement is needed.

It is my granddaughter and I call it "Captive Audience."

I will try to be more timely in posting. I know, I know, I've said that before, but this time I'm really going to work on that.

MELE KALIKIMAKA

2011-12-23T13:56:00.000-08:00

My last posting was at Thanksgiving, so could not let Christmas go by without wishing everyone a very MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR. Most importantly, don't forget the reason for the season!

And what a magnificent reason for celebration. The Christ Child was born.

Much love to all.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

2011-11-24T10:33:00.001-08:00

There are so many things that I am thankful for, but the one that rises above all else is Christ Jesus; my Lord, my Savior, my Redeemer, my Comforter - that list goes on and on. From 2 Corinthians 5:21 "God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God."

A Man of Sorrows

My family is all important to me also and for them I am most thankful. My gratitude to my Lord for the fact that they know Him, worship Him, and walk in His light.

So on this day of Thanksgiving, celebrate with those you care about and give thanks for all the blessings you have received.

P.S. I am reminded of my friends who add so much to my life, I thank God for each and everyone of you.

Surroundings

2011-10-08T11:18:00.000-07:00

I subscribe to a blog called "Goins, Writer" which is written and maintained by Jeff Goins. I enjoy his blog because it gives valuable tips on writing. Not just on how to write a blog, but writing in general. I have this grand dream of writing a mystery novel...or an autobiography... something extraordinary. I write for this blog, I write a newsletter for my church, and sometime when a thought comes to mind, I may write an essay or even a poem. You get the idea. I tell myself this is all practice to that big novel. But, right now my heart is in my painting and that's usually what this blog is about.

Jeff's subject of his last post was "Let Your Surroundings Inspire Your Writing." So, as I looked at my surroundings...front, right side, left side; I thought "why not...I'm way overdue for a post anyway." So, that's what my post is about today...my surroundings.

In front of me I see a messy work area where I have been diligently working at for the past few days. I'm preparing for my Sunday School class that I have to facilitate tomorrow morning. I should be working on it right now and I will be as soon as I finish this post. Our lesson this Sunday is from Romans 7:1-25 ...extremely complex text, but very profound.

To my right...I'd rather be out there than in here. What an absolutely beautiful fall day. I love being able to look out my front windows and see this beautiful God-given landscape. I even have the windows wide open to take full advantage of the outside.

To my left...a wall of my oil paintings. Painting is something I thoroughly enjoy and decided to get serious about it when I retired. It was a tossup as to whether I would concentrate my efforts on my painting or my writing. At that time, painting got top priority. However, I have since found that I can do both. But, I've also learned that to be exceptional at either my focus needs to be more directed. When I get ready to do that best selling novel (ha!) I will focus all of my attention on that. I paint for the sheer pleasure, if something sells that's fine, if not that's ok. God has blessed me with this talent so I paint to His glory.

I hope you've enjoyed this sojourn from my regular blog about my paintings. I've enjoyed the change. And I apologize to my followers that the time between postings is longer that I like it to be. I will attempt to be better about it in the future.

Remembering

2011-09-11T12:43:00.000-07:00

Today is September 11..."a date that will live in infamy!" These were the words spoken by President Franklin D. Roosevelt when he reported to the nation the deliberate attack on Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, Hawai'i by the naval and air forces of the empire of Japan. Those very same words ring even truer for what is described as the most brutal attack ever experienced on our country's soil. On this day all over the country, this horrific attack is being remembered in some way. I choose to remember it here by the posting of a newly completed painting.

Some of you may remember the drawing I posted to honor the July 4th holiday - I had plans to paint it and I have. For some reason it has taken me a longer time than usual to finish this painting (this is 18x24 on gallery-wrapped, stretched canvas). I've entitled it "A Moment With God." I chose that title because behind the photo I saw a scared kid, who needed the reassurance that he would be alright.

Some of you may know that my son is a professional performing musician. He returned home from his latest "gig" and looking at the painting said: "We just did this gig for an Army training facility (he told me what the name was, but I don't remember)." He went on to say that, "as I looked out over the audience - hundreds of soldiers who were just kids - it hit me that these 'kids' were being trained to protect my kids and they don't even know them. That scene made a huge impact on me."

May God bless us all.

Aloha Herb Kawainui Kane

2011-08-13T12:15:00.000-07:00

The art world and Hawai'i lost an amazing artist and much-loved native son. Herb Kawainui Kane, died on March 8, 2011. He was born on June 21, 1928. He was three months short of being 83 when he passed away.

"If my work contributes to our comprehension of Hawai'i's past, that will ultimately become the greatest reward." (Herb Kawainui Kane)

As some of you may remember, I have featured some of Mr. Kane's work here on my blog. I subscribe to updates from Mr. Kane's website and usually save updates to review at a more leisurely time. I feel I must explain why I'm writing of his passing in August and not more timely, since it has been about five months since his passing. Today, I thought I would do another posting on his art work, only to find that one of the updates I had saved was about his passing. Needless to say, I was surprised - sadly so. Growing up in Hawai'i and enjoying art as much as I do, Herb Kane was a major inspiration. I would not only study his art for the skill involved, but the stories behind his work reminded me of stories of old Hawai'i I had heard as a child from my grandmother. His paintings and the associated stories taught me much about the myths and legends of my people.

Here is a few of his pieces. Beautiful stuff.

The discovery of Hawai'i. These Polynesian travelers crossed hundreds of miles of open sea in search for habitable lands. On one of those journeys, Hawai'i was discovered. Legend tells of seeing the fires and explosions from the volcano, which struck fear into the hearts of the newcomers.

The Fisherman. He wears a ti leaf rain cape and holds a yellow find tuna (ahi). A favorite pearl shell lure with a bone hook is carried around his neck.
Serenade. My life growing up was filled with music and dance. It was part of the lifestyle.

Thank you Mr. Kane for the beauty and pride you have infused into the Hawaiian culture. Rest in peace.

The NikonSniper

2011-07-29T10:40:00.000-07:00

I follow the blog of the Nikon Sniper. Other than being a fantastic photographer, he writes an amazing blog. He speaks boldly for Christ and in his latest blog he wrote the following. His latest post, which I've partially posted below, leads me to say "Shouldn't I want to tell you?" Check him out, it'll be well worth your time.

I also want to be clear with all whom I am fortunate enough to encounter in life’s remaining days. This includes you! Follow me here.

If I truly believe, AND I DO, that Jesus is the only way to get to heaven (John 14:6, Acts 4:12), shouldn’t I want to tell you? I mean, if I say I care about you, AND I DO, and I truly believe you might have missed the most important decision in life, … Shouldn’t I say something?

If I truly believe that a wrong choice for your eternal salvation would lead you to a horrible eternity, … Shouldn’t I say something? Not according to the world! The world wants me to shut up. I know that!

The world says, “Just tell people you care about them, even help them with a little cash when they are struggling (if ya have to), … but don’t try to tell them anything that will assist them in finding the source of real love and eternal treasure.”

You can call me a hypocrite! I fall on my face all the time. I’m not perfect. But I know the King of Kings. I know the Lord of Lords. I know the author of life. I know the deliverer of lost sheep. I know the One who lifts the broken-hearted. I know the ONLY way, the truth and the life. And one day He will make me cease to stumble. And Jesus can deliver you from whatever life’s trials are and grant you eternal life in His presence.

And if I don’t tell you about Jesus … I should be considered an even bigger hypocrite! If a “believer in Christ” ISN’T telling you about Him, you should be asking them, “Why”?

That is what is important to me in my remaining days here. I must declare to you that I can’t throw a football … but I know Jesus! I am not speaking to you today of fuzzy feelings. I am talking about the Lord who died for your sins, If only you will accept it and allow Him into your life.

No one will care in eternity that I could throw a football when I was young. The only thing that will matter there is what I did here with God’s Son, Jesus Christ. These are the most loving and caring words I can urge you to hear. The world insists I am not politically correct! But Jesus is ALIVE! Something happened 2000 years ago that shook up the world … and He is still ALIVE and coming again. I hope you will seek Him today.

Your friend,
Nikonsniper Steve

Herb Kane - Hawaiian Artist Extraordinaire

2011-07-25T13:32:00.000-07:00

It has been a while since I wrote anything on Hawai'i and its art. This is a piece done by the world renown artist, Herb Kane. I've always admired his art, not only for its Hawaiian historical content, but he is also an amazing artist who makes the past of Hawai'i come to life. I want to share his work with all of you.

In 1795, Kamehameha invaded Oahu with a large army. The 19th Century historian Kamakau wrote that the canoes were so many that they were beached from Waikiki to Waialae. Kamehameha also had acquired several ships of European-American design, along with cannon and swivel guns, beginning with the schooner Fair American.

PAINTING AND BEYOND

2011-07-16T08:33:00.000-07:00

Although I love to paint, there is another “craft” that I thoroughly enjoy and that is scrap booking. Of course, like anyone else, I did have photo albums of children and other family members with descriptive phrases to identify each photo. However, even before the scrap booking “craze” started I was journaling and adding embellishments to my photo albums. I discovered it was something I really enjoyed doing. Not only was I leaving a pictorial legacy for my children, I was leaving them family history. Some drawbacks to scrap booking is that it does take a lot of time, it makes a mess, and it is never finished. I know these will be enjoyed by family in later years. Even now, my grandchildren (10 and 6) enjoy looking through them.

A painting can take a lot of time, it can make a mess, but it does come to completion. Even though you may start anew, each painting is a project that you can bring to completion.

Here are first two photo pages out of my “Ohana” (family) scrapbook.

You may notice that the photo of my son and his wife on the first page is a photo of a painting that I did of them.

Remember Them!!

2011-07-04T08:32:00.000-07:00

I was so moved by the "story" (I perceived) behind the photo and its composition that I just had to sketch it. HAPPY 4TH. Most importantly REMEMBER ALL OF THEM.

Thank you for them Lord.

Outside My Comfort Zone

2011-06-11T09:05:00.000-07:00

Yes...this was totally out of my comfort zone. My son commissioned me to do a painting for his upcoming contemporary country music album "It's All About The Money." He told me what he envisioned and I put it down on canvas. It is multi-media and was, without doubt, a most challenging piece. It measures 12x12 - a size that does not lend easily to detail work. Anyway, I took on the challenge and this is the end result.

The whole concept is how one "who makes it" burns their money on the luxuries of life: mansions; bling, bling and more bling; race cars; race horses; etc.; etc. I must say that although a challenge, I enjoyed doing it - very surrealistic.

Shine Through Worship Art Festival

2011-04-21T11:55:00.000-07:00

Last weekend we opened on our Annual Art Festival. The theme this year was "Shine Through Worship." Opening day was so much better than we anticipated. In fact, the turnout of viewers for the first day was much, much better than last year....and that was with the threat of severe thunder storms and potential for tornadoes. The Lord kept the severe weather at bay and near the close of the show, I stepped outside and there in all its glory was a full rainbow arching over the church's sanctuary. I know God blessed the show, after all it was all about praising and glorifying Him.

Here I am with the painting I had just finished and created for the show. It was just for display and was entitled "Fishers of Men."

Here is a closer look at the painting.

First Place in Photography category, Professional Division and "Best of Show."

First Place in Pencil Category, Professional Division - "The Power of Prayer." The same artist also took first place in the Pastel Category - shown hanging just below.

First Place, Painting Category, Professional Division

"Hands-on" art for the children, which was a huge success.

And artists who did demonstrations throughout the show...all of the artists were students. They did a wonderful job.

All in all, the show was enjoyed by all who came.

Another Diversion

2011-03-26T06:37:00.001-07:00

http://www.reverbnation.com/cashcreek?eid=A1428970_8095925_34132250

Yes, as I said in my last posting...my granddaughter is one of my diversions. Here's another..."Cash Creek." The dad of that beautiful little girl is my son Kimo Forrest (to your far right) who leads this contemporary country band. Other than just recently being commissioned to design an album cover, my involvement is to sit anxiously on the "end of my seat" waiting for his album to grab hold and take off. So, go hear Cash Creek, just click the above link, read about him and the band, then listen to the tunes. I'm sure it will get your foot tapping.

As a footnote; I did a painting for him last Christmas of him on the road in performance, see it here.

One of My Diversions

2011-03-13T12:53:00.000-07:00

I am so sorry my blog readers, hope you haven't given up on me. I just realized that it has been a while since I posted anything on this blog. I think it has been since late January and here it is mid-March. I could make all kinds of excuses and I do have a few, all legitimate and believable.

For instance; here's one:

My sweet little princess granddaughter. She had just bought a new "princess" dress and rushed over to show it to me. (Notice her very chic boots and tights.) Of course I had to take a picture. She has been the subject of a few of my paintings and after taking her picture in her new dress, she said that maybe this would make a good painting. She is precious. Her mother tries to write down all of the cute things she says and just recently posted on Facebook. "Ellie put on her new dress and I told her she looked like a princess to which she replied, I know and you are the queen and God is the King of Kings.'" She is 5-1/2 years old.

This is a painting I was commissioned to do of her for her uncle from a snapshot taken about 2-1/2 years ago. She knew she was a princess then also.

I do have a painting sitting on my easel in an unfinished state, but coming along very well; however I must admit that it has been in progress for longer than usual. Between making my grandchildren priority whenever they want to visit or have "art class," keeping up with my Bible studies, writing the newsletter for my "more mature" adult group, and preparing to teach my Sunday School Class...my painting has taken a back seat. I'm telling myself right now that when I'm done with this posting I will paint (fingers crossed).

More on Herb Kane's Pu'ukohola

2011-01-26T14:00:00.000-08:00

Continuing with the art of Herb Kane. I previously posted on the painting of the Heiau Pu'ukohola here.

This depicts a ceremony happening at the Pu'ukohola heiau.

Keoua, paramount chief of the southern provinces of Hawai’i Island, disheartened by the loss of a third of his army in a volcanic explosion, accepted Kamehameha’s invitation to talk peace. But as his canoe fleet arrived below Pu‘ukohola Heiau, tempers flared; someone threw a spear and in the ensuing fight Keoua and the others in his canoe were killed. Their remains were taken to the heiau as offerings to the god of war, Kukailimoku.

This may not be of interest to all; however, to artists...you can appreciate the artwork and time and tediousness of doing a piece such as this. For those who enjoy tales of old Hawaii...interesting.

"Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven." (Matt. 5:16 KJV)

My Son's Work

2011-01-22T08:09:00.000-08:00

Today I was compelled, I don't know why but I'm following my heart, to post a couple of the works of my oldest son, Kalani, who went to be with THE FATHER some 20+ years ago. He was two days short of being 26 when he left this earth. Maybe I just want you to know that he lived and was loved. He was truly a talented young man who I am sure would have been a first-class visual artist, or for that matter, anything he aspired to be.

This is titled Oya-Shi-Shi. It is a Japanese Kabuki dancer. Multimedia on cardboard from the side of a box.

This was done in graphite and ink.

Kalani, you are missed so very much.

"Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven." (Matt.5:16 KJV)

It's About the Hands

2011-01-11T12:52:00.001-08:00

Finally; signed, sealed, but not yet delivered. Christmas present for my son. It is his image when he was out there, somewhere "on the road." I started this back in November, but due to semi-major, life-interrupting medical situations I was unable to finish it on time. Finally, mid-January, I can say..."it's done." I did present it to him unfinished at Christmas and I think he was really pleasantly surprised. This one he is willing to hang in his studio. That tells me that he REALLY does like it.

15x30 oil on stretched canvas

This has been sitting on my easel so long that I will miss it, but I am also anxious to move on to other things. For one, I am co-chair for the annual art festival at my church in April, so I imagine from here until the close of that show, it will be very busy.

Thanks for looking in on my blog. A comment is always appreciated.

Hawaiian Historical Art

2011-01-05T12:25:00.000-08:00

My new year's resolution (ordinarily I don't make resolutions) is to be more proactive about posting to my blog. I have been so bad about doing so over the past few months and can't even remember when I last posted on Hawai'i.

I've decided this time to share with you, a world-renown Hawaiian artist, Herb Kane. I don't know how many of you know his work, but he does wonderful work depicting Hawai'i and her history. Below is one of his magnificent pieces, the building of Pu'ukohola. This heiau is located on the Big Island of Hawai'i. I have visited it and it is quite something to behold IRL. I am so amazed at Mr. Kane's rendering of the rocks. Very tedious, but so well done.

Kamehameha built a great luakini heiau (state temple) to Ku-ka-ili-moku, patron god of war and politics. Thousands of men passed rocks hand-to-hand over great distances. Stone workers fitted the rocks without mortar. Kamehameha led the work, raising platforms and walls, and is seen here beside the feathered standard of his rank, taking a stone to pass along. News of the temple-building, received with dismay by the chiefs of other islands, may have caused them to rush to attack without adequate preparations before he could complete the work and attract power from the god. (Excerpt taken from Herb Kane's website.)

Greetings

2010-12-12T07:41:00.000-08:00

Everywhere I look, read, and hear it's Happy Holidays, Season's Greetings...but never about what is truly being celebrated. Despite the opinion of what the polls show is the minority, the ACLU and those who choose to believe in NO HOPE...I choose to celebrate the miraculous birth of the Christ, my Lord and Savior, the mighty JESUS CHRIST.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Newly Completed Works

2010-11-04T07:02:00.001-07:00

I've just completed these portraits of two very dear friends and their husbands. These were done for them because of their generosity. It was supposed to be a surprise, but quickly realized that I could not proceed without their input. In the first portrait, her husband passed away a few years ago, so it was very important to me that I catch his likeness and essence. I just hope and pray they love it...just wish I could've gotten better photos.

Mahalo nui loa (thank you very much) Barbara and Sandra for your generosity and loving friendship.

P.S. Forgot to mention that they are sisters. Their relationship makes me wish I was closer, geographically, to my sisters.

Love Beyond Measure

2010-09-25T14:40:00.000-07:00

A little over a week ago I received a request from a member of my Macomber Ohana (family). Her name is Shaula her request was if I could assist her with artwork for a brochure she was putting together. Below is Shaula’s explanation of her vision.

The name of the facility is Life Care Center of Kona, it is a short/long term nursing facility. My grandmother, Rose Alapai was the first patient on their "Butterflies Are Free" program at this specific facility. The aim of the center is to provide tranquility and hope for those leaving this world. In honor of my grandmother I wrote a proposal, to the Life care center of Kona if they would call their palliative care, "Pulelehua, Butterflies are Free.” My grandmother passed away on Oct. 22, 2009 and since her passing, the children of Holualoa Elementary School, where she attended school and myself (home school liaison at this school) have made over 200 Pulelehua (butterfly) magnets. The magnets are placed on doors of patients going through this palliative care program. It has been a very successful partnership with the school. I am now in conversation with the center and we are planning the making of a brochure to share with families. It's very humbling to know we've impacted the lives of so many by softening the approaching deaths of their loved ones. I feel so honored to be such a vital part of such a wonderful ministry that we are called to do, to honor our kupuna (grandparent, ancestor).

In conversation with Shaula and getting her vision of what the painting should depict, I was able to create “Love Beyond Measure.”

This is how our conversation through Facebook messaging kinda went.

I'm really glad you think that the primary rose can be white because in thinking The Holy Trinity I could not get past the thought that the primary rose, God the Father, at the head should be white. The other thought I had was to have the pulelehua on the secondary rose which depicts God the Son, Jesus Christ. To me the pulelehua should be on Christ because, your "freedom" from sin came from the Father through the Son. Lastly, the bottom rose represents the Holy Spirit. Another thought was to lay 2-3 rose buds at the base of the vase to represent fallen mankind.

While in the process, I was strongly impressed upon to have a tear falling from the white rose (The Father) to the first pink rose (The Son)…which is self explanatory. The Koa Wood vase and the wall of “weathered” lauhala represents the Hawaiian people and their culture. The Palapalai fern on the right represents the interweaving of the ohana with the roses, giving greater significance for the ohana.

My own grandmother Mary Kahula’okalei’opu’u Rose came to mind while painting this and as I write, my mother Pauline Kaohunani comes to mind as well. I miss them so much that for me, “Love Beyond Measure” has also become my tribute to both of them.

Omigoodness - It's Been Awhile

2010-09-13T05:48:00.001-07:00

These two commissioned paintings is why I haven't posted for a while. My granddaughter is the little ballerina and her cousin. The pose of my granddaughter has been so endearing to family members that her uncle asked that I do one for him. He was very specific about the background color.

Now it is on to other things. Thanks so much for visiting.

The Prodigal - Completed

2010-08-02T08:47:00.000-07:00

I've signed all three paintings...YAY!!! Just have to frame them...which I will have to build myself or maybe get my son to do it, then it will be ready for the show. I didn't think I would be able to do it as I envisioned, but I am pleased with the finished product. I wish I could've gotten a better photo.

Progress on The Prodigal II

2010-07-03T13:59:00.000-07:00

My last progress posting was on June 22nd, so I think I am overdue for another post. I've been working every available moment on this piece and I'm seeing substantial progress...I feel good about that. I do; however, have a long list of what has to be done and then some.

If you have any comments, don't hesitate to voice them. I can always use constructive criticism.

Thanks so much for coming by.

Lokelani

Progress on The Prodigal

2010-06-22T10:10:00.000-07:00

A quick post to show my progress on this piece. To get the history of this piece, go here. Because of the time factor and work involved, I'm first concentrating on "The Prodigal Son" and "The Patient Father" panels so that if something happens and I can't finish the last piece of this triptych, "The Pouting Brother" I will still have these two to present. I messed up the tree so am working to correct that right now, but needed a break from painting so thought I would update you.

BTW...the father is still in underpainting. Will be adding color shortly, I hope.

More to come later. Thanks for visiting and if you have any critiques...I'm open to that.

Thanks again.

The Prodigal

2010-06-12T10:55:00.000-07:00

Oh my goodness, it has been quite a while since I’ve posted here…my apologies. It has been so busy that I can barely keep up with daily goings on. I was reminded to blog as a result of the fact that I am embarking (have already) on a project, which to me is huge.

I have been invited to again participate in the annual Art Exhibition and Sale of the Nashville First Baptist Church (that’s Tennessee). Last year I participated with my entry of “Take This Cup” in the amateur division. For this piece I was awarded a Purchase Award, which included a cash award. This is that piece.

The theme this year is “The Return of the Prodigal.” There are three categories. Firstly is “The Prodigal,” then “The Patient Father,” and lastly “The Pouting Brother.” Entrants were invited to submit in individual or all categories. Since receiving the invitation, my first thought was a triptych, but because of the work required I tried to come up with something else. However, nothing else would come to mind. So it looks like I will be submitting to all three by doing a triptych. Ambitious? I would say so, but I think inspired because of the fact that I could not think of any other composition. It seemed as though, I needed to visually portray the entire story. The other evening I was looking hard at what I’ve created so far and the thought came to mind…”this is the story Jesus told.” That thought in itself was inspiring.

Because they didn’t know who or what The Prodigal Son was all about, my grandchildren asked about my sketches. So using my sketches, I told them the story that Jesus told as tax collectors, sinners, Pharisees and teachers of the law were gathering around him to hear what he was saying. How awesome is that? Here is the unfinished pencil sketch on canvas that I will be submitting…

The plan was to create each segment of the story to stand alone, but together, the entire story is told. I hope what I have done thus far, accomplishes that. Sorry about the quality of the photo. The size of the side canvases is 15x30, while the center canvas is 22x30. I’m sure you can tell by looking, who is who. The only canvas ready for paint is “The Patient Father” Thank goodness the deadline is August, because I have a long, long way to go.

Although I am intimidated by this project and the fact that I have to submit as a professional this year, it will happen.

I will post my progress periodically. Thanks so much for visiting.

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Cheekwood

2010-05-30T11:29:00.000-07:00

Along with a group of friends, I visited the Cheekwood Botanical Garden and Museum of Art in Nashville, Tennessee. The day was perfect for walking through gardens and the displays were magnificent. In celebration of their 50th anniversary, the museum had on exhibit 40 paintings and four sculptures works from The American Impressionists in the Garden, works of art from Faberge’ (housed in a special room with a guard on duty), and the focus of the tour - magnificent pieces of art by the world famous glass artist Dale Chihuly. Chihuly’s pieces were also installed within the nature landscapes and the blending was amazing - man-made work intertwined in nature.

These are just a few of the glass sculptures. I would’ve loved to take photos of the paintings; however, the museum only allowed photographing of Chihuly’s pieces.

All in all, it was a wonderful day and seeing the art up close and personal was great.

Still on the Easel

2010-05-01T10:35:00.000-07:00

Quite a while ago my daughter-in-law handed me a 4x6 snapshot of my granddaughter Ellie that she had taken. She asked me if I would paint it when I had the time as it was one of her favorite photos of Ellie. Well, I finally got around to it and am glad that I did. This shot was taken about a year ago and is so typical of Ellie. She is growing up so fast and we may never see her in this situation again, so am glad that not only was it captured in photo, but on canvas as well. Yesterday we celebrated her fifth birthday...can't believe that she's there already.

I have not signed it yet, so it is still considered a WIP (work in progress) if anyone has a critique.

Also, maybe of interest is the fact that I have a new computer which was loaded with Windows 7. I know it is suppose to be an easier operating system, and anything would be better than what I previously had...but I knew my previous operating system so much better than this one. I'll learn though. Anyway, that's why the picture is not cropped - I don't know how to do it, yet.

Thank you so much for visiting. Talk to you next time.

Paintings Exhibited

2010-04-27T08:58:00.000-07:00

This is probably a shock to those of you who follow my blog...I'm posting so soon after the last. The reason for this is there was a request from one of my readers that I post those paintings that were hung at both the First Baptist Church, Joelton's first annual art festival and at the grand opening of the Main Street Artists gallery. So here they are.

The following two paintings were hung at the FBC Joelton's art festival for display only.

This one is titled "Make a Joyful Noise." The Bible tells us to praise the Lord with singing and dancing and that's what I was trying to depict here. The Lord understands all languages and cultures.

"Sing Praise" - the shepherd boy David singing praise to the Lord Almighty. The theme of the festival was "Praise Him." This was done especially for this show.

The following four hung and are hanging at the "Main Street Artists" gallery.

Titles are from top to bottom: "Mahalo Ke Akua" (Thank You God) oil 24x18; "Can't Hide From Him" oil 18x24; "Morning Dew" oil 20x16; and "Beauty in Simplicity" oil 16x20. All are for sale. If there is any interest out there, email me at lokeforrest@comcast.net.

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Art Festival/Grand Opening Weekend

2010-04-19T13:16:00.000-07:00

This past weekend has been a full, hectic weekend with the opening on Thursday of the First Annual Art Festival for the First Baptist Church, Joelton (that’s Joelton, TN), of which I was one of the coordinators for this event.
Not only was that happening, but on the Saturday, which was the last day of the festival, my art co-op had its grand opening. I did hang my work at both events, at the church art festival it was for display only. At the grand opening of the co-op I had four pieces for sale. I’ll post a few photos of both events here.

This is at the church art festival. Unfortunately the lighting was not conducive to viewing art – one of the list of things to be corrected for next year.

Paintings are: top – First Place/Best of Show for the Professional category. “The Prodigal Son” (after Batoni) by Jimmie Roberson.

Next is “Country Church” which won First Place/Best of Show for the Amateur/Youth Division by Betty Fletcher. This painting was also selected to receive the Purchase Award, which means the church purchased it to be hung in their facility.

After the art festival closed, I ran over to the next town to make a showing at the Artbrigade’s Grand Opening before that show was over. Here are a couple of photos..

A couple of members of the co-op discussing the show and being available to any viewers who may have had questions. One of my paintings, “Morning Dew” is visible on the easel. For some reason, I did not take pictures of my three other pieces…I think by the end of this very long weekend I was just too worn out to even care, now that I’ve recuperated I wish I had taken more pictures. I am a very new member of the co-op, which is also a new organization, but I have met some wonderful artists and people. The Artbrigade is the co-op whose work hangs in the “Main Street Artists” gallery. The gallery also displays beautiful, hand-made jewelry and sculpture. I think I am going to enjoy being a part of this group.

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Calypso Moon Challenge

2010-03-19T10:53:00.000-07:00

9X12
Oil on canvas board

Thanks to Sheila, one of my followers, I was introduced to Alice Thompson of Calypso Moon Artist Movement. Alice puts challenges to her followers and this month she asked those entering the challenge to paint two pieces from a collection the artist has that reflects his/her personality. The piece I decided to enter into the challenge is part (I say part because there are two little cups that belong to the set) of a Japanese sake set that was a gift to my grandmother from my grandfather early in their marriage. Each one of us, my three sisters and myself, wanted this set badly. One day, as a grown woman I and my sisters (who were all older) were visiting my mom when she took me aside and handed me a plain, brown bag. To my surprise the sake set was carefully packed inside. I am very much into the fact that one’s past and the people in it are so essential to who you are, so needless to say I was extremely moved by the gift. My grandmother was so important to me and she continues to influence me in many ways. My sisters did not find out for a while that it had come into my possession. It is something I treasure with all my heart. I don’t have a daughter to pass it on to, but I do have a little, precious granddaughter.

I did this piece in a hurry for the challenge so it is not as well done as I would’ve liked. I did; however, do this same set with its cups a while back for one of my sisters. I will post that here.

Sake and Protea
16X12
Oil on stretched canvas

Mahalo Nui Loa Mama and Tutu.

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“Sing Praise” – David Project Completed

2010-03-14T10:19:00.000-07:00

Sing Praise
20x24 oil on stretched canvas
Available

I must’ve taken a gazillion photos to get one that was not out of focus and this is the best I could come up with. I had intended to do this canvas-wrapped, but then decided to go this route because I was going to hang it at our upcoming art festival, and I think a frame really enhances a painting.

As those of you who have followed this process are aware; this is the shepherd boy David singing praises to his God, which is in keeping with the theme of the festival – “Praise Him.”

Now I’m onto to something else…something less intense.

Mahalo to all of you for your encouragement and helpful suggestions.

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The Sunshine Award

2010-03-02T11:16:00.000-08:00

Many, many thanks to Rosemary Sexton for nominating me for the Sunshine Award. The Sunshine Award is a blogger award for creativitiy and positivity! What a fantastic surprise…I am soooo stoked about that.

The rules for accepting the award are:
Put the logo on your blog or within your post.
Pass the award onto 12 bloggers.
Link the nominees within your post.
Let the nominees know they received this award.
Link to the person from whom you received this award.

I now have to pick 12 artists who I think deserve this award. That is going to be hard because all those I follow (and those I have not found yet) are amazing artists. Here’s my list in no particular order, but know that each and everyone of you deserve an award…

Kay Henderson – absolutely spectacular American Indian portraits with wonderful background stories.
Sam Dolman – Sam does farmyard animals and other animals as well, beautifully and realistically.
Sheila Tajima – art that makes you sit up and take note of the powerful messages she paints into her pieces.
Celeste Bergin – an extra applause for the consistency of her blogs.
Sophie Ploeg – amazing oil artwork.
Carol Nelson – her 100 portraits in 100 days has been an adventure. She never fails to post a new one every single day.
Paul Coventry-Brown – his still life work is amazing.
Graham Hanks – Greywolf does great work even on his so called quick studies.
Adebanji Alade – his sketches are wonderful and emotion filled pieces of life swirling around him.
Judy – An amazing blog she’s put together and maintains showing masters paintings of strong women of the Bible. Not a religious blog, but definitely an informative one and evidently one that takes a lot of research.
Dean H. – of Deano’s Den. He does everything and never forgets to post a little bit of inspiration along with each new blog.
Deborah Younglao – Silk Paintings like you may have never seen before. Amazing stuff.

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New David Update

2010-02-27T08:16:00.001-08:00

This is my latest. Major changes, as you can see. The mountains just seemed to overwhelm David and I just felt that had to be changed. I did not want to detract from David. I did finally give him sandals. Still not ready to sign, need to live with it this way for a while.

Mahalo for following this project. Will be back soon with the finish.

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Another David Project Update

2010-02-18T09:50:00.000-08:00

As much as I wanted to put more time into this project, time was pretty limited last week and it doesn’t look any better for next week. However, that being said I decided to learn more about King David’s life during those times that I wasn’t painting. I thought it would make this painting more real to me.

I started reading about David in the Bible with the book of 1 Samuel. David makes his appearance in 1 Samuel 16, after God has rejected Saul as king over Israel and sends Samuel to Bethlehem to the home of a man named Jesse. The Lord told Samuel that He had chosen one of Jesse’s sons to be king over Israel. Jesse had seven of his sons pass before Samuel and none of them “passed muster.” Samuel asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?” Jesse replies that there was still the youngest, David, and he was out tending the sheep. David was sent for and all activity halted until his arrival on the scene. On David’s arrival it is said that…” he was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features.” In researching him even more on the Internet…I discovered that he is supposed to have had red hair and some paintings of him from way, way back show him with red hair, so I have given my David red hair.

The story of King David from the time of his anointing to the time of his death in 1 Kings 2 proved to be very, very interesting. He reigned as king for 40 years…33 of those years was as king over all of Israel. Although I’ve known of David and his exploits, i.e., Goliath, Bathsheba, etc., and read about him in the Bible before…reading about him this time, I seem to have learned much more in depth about the boy David then the man than I had ever known before. Did it help me with this painting? It most certainly did.

Sing Praise
24x20 oil on stretched canvas

I still have quite a bit before considering this piece finished. I’ve changed his mouth to make him be singing. Not sure whether I like the mountain directly behind him or not. The pasture area needs work and I’ve got to put his sandals on him. Also, still need to work some on his clothing. His legs sure gave me problems. Thank goodness, with my son’s help and posing I think I got it now.

This is where I am now. I’m hoping to work on him some today.

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Update to the David Project

2010-02-06T14:55:00.000-08:00

This past week has been quite hectic, so I have not been able to put as much time into this project as I would've liked. What little I have done, I will post here. Hopefully the upcoming week will be more productive.

I have worked on bringing the intensity of the mid-range mountains down and glazing down the far mountain to put them more in the distance. I have problems with edges, so will focus on which edges should be soft and which should be hard. I put more detail into the grassy knoll, which still needs work, and some detailing on the lambs. Worked some on the cast shadows, but don’t know if I’ve rendered those realistically enough. I have reference pictures to work from, but none show me how the cast shadows should be rendered. Of interest is the indentation in the hillside of the grassy area…that was accidental, but I think I’ll keep that in…of course rework it some. This week I do want to start laying in the color on David.

Hmmm…it’s been a while since I posted about Hawaii’s past and legends. Will try to think of something interesting for next time.

Also, I want to say how much I appreciate the comments made by those of you who visit here.

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Progress on David

2010-01-30T07:47:00.000-08:00

Thought I would post the progress I’ve made on my David painting. Nearly done with the underpainting. Today I am planning to lay in another layer on the grassy knoll and refine the figure.

I corrected the length of his legs because anatomically they were too short for the figure. I don’t know how I missed that. Fortunately, a Wetcanvas artist noticed and brought it to my attention. David looks more anatomically correct now. Making his legs longer and adding the two lambs in the foreground took care of the “too much negative space” problem that I felt I had. Oh yes, gotta put his sandals on…LOL! Anyway, this is where I am now.

On a different note, over the past couple of days Middle Tennessee has had the most snowfall that I can remember since the first year I moved here. Here are a couple of pictures of this beautiful winter wonderland. I believe the total snowfall in our area is 4". Lovely, but I've had enough cold and winter this year. Anxious for spring to arrive.

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My New Project

2010-01-26T07:20:00.000-08:00

I have started a new project and am into it about 12 hours. It is going to be my submission to our church’s First Annual Art Festival, which is scheduled for April. The theme of the festival is “Praise Him.” Just in case you don’t recognize the depiction, this is the shepherd boy David. He is praising God in song. A couple of weeks ago I was at a stagnant place in my art. Not doing much of anything except sketching periodically, but with no desire to paint. I have been doing sketches of the ideas that came to mind for this piece and now that I’ve decided and started on my submission, I am excited. It is oil on 20x24 stretched canvas. I will show my progress beginning with the two I’ve posted below…

I first sketched directly onto the canvas using hard vine charcoal, and then sprayed with Fixatif to keep the charcoal from smearing and thereby losing my line work. The sketching took me about eight hours. I had my 18-year old grandson pose for me so that I could get the position of David anatomically correct. In using him for this purpose, I decided to use his facial features for David. My conception of David was to be a young David so I would imagine that David at that same age would probably have had the same physical structure as my grandson. I also thought that David’s hair and his complexion would most probably be very much like my grandson. He doesn’t know yet that I am using more than his pose for this painting.

This is where I am now. The background has been roughed in. I think the mid range of mountains is too intense in color, so I will be glazing over that section to bring the intensity of the color down some. I will next work on the underpainting of the figure. Thank goodness for the internet...I've been able to research and download images that I've used as reference instead of guessing at what it may have been like at that time.

As far as a title goes; I am usually inspired for a title while I am doing the piece. In this case, the title that keeps coming to mind is "Sing Praise." That comes from a worship song that we do in church. If anyone has a better title, I would love to hear it.

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Practice, Practice, and more Practice

2010-01-19T13:21:00.000-08:00

Couple of days ago I blogged on being stuck. Trying to get unstuck is what this entry is all about.

I have been told countless times and read countless articles that the way to better your artistic skills is through practice, practice, and more practice. I have come to the conclusion that, that statement is totally true and unless I “bite the bullet” and work on a painting EVERY day I will never reach the level of expertise that I aspire to. That being said, I put a little 9x14 practice oil painting that I’ve been working on off and on for a few months back on my easel in an attempt to finish it. It is a study of a painting done by William Bouguereau ”Petite fille au bouquet.” William Bouguereau is a master of the arts who was not only a painter, but a teacher, frescoist (Someone who paints on a surface of plaster esp. while it is still moist. I had to look up that word.), and draftsman as well. He lived from 1825 – 1905 and is considered one of history’s greatest artistic geniuses.

Anyway, to break this block that I’ve been experiencing I am trying to finish this painting.

Because I want to better my portraiture skills, I decided to do just the head and shoulders of his wonderful painting, which I will post below. Sorry couldn't get the picture any larger.

Petite fille au bouquet

By William Bouguereau

My version looks older, but that’s what practice is about. Practice until you get it right. And too, maybe this little bit of doing will get the artistic juices flowing again.

FYI…For those of you who may not know, you can find this artist’s work and all of the great masters at http://www.artrenewal.org.

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I'm Stuck

2010-01-17T13:16:00.000-08:00

Yes, I am at a stuck place. I have not put brush to canvas in almost two weeks. I have; however, sketched some, but cannot seem to muster the desire to paint. For Christmas I received a gift certificate for an art store from my grandson. I was excited about that and almost immediately redeemed it for new brushes and several canvases – but those packages are still unopened.

Back in November 2009, I contacted our church’s Minister of Music whose ministry also includes the arts of Drama and Visual Arts. I presented him with the idea of a visual arts art festival…a way to give local artists, professionals as well as amateurs and students, a chance to showcase their talent. The theme “Praise Him” was selected around which all artists would create a piece or pieces of work. Anyway, he went for the idea and the art show is coming up in April.

I plan to enter a couple of pieces. One idea that came to mind is the shepherd boy David, on his harp, praising and glorifying God with his songs. I came up with three different versions of that idea, but am not totally happy with any of them. Here’s what I have….

I am at a loss. Maybe what I need to do is start with a new idea. What to do, what to do. I’ll take any ideas you may have.

Thanks for listening…now maybe I’ll go stand in front of the blank canvas I have sitting on the easel and see if I get an inspiration.

Until next time...take care!

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The Paniolo

2010-01-07T10:32:00.000-08:00

My last post included a painting of horses that I did for my granddaughter. I’ll post it again here for those who may not have seen it. I thought it would be interesting to write on how Hawai’i came to have one of the most famous ranches in the world and how it produced one of rodeo’s world champion cowboys.

As I said previously said, one of the most famous ranches in the world is the Parker Ranch on the Big Island of Hawai’i. Horses are not native to Hawai’i so you may wonder how did ranching, cattle and horses come to be in Hawai’i. It all started with a gift from England and help from Spain. In 1793 George Vancouver, British sea captain, presented King Kamehameha with long-horned cattle. After receiving the cattle King Kamehameha declared by a sacred protection order (kapu) that they would be allowed to roam and breed freely. This became a problem because the cattle reproduced in large numbers and in two decades, the cattle had formed huge herds. They ate native crops, stampeding through villages, and caused destruction to villages and instilled terror in the population. Like the Texas Longhorn, the Hawaiian Longhorns were smart, wily, and very dangerous. The king decided that the kapu had to be lifted to allow the capture of the Longhorn and stop the chaos. This is where Spain enters the picture. It was on one of his tours that King Kamehameha saw and was very impressed with the skill of the Mexican-Spanish Vaqueros. He knew this was what Hawai’i needed – trained vaqueros to train Hawaiians how to be Vaqueros and to bring the cattle under control. At the request of King Kamehameha, the King of Spain gathered together some Vaqueros and in 1832 they arrived in Hawaii.

With their well-trained ponies, intricate high-horned saddles, and lariats, the Vaqueros demonstrated handling and horsemanship as an art. They taught the Hawaiians to make saddles, to braid the lariat (kaula`ili), to craft bullwhips (‘uepa kani) and the metalwork for bits and spurs (kepa pele). In talking with the Hawaiians, the Vaqueros introduced themselves as “Español.” The closest the Hawaiians could come to the pronunciation was “Paniolo.” Thus was born the Hawaiian Paniolo.

In 1908, three Paniolo, Ikuā Purdy, Archie Ka`aua, and Jack Low traveled to the World Rodeo Championships in Cheyenne, Wyoming. They were considered curiosities, and were faced with prejudice. Because they were not taken seriously, they had difficulty borrowing horses to participate in the rodeo. There was some relenting in that area, but the horses they were given were considered scrubs. Taking their “scrubs,” they trained them in the Hawaiian style – working them in a river to prevent them from fighting. Low was unable to compete due to his asthma, but after all was said and done; Archie Ka`aua took third place, Ikua Purdy won first place and was proclaimed World Champion. Having won them over with his skill, determination, and style, Purdy was given a standing ovation by the crowd.

If this is all news to you…it is to me also. I had some vague idea of how this all went down, but didn’t know as much as I’ve learned researching this information. I lived on the Big Island and have visited the Parker Ranch. It is like most large cattle ranches…miles and miles of open land, some flat, some hilly…but none other that I know of overlooks the beauty of the Pacific Ocean, nor lets you stand on its hillsides to feel the warmth and softness of the tradewinds as this one does.

Just for fun, here are a couple of fun “pony” drawings that I did for pony story that I am doing for my granddaughter. She told me what their names were but I cannot remember all of them. I do know that the pink one is "Pinkie Pie" and the flying one is "Star Song."

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Last 2009 Blog

2009-12-31T11:13:00.000-08:00

It is December 31st, the last day of 2009; therefore, my last blog for the year. My prayer is that the year 2010 will not be as frightening as it is beginning to be, i.e. terrorists attempt, a shaky economy, and talks of more government control, which could eventually lead to a one-world government. What are we in for? I have no idea, but I know that God is in control.

Putting the negative aside, my blog today is about hope and a more enlightened year, at least for me, by broadening my walk with God. Part of that walk is praising and glorifying Him with my art. I have just completed, short of a few minor tweaks, two paintings that speak to his magnificence. I’ve posted them here before, but that was while they were both still in process. Here they are again:

The horses (18x18 oil on stretched canvas) were done at the request of my four-year old granddaughter. She absolutely loves “Ponies” and wanted this one to hang in her bedroom. She knows that God created them just as He created her.

The second painting (14x18 oil on stretched canvas) I call “Safe.” This one was done at the request of a friend who said she had this on her mind for days and thought I would like to paint it. She gave me her idea on a 3x3 post-it note. We are promised a safe haven with God the Father and the Son if we but believe and accept.

While waiting for these pieces to dry so that I could put in the last minor touches, I decided to do a sketch. I looked through pictures and photos that I have in my “library” and this one jumped out at me…

In Prayer
(9x12 graphite)

So, my friends, family and blog followers (you are also my friends)…my prayer for you in the coming year is love for one another; strengthening your faith, and remembering those in need - physically and spiritually. I will pray for much more for you. May you have a wonderful, prosperous and love-filled year.

Christmas - 2009

2009-12-26T07:58:00.000-08:00

Here we are, the day after Christmas, sorting through pictures, gifts, cards, thoughts and reflecting on the day of the celebration of the birth of the Christ child. I live in a "Mother-In-Law" apartment attached to my son's home (why do they call it that; why not "Mother's" apartment - I've often wondered that)and in the past four Christmases that I've lived here; one of the children always knocked on my door at the outrageous early hour that little kids are up and chomping at the bit to see what Santa has brought for them. This year I fooled them...I set my alarm and my coffee pot for that outrageous Christmas morning hour and was in front of the tree dressed for Christmas morning with my cup of coffee waiting with my daughter-in-law and 8-year old grandson for everyone else to wake up. First came my 4 yr. old granddaughter being prodded along by Jack. My son dragged himself downstairs looking frazzled and worn out to the enth degree (he was the "bicycle-put-togetherer" and Santa's helper the night before) some 30 minutes after my arrival and my 18-yr. old grandson had to be strongly coaxed out of bed by dad much later when we just could not make the little ones wait any longer. When we were finally all gathered, cameras ready...it began. It was so fun watching the little guys open their presents from Santa and family.

Here's my 4-yr. old granddaughter trying to get ALL of her "ponies" and farm animals in her barn. She said to us..."How did Santa know to bring me the barn, I didn't ask him for it?" We perpetuated the myth by telling her that he knew what she was thinking. She is so into animals, especially horses and was absolutely thrilled with her barn and animals. She told us that when she grows up she's going to be a Vetenarian, sing and play all the instruments just like dad, and be an artist like Tutu (that's me - grandma).

Jack is 8-years old and this is his first Christmas knowing that Santa is make believe. When he first learned that several months ago he was very sad over that fact. After all presents were opened I asked him how he like playing Santa this year he said it was sooo fun. He outgrew his first bike so mom and dad got him a larger, fancier John Deere bike.

Ellie and Jack made sure each package went to the right person.

Surprise of surprises...Jack opening his X-Box. He had no idea and couldn't imagine someone giving him X-Box games by mistake...mom assured him it wasn't a problem and that it could always be exchanged for PS2 games...when all of a sudden Santa - in the guise of dad in his pjs - brings in a present he found in the hallway. I wish I had had my camera ready to get the expression on Jack's face when all the wrapping was ripped away...then came the tears of unbelievable joy.

Where is Jacob (the 18 yr. old) in all of this...you may ask? Laying on the bean bag covered up with a quilt. I couldn't get a decent picture. He was very much an active participant; however, in that reclined position.

That's what Christmas is all about...the children. Even when they know what the season is all about, the presents take a front seat for that time, but they remember to wish Jesus a happy birthday!!!

I pray you all had a wonderful Christmas and didn't forget to wish Jesus a Happy Birthday and to thank His Father, God almighty for His Son. I love you all and thank you for following my blog.

Labor of Love

2009-12-21T09:11:00.001-08:00

My last posting was a commission piece for a dear friend. This piece is a labor of love...love for my Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ for whom the celebration of His birth is what this season is all about.

The concept of the painting came about when one of my lady friends from my church handed me a post-it note and said..."This picture has been on my mind for days and I thought maybe you would like to paint it." There on a 3"x3" note paper was this tiny sketch. I took it and came up with this...very close to the initial sketch, but this is what I was led to do. Although there is still much to do on it I wanted to post it today in celebration of the birthday of Jesus. I call this painting "Safe"...from Proverbs 20:25..."whosoever putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe."

This painting has gone through a few renditions. This is my initial sketch, which I thought..."well, that's looking pretty good...I'll put it on canvas." Much to my dismay after laying in the paint, folds of clothing, hands...the whole works, I thought to myself..."no way can the left hand comfortably be in that position." That meant, removing His hands and most of what I had already painted and start over. I did that twice, until in frustration I had my 4-year old granddaughter take a photo of my hands in the position I wanted in the painting, and voila...here we are.

Sometimes life is tough and in our frustration we throw our hands up and say..."forget it." But, we need to hang in there, just as I did with this painting and something beautiful will surface.

Much love to all of you this wonderful Christmas Season. Celebrate with thanksgiving the miraculous birth of Jesus Christ who loves us all unconditionally. That with His love we will show our love for one another.

Second Commission

2009-12-13T10:57:00.001-08:00

This is the piece that has kept me at my easel for the past 2-3 weeks. It is to be a surprise Christmas present for my friend's husband. He wanted this portrait done and especially wanted it done in black and white. I have never done an oil portrait in black and white before so needless to say, it was a challenge. I am pleased with the results and only hope she and her husband will be pleased.

All that's left here is my signature then it is on to couple of paintings I've had on hold.

Christmas Paintings

2009-11-24T09:09:00.000-08:00

Yes, it is that time of the year again. I will be doing a couple of paintings for Christmas. One of which is my very first commission piece. If it turns out well, there may be more coming from that source.

My little granddaughter absolutely loves horses. She is four years old and like so many little girls she has many, many "My Little Pony" ponies...I would say about 70. She got her daddy to promise her that he will build her a barn for a horse when she is old enough to take care of one. Knowing her, she will not let him forget that promise. She has been begging me to paint her a picture of a pony. I've never, ever painted a horse before but thought I would surprise her with this. Unfortunately, she walked in on me working on it and now it will not be a surprise. Oh well...no matter.

A friend of mine has a friend who wanted a painting done of a sister who has passed away and asked if I would be willing to give it a try. My friend paints, but didn't feel that she was skilled enough to do a portrait. The photograph I was given to use as a reference was not very good, but I thought I would take the challenge. I got the photograph a week ago and I think I'm done with it. I am not very happy with it, but can't find anything I can do to make it better. This is my first REAL commission piece and, needless to say, I really stressed over this piece. I'm hoping she likes it.

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A Man of Sorrows

2009-11-08T13:20:00.001-08:00

I awoke one morning about a month ago with a feeling of urgency…maybe that’s not the word I want…maybe more “feeling impressed upon” to do a specific painting. I made a sketch, showed it to my son and explained to him my thoughts on the painting. The first thing he said in response was…”a man of constant sorrow.” Isaiah 53:3 says “He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.” Let me show you by posting my latest “practice” work.

A MAN OF SORROWS
16x20 oil on stretched canvas

Detail...Christ's tears

As I mentioned above, this is a practice piece. I wanted to make sure that what I had in mind; I would be able to create before doing a large canvas. I am told that an artist should leave the interpretation of an artwork to the viewer, but I want no mistaking what I’m saying here…or is it really what the Lord is saying??

The background is the Orion cosmos. For your interest, the constellation Orion, which by the way is the largest and brightest constellation in the universe, depicts… the Glorious One, He Who Triumphs, coming forth as light. Something I learned in my Sunday school class after I did the painting. Isn’t that interesting? (The Greeks call Orion The Hunter). Christ is shown in His ascended glory looking down on earth; His left hand clutching at His heart in grief, while lifting His right hand off the earth in a gesture of both blessing and allowance (allowing man to make his choices, good or bad). He is crying because He is saddened at what He sees as man’s rejection of the Word of God.

Through the art forums I belong to, I have received suggestions on how I can make this piece even better and I appreciate that help very much. I am intimidated by doing a larger canvas, so I am not quite ready to tackle that yet, but I will when it feels right.

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Children of the Rainbow

2009-10-26T12:45:00.000-07:00

In one of my earlier blogs I wrote on the hula and its place and importance to the Hawaiian people and their culture. In this blog, I would like to make you aware of what it was like to be brought up in this rich, proud, but defeated culture. "Defeated" may seem like a strange word to use here, but history tells us that the Hawaiian government was overthrown by greedy business men and Queen Liliuokalani was imprisoned in her home...Iolani Palace. A story for another time.

I like to call the children of Hawai’i…Children of the Rainbow…because of the diversity of the races and the children that resulted from the inter-racial unions. They are beautiful in features and possess skin tones of varying degrees. I and my siblings are counted among these children. We were like free spirits; running barefoot and half-dressed, going home only when hungry or hurt. I remember my days as a child of the rainbow. No real responsibilities and life was filled with sunlight, beaches, and play. And through that time…Mama and Tutu Rose were always close by. I'm sure each of you can recall those days of the 40's and 50's when life seemed simpler. But those days passed quickly into another phase. As it says in the Bible in Ecclesiastes 3:1 “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.”

It was time to grow up. Go to school to learn the Western ways and learn to do the hula as most young Hawaiian ladies were expected to do during that time. Most people are not aware of it, but Hawaiian parents were forbidden to teach or speak the language to their children, not even in the privacy of their own homes. So, unfortunately, we – my siblings and I – did not learn the language to any extent. We knew words and phrases, but could not string it together enough to carry on a conversation. This was a fact that continued into the 50’s when there was some relenting. Also, the history of Hawai’i, geographically or politically, was not taught in the schools…nothing at all regarding the Hawaiian peoples was made available to its young people.

Hmmm…this is taking off in a direction I’m not intending to for this post. I just want to show you a couple of great pictures that I received from my niece and want to share with you.

Children of the Rainbow

That’s me, front row, second from left, my brother James Kaiwa is to my left. All of the young people of our church (and some not) danced to raise money for the church. We had a lot of fun being together.

My sister Charlene (second from left) and sis Leinaala (far right). The other two girls are my cousins. They’re dressed in costume for a dance called “Sophisticated Hula.”

Aloha for now.

Self Portraits

2009-10-17T13:01:00.000-07:00

It has been a little over a week since I last posted…my goodness how time flies.

I’m told that in the process of learning how to paint, especially if one decides to delve into portraiture, one should practice by doing a self portrait. Before really getting into painting I often wondered why would someone do a self portrait…is it ego? I have discovered that it is a great way to practice. Your model is always handy and there is no charge for the sitting. Where can you find a better deal? I’ve gone onto artists websites and found that some of them have done several…one artist mentioned doing a self portrait at least once a month. Even the Masters have done self portraits, many of them more than one. So, if the Masters have done it, then why not me? I'm sure it can only help me hone my portraiture skills.

Sometime back I decided to give it a go and this is what I came up with…

This is my first attempt. Not very good, but my family did recognize it as me.

This one I call “Melancholia.” I did it for a challenge with the About.com painting website. The challenge was to do an expressive self portrait. I decided on this composition because I find myself in this position many times, especially when I’m studying a piece that I’m working on. Also, with the hands being such a large part of the overall composition, it gave me an opportunity to work on hands…something I’ve always had problems with. I was surprised that I did get some pretty decent feedback on it. I think its time to do another one. I could paint from photos, which I have done on many occasions and I do have some fantastic photos of people from foreign countries in their cultural dress in great poses, but I want to be able to paint from life; therefore, the self portrait.

These are both done in oil on 9x14 canvas board.

Until next time, mahalo for visiting.

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Local Festival

2009-10-09T14:07:00.001-07:00

Last weekend I participated in a local festival that turned out to be more of a learning experience than anything else. I did go into it knowing that sales would probably be nil, but I had not done anything like this before and did want to get a feel of what it would be like to show in one of these outdoor events.

This photo was taken while I was still setting up.

The weather was ideal that day…mild temperatures, clear skies and a slight breeze to start the day. My son set up the canopy for me. Arrangements had been made with the promoter to have a display rack available for me to hang paintings. That was the first disappointment. Although the rack was made to my width and height measurements, I expected more than 2x4 pieces randomly placed between the panels…what I did expect was solid panels where the paintings could be hung solidly. There were pieces I didn’t even take out of my car because I knew I would not be able to hang them. The wind would come up every so often so the paintings you see hanging on the left kept being blown off the rack so ended up being propped up under the table…and they were still blown over.

Further disappointing was the fact that I was the only artist there and my art was not conducive to the theme of the festival. I didn’t realize that it was to be a festival honoring Jesse James and his exploits, which included re-enactments of gunfights and bank robberies. Not all was negative; however, I did get a lot of positive feedback from those who stopped by to take a look. One very classy-looking lady said that the setting did not do my artwork justice. I was glad she mentioned that.

On the upside, I learned quite a bit…like what was needed in this kind of exhibition. I became comfortable talking with people who had questions, something that makes me nervous…that is talking about my art. So, all in all, even though I was glad when the day ended I learned a lot from this venture. Will I do it again? That would depend on a few factors…most importantly, that the event is also geared toward original artwork.

That's it for now...see you again soon.

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Kai - A Boy and His Ball...Pau (finished)

2009-10-01T13:30:00.000-07:00

16x20 oil on stretched canvas

With the help of friends/fellow artists on the About.com/Painting Forum I have finally finished this portrait of my grandson Kai. Needless to say it was truly a joy to work on this piece.

Let me tell you a little bit about Kai. His name means Sea Water or Ocean. He is eight years old, home schooled, a new cub scout, a Lego builder, a Star Wars fan, knows everything an eight-year old boy could know about sharks, and loves the Lord God and His Son Jesus Christ. He is a gentle person, slow to anger and still loves to be hugged. He is not an angel but I cannot recall a time when he was belligerent, mean, or disrespectful to anyone and I spend a lot of time with him and his sister.

His name brings to mind the ocean and how it was so essential to my life as a child and continues into adulthood. The ocean takes on many “moods”: calm and as smooth and reflective as glass; white capping and a little disturbed; or black, violent and turbulent with waves mounting high and with a roar crashing on the beaches. I remember the ocean in the back of our house in Kihei, Maui on so many mornings when we, as children, went to the beach. In my mind’s eye I see the ocean as we walked over that last crest of sand dunes…laid out like glittering crystal…not a ripple to be seen. Then there were the times when the wind was blowing so hard, and the sand was whipping across the beach stinging our legs bringing howls and tears of pain. Those were the times we ran as fast as we could straight into the water. For me the ocean was not only my playground, but a place to go to when I needed solitude time, reflective time, a time to be close to God – even when I didn’t know Him very well. Then there is the sweet aroma of the ocean…nothing in the world can replace that special scent that only comes when you are in close proximity to the ocean.

So much of my childhood was spent on the beach and because we were always barefoot, our treks to the beach were a journey in itself. The sand was always so hot that we had to run; hopefully finding little clumps of plant life where we would stand long enough to cool our tootsies, and then dash onto the next clump of green.

Remembrances of beach time were gathering shells with Tutu Rose to make shell leis (some of which I still own and use), gathering limu (sea weed), a’ama crabs and other Hawaiian edibles, again with Tutu Rose, all which we helped to prepare and eat. I must admit…a few of those edibles I could not eat.

Photo of a shell lei Tutu Rose made with shells I had gathered with her when I was a child. She's been gone 50 years now, so imagine how old this is.

Many times my uncle would take all of us to the beach at night to catch sand crabs. Armed with buckets and flashlights, we would be so excited. The buckets were buried in the sand up to the rim and the flashlights were used to either lure the crabs into the buckets, or it would lure the crabs toward you so that you could catch them…yes, barehanded! Me?…I was petrified. When they came toward me I would throw either the flashlight or limu at them. My uncle and siblings would get on my case because I would literally smash them little suckers. By the time we got home Tutu Rose would’ve already started the water boiling. Crabs were washed, dumped into the pot, and in no time at all, we all shared in a great Crab Fest. My love for the ocean has never waned even though I’ve been totally removed from it for so many years.

Aloha…Y’all till next time.

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Birds of Paradise

2009-09-29T13:00:00.001-07:00

This weekend I’ve been invited to participate in a local arts/crafts/whatever show. The call to participate was a surprise because, although I knew the show was happening, I had not intended on hanging any of my artwork…one reason being that I did not have the equipment (i.e. racks, canopy, etc.) and didn’t really want the hassle of gathering up all the necessary equipment. The promoter of the show visited my online gallery, called me and said she really liked my work and would I consider showing my work at her upcoming event. Told her what my dilemma was and her response was that she would help me with anything that I needed. To make a long story short, I will be hanging my work this weekend. Once I had decided to do this I realized that I did not have any smaller pieces to show so thought I should get busy and hopefully come up with a couple of pieces. Wracked my brain for a subject and came up with “Birds of Paradise.” I did these in such a hurry and it shows, but all considering, I do like them and will show them on Saturday…especially since I have no other smaller pieces. I really enjoyed doing these so may just continue with more birds of paradise, but will certainly take more time and care.

The scarlet I’iwi (ee-EE-vee) or Hawaiian Honeycreeper. Although only 6” long, this bird is one of the most spectacular and beautiful birds found in the Hawaiian Islands. It’s long peach-colored, sickle-shaped beak probes for nectar from tubular-type flowers, feeding primarily on the Ohi’a nectar, but also catching butterflies, moths, and other insects. That squeaky, irritating sound you may hear is their song…a surprise for such a beautiful bird.

Its orange-red feathers, which were used to make the feather capes, helmets and other apparel and symbols of Hawaiian royalty was very much valued and sought after in Hawai’i’s days of old. To get these feathers, the royal bird catcher went into the forests seeking out the trees with blossoms that attracted the I’iwi. A sticky sap was smeared on the branches of the selected trees. Often times the bird catcher would imitate the bird’s song or recite a special chant to lure more birds. Once the I’iwi landed on the sap, he would be pa’a (stuck) and easily captured.
Although the species does live in drier areas on Hawai'i as low as about 1,000', it is most commonly found above 3,200' of elevation, where disease-carrying mosquitoes are not present. I'iwi are still fairly common on most of the islands, it is rare on O'ahu and Moloka'i and no longer found on Lana'i. Most of the decline is blamed on loss of habitat, as native forests are cleared for farming, grazing, and development. Another threat has been the spread of avian malaria.

The Raggiana is a rather large bird, measuring approximately 13” in length. Its habitat is primarily in southern and northeastern New Guinea. It is the national bird of Papua, New Guinea and appears on their national flag. The adult male has trailing orange plumes, green chin, and yellow crown and nape. The female is dull brown. They are very vocal. Flight is undulating and floppy.
Many people consider the Raggiana among the most beautiful and interesting of all birds because of their spectacular plumage and intricate mating dances. Plumage varies from all black to red, orange and iridescent green, to muted shades of brown. They are related to crows, and share such characteristics as strong feet and toes, a strong beak, good flying endurance, and loud voices.
The PNG government allowed the capture and export of three species by Honolulu Zoo in 1987. Since then Honolulu Zoo has successfully propagated all three: Raggiana Bird of Paradise (Count Raggia's Bird of Paradise, or simply the Raggia), Magnificent Bird of Paradise and Superb Bird of Paradise.

Red Crested Cardinal (Paroaria coronata) is a bird species in the tanager family of birds. It is found in northern Argentina, Bolivia, southern Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay. It is about 7.5 “ in length and was introduced to Hawai’i in 1930 from South America. The Red-crested Cardinal feeds on the ground for seeds, plant matter, insects, and fruit. Often found in pairs or small family groups. Also known as the Brazilian Cardinal. With its introduction to Hawai’i, it has become one of its more common birds.

Whoops, almost forgot…these paintings are oil on 8x10 canvas board. They are just finished so the paint is still wet. I still need a little bit more tweaking. You can contact me my email if you are interest in purchasing. Hope you enjoyed this posting. My apologies for the poor quality of the photos.

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Kai - A Boy & His Ball (cont.)

2009-09-18T06:50:00.000-07:00

Kai - A Boy and His Ball
16x20 oil

Sorry, I just realize it has been about ten days since I posted progress on this piece...long overdue. Unfortunately the photo is not true to color and I am disappointed in it; however, that is usually the case...a photo never does the real thing justice. A lot more yet to do on it, but other than the fact that I think more dark/light contrast is needed and he seems to appear older, I am pleased with it.

I'm not particularly fond of the title so I'm open to suggestions. Usually, I come up with a title at the onset of a piece or when I am in the actual creating/painting, but this time I can't get past my "temporary" title. That could mean that this is what the title should be...???

I live next door to my son and his family so quite often my mo'opuna will drop by for visits. While doing this painting Kai would pop in, look at the painting and make comment when something didn't look quite right or ask "why" I did such and such a particular way. For instance, he looked sad in the painting and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Kai walks in and says, "Tutu, my mouth is too low." That was exactly what was wrong...the downward curve of his mouth was too downturned. When that adjustment was made, he looked pensive not sad...just as I was trying to achieve. Too many times adults don't listen to what the children have to say and if we took the time to listen, it is amazing what we can learn from them.

Aloha till next time.

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Pele - Stories of the Fire Goddess

2009-09-13T11:57:00.001-07:00

“Reconciliation”
18x24 oil on stretched canvas
$350.00

My rendering of Ho’opa’a (chanters) reconciling to the one God Almighty and the rejection of the goddess Pele
(see her in upper left sky).

Pele, known by Hawaiians to be the mighty and powerful fire goddess who, through myth and legend is, even to this day revered and respected by many native Hawaiians. In Hawaiian folklore she is reported to appear as a tall, beautiful young woman, or sometimes as wrinkled, old woman. I believe a large part of this reverence exhibited was the result of “first-hand” encounters and sightings…or at least perceived sightings of this fabled goddess. There are stories told that before the volcano erupted Pele was seen, sometimes in the company of a little white dog, walking in the area of the volcano. Today hula halau (schools of dance) dance to her honor, not necessarily that they believe she exists, but because it is tradition.

My nephew tells this story of driving with a friend late at night through a desolate area of lava beds on the Kohala coast of the Big Island and coming on a woman walking alone. They stopped to give her a ride and after going a short way, turned to speak to her only to find the rear seat of the car empty. He said his hair at the back of his neck stood on end and he knew he had just had a Pele encounter. My nephew’s recounting of his experience is just one of many such tales. Questionable?? No doubt, but each one telling of their “sightings” swears on their lives that it really happened.

My Tutu Rose believed in Pele - maybe believed is not the right word to use here, but I remember her warnings that we should always revere Pele. She used to tell us that if a woman, whether old or young, appeared at our door for a “handout” – never, ever refuse her request because it would be disrespectful and she would show her displeasure in a not so pleasurable way. As a little girl the Pele stories always intrigued me…I don’t know if I really believed or was just afraid not to believe.

Just had a thought...let me introduce you to this wonderful lady...Tutu Rose. She was always there for us, no matter what the circumstances. I remember her getting up to dance the hula during a family night of "kanikapila" (make music)and this was when she was well into her sixties. I loved my Tutu very much and miss her. She was huge influence on my life.

I mention in one of my earlier blogs how so much of who we are stem back to our childhood events...that goes doubly for the people who came before us...our ohana. They have all molded our character and if we are fortunate enough, we draw all the positive we can from their teachings.

Mahalo Nui Loa Kupuna (Thank you very much grandparent) and aloha till next time.

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KAI - A Boy and His Ball

2009-09-08T11:39:00.001-07:00

This is slow going because other than the fact that I have not spent everyday painting, I am being meticulous about detail. I have done the underpainting, put the books on the bookshelf and tried to individualize each one. After that dries I will glaze over to blend into the chiaroscuro area behind his head. This is my first attempt at this technique, but I think this painting lends itself beautifully to that technique. For those who aren’t into art…Wikipedia defines chiaroscuro this way…

Chiaroscuro (Italian for light-dark) is a term in art for a contrast between light and dark. The term is usually applied to bold contrasts affecting a whole composition, but is also more technically used by artists and art historians for the use of effects representing contrasts of light, not necessarily strong, to achieve a sense of volume in modeling three-dimensional objects such as the human body.

I don’t know what it is about this picture…is it just the sweet, loving child that he is that makes it so special for me? He looks kind of sad here…I need to correct that because he is not. I think it might be the droop of his lip/mouth…too much. I posted the reference photo on first posting; just click this link if you want to look at it again.

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OMG…Found This Wonderful Photograph

2009-09-04T18:31:00.000-07:00

I have come to the conclusion today that I have way too much going on simultaneously. I paint, I write children’s stories (strictly for my mo’opuna), I am writing my memoirs and journal through scrap booking, and I’ve added my blog…all of this so that my progeny will know those who have come before them. I believe that leaving a “trail” for those who follow you is very important. A large part of who you are is not only traced through your blood lines – but also through your upbringing, environment and events throughout your life that negatively or positively shape the person you become. When you get to my age you will come to realize that all that you’ve personally experienced comes rushing back, in some cases, like powerful waves pounding the beaches…sometimes like gentle waves whispering those memories as they wash over island shores.

Anyhow let me get to the fun stuff…this photograph I rediscovered today while scrap booking. The reason I even found this is because my grandniece who looks exactly like her grandmother (Glori in the picture below) wanted to know what her grandmother looked like when she was younger. Unfortunately, not as clear as I would've liked it to be.

All four sisters are pictured here. I’ve laid out names I could remember by their positions. Fortunately, I was able to crop photo to what I've posted below.

Gloriann and Leina'ala

Charlene, me way in the back (white lei on head)

I was a mere child and along with my three sisters, being Hawaiian young ladies, had to learn to do the hula. Our teacher was our Auntie Hilda (I think I mentioned her in an earlier blog)…anyhow she was a strict teacher, from the big city of Honolulu who moved to small town Kihei on the island of Maui after she married one of my uncles. Glori, the eldest, was IMHO beautiful. She had 6-pak abs; long, long legs; and “stacked.” When she was home from school, with her girlfriends from boarding school I was always in awe…but then I was the “baby sister” and anything my older sisters did I soaked up like a sponge. This event is called an Uniki, which is a graduation for hula classes. I remember that we did it in the VERY old Kihei Theater (I'm pretty sure it was the early 50's). Let me describe the theater; the screen was on the stage you see there and the audience sat on old wooden benches and bleachers on dirt floors. If you looked up you could see the stars. I remember being so nervous about performing and looked to my sisters for encouragement. At least this is the way I remember it...memories have a way of looking different through different eyes.

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Yay...I want to paint

2009-08-31T12:16:00.000-07:00

After three weeks of not really being inspired or motivated to paint, I have finally "felt" like getting back into it. I'm pretty sure it has been because I haven't been feeling up to par and just lacked the enthusiasm. From time to time; however, the fog lifted enough from my brain to be able to blog.

I have three wonderful grandchildren who will indulge me by letting me take their pictures with the intent of getting a shot that would be perfect to paint. My oldest grandson Kalani (the heaven) is now in college...OMG where has the time gone!! The other two still at home are Kai (ocean) who is eight and Kiana (Hawaiian for Diana) is four. I love their Hawaiian names so I will be using them here. Needless to say, I must have hundreds of photos of them that I think would make wonderful paintings.

Spending the day with my two younger grandchildren a while back, I caught my 8-year old grandson in this great pose. Not a staged shot...just him being engrossed watching TV. I loved his expression and demeanor. He was totally oblivious to the fact that he was being photographed. Kai is a warm, lovable child who loves giving and receiving hugs. I live in an apartment which is an add-on to the main house and he almost always will come by on the way to do his chores to say "good morning Tutu." Kiana is a pistol. Smart beyond her years and has been conversing fluently since she was two, or maybe even earlier. It seems like she has always been speaking in sentences. She is the princess, a beauty with a mind of her own and a strong will. She comes to visit me frequently. Will on many occasions sneak in and try to scare me...she'll accomplish that on every try. I have a photo of her which I will be painting at a later time. I've painted each of them before and will probably continue to use them as subjects.

My mo'opuna (grandchildren) are God's reward. I'm sure all you grandparents out there feel just as I do. A thought I just had...if a woman thought about having children and the responsibilities it entails...playing such a huge role in the outcome of a person's life...we may think twice about becoming a mother. However, on the other side of the coin...with good, nurturing parenting we are rewarded with grandchildren. Hmmmm...come to think of it, for some, even without good, nurturing parenting we are still rewarded with grandchildren. I love being a grandmother.

Anyhow, this project will keep me busy for a while. I will post my progress at major steps. Right now, I am contemplating...OK, where do I start?

More later.

HA - The Breath

2009-08-28T13:35:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wondered what the name Hawai'i meant? Let me translate literally for you.
HA - the Breath; WAI - the water (fresh water); I - God
Therefore, the Breath and Water of God

A visual; the breath of God constantly and gently bathe the islands in tradewinds as He all the while provides life-sustaining rains and surrounding oceans and rivers filled with nourishment for the people of this land since the beginning of time.

From this translation we come to the word "haole." Ha - breath, ole - not, without, lacking; therefore, no breath. It is a word used to describe the foreigner by the natives in the early days of the arrival of explorers such as Captain Cook and the coming of the missionaries. The form of greeting between the Hawaiian people was the rubbing of noses and the exchange of breath. This exchange was meaningful in the sense of indicating camaraderie, trust between the parties, and sharing of their essence. The missionaries and explorers would not participate in this greeting; and were therefore, referred to as Haole. I cannot, in my research, learn why the early foreign visitors to Hawai'i did not comply with this traditional greeting. I would think that on discovering a new land, an explorer would not hesitate to learn and participate in a tradition of its people in order to understand the tradition and lifestyle of a newly discovered culture. Could it have been a matter of personal hygiene or just the fact that the gesture was far too personal to share with a heathen? Haole...not a derogatory term in itself, but it may have become more so in modern times as more and more foreigners made their way to Hawai'i.

A preliminary sketch of a piece I would like to do depicting “HA – the Breath.” The young Hawaiian warrior has returned home after an extended ocean journey in his double-hulled canoe.

My Hawaiian dictionary translates the word haole simply as "white person" be he American, Englishman, Caucasian...formerly any foreigner, i.e. of foreign origin. There is also the term ho'ohaole, which is to act like a white person, to ape the white people or assume airs of superiory. A term most often used toward the hapa-haole (half-white) Hawaiian. I am hapa-haole, raised in Hawai'i the Hawaiian way and as a young woman moved to the mainland. When I went home for a visit many years later, a couple of islanders used that term to describe me...a term I didn't take kindly to. Personally, I use the term to identify a white person, just as I would say Chinese or Japanese or Black to identify a person of that race. I've been told that such descriptive terms are not politically correct. It surprises me that someone would be offended by being described by their race.

Unknown to most are the underlying prejudices that exist among the Hawaiian people which have developed over the years since the coming of the white man. Those prejudices are still evident now in the 21st century. It is more than the original travelers not exchanging the breath...it is the capturing and demise of a nation...it is the loss of a culture...it is the demeaning of a once proud race brought to its knees by greed. The bright side is the resurgence of a people who are not willing to sit back and watch it all slip away. The renaissance of Hawai'i has come through King David Kalakaua and his reinstating of the hula. The renaissance has been fueled by those who truly want to know from where they came...a movement that continues to grow in strength to the point that peoples of other nations want and do share in the wonderful art form of the Hula.

His Hawaiian Majesty David Kalakaua wrote in February, 1887 about the Hawaiian people: "Within a century they have dwindled from four hundred thousand healthy and happy children of nature, without care and without want, to a little more than a tenth of that number of landless, hopeless victims to the greed and vices of civilization. They are slowly sinking under the restraints and burden of their surroundings, and will in time succumb to social and political conditions foreign to their natures and poisonous to their blood. Year by year their footprints will grow more dim along the sand of their reef-sheltered shores, and fainter and fainter will come their simple songs from the shadows of the palms, until finally their voices will be heard no more forever."

Sorry for the heaviness of the topic. It is worth knowing; however, why a word came into being.

Aloha nui loa for now.

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My Sisters

2009-08-27T11:28:00.000-07:00

It’s interesting that as you get older, that without having the intent, thoughts go back to earlier years.I’ve been told that this happens as you age, but being that I’ve never been at this space in time before I am just now discovering this to be fact. Can’t say whether I like it or not because then I have to admit that I am at that time of life. Actually a comfortable place to be, IMHO, because I am comfortable with who I am and am accepting of my past mistakes and human frailties.

I am remembering Wailuku, Maui in the mid ‘50’s. I had three older sisters… slim, long legs and extremely attractive. In order of age, they were Glori, Lei and Charlene…at least that’s the names I called them. They all had Hawaiian names, but Glori and Charlene went by their given English names. Lei did not have an English name and I was called by my Hawaiian name…Lokelani or Loke for short. Oh, almost forgot that we did have a brother…Kaiwa. He was the youngest of five and unfortunately he was kind of lost in the midst of all these women.

My sisters were popular, never lacking for dates. Needless to say our home never lacked for visiting young men. Glori and Charlene attended Kamehameha School for girls, a boarding school on the island of Oahu so other than holidays, they were gone for nine months out of the year. When they were home for summer vacation though they told stories of their in-school exploits…stories I loved hearing. Glori’s stories were the funniest because she was into everything. She was the “big man” on campus, had lots of boyfriends, and did crazy things. One story I remember really well is that after lights out she wanted to visit with the girls in other rooms, stripped down to her undies, climbed out the window and swung from window to window to get where she wanted to go. Can’t remember if she took her clothes with her. She told me this story herself so I have to assume it was for real. My sister Lei was an asthmatic through most of her childhood and spent a lot of time in the hospital. However, she still proved to be a typical teenager; having her share of boyfriends. In my opinion, compared to them, my life was pretty colorless.

Recently did this for a dyptich.
From front to back: Lei, Charlene and me.

More on Iao Valley

2009-08-23T10:17:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I blogged some on Iao Valley, a magnificent little valley on the island of Maui. I've since been reminded that according to stories and legends that have come to light from the pre-Christian days of Hawai'i, the Eternal Creator was also known as I'ao (Ee-yah-oy).

I'ao was the supreme light of the world. Iao Valley was named for this great diety. The rock pillar in the center of this valley, now commonly referred as "The Needle" was once a rock altar where the natives of Maui came to pay homage to their Lord I'ao. (excerpt from "Children of the Rainbow" by Leinani Melville).

At the head of the cast of the Hawaiian gods was the eternal creator, Teave (tay-ah-vay), also sometimes called I'O meaning soul, one's inner self. Teave was the "Soul of the World." I must say re-reading about the gods and religions of old and being a Christian, I find the similarities between the descriptions of old Hawai'i gods and the one true God so in tune with each other and their "positions" in the Heavenly hierarchy. I can't help but wonder if old Hawai'i was really a heathen nation (even with all their personal gods) they believed there was the Eternal Creator (the Father); Tane was the Son and all that emanated from the Father flowed through the Son. Is that not how Christians believe?...the Son, Jesus the Christ was in complete obedience to God the Father and all he did came from the Father.

Amazing food for thought.

Me ke aloha o Akua

P.S. Forgot to mention that Iao Valley was also the select spot for internment of the elite of the Hawaiian hierarchy. The bones of Hawaiian nobility were hidden so well within the valley so that they could not be found and desecrated.

Iao Valley

2009-08-22T07:54:00.000-07:00

My father was 100% Hawaiian, my mother maybe 1/8 Hawaiian. It was my mother’s family that we were closest to, learned things Hawaiian from and lived with my Tutu (grandmother) Rose off and on for many years. There were five of us. In order of birth there was; Gloriann, Leina’ala, Charlene, me Lokelani, and the only boy Kaiwa. We were pretty close in age and I often wonder how my mother kept her sanity raising us. I don’t believe she had much help from my father. I say that because as far back as I can remember, there were long spaces of time that he wasn’t with the family. I don’t know why, but that was the case. I do remember one of his absences though when he was gone for a long time. He went to what was Canton Island to work and was gone for a couple of years. My mom, with the help of her family, kept us together…for that I will always be thankful to her. A lot of what I learned of my heritage came almost exclusively from my Tutu Rose. She told us the stories and legends of Hawai’i, most of them scary and prayed every night to her gods. I learned on being a girl from my older sisters and also learned on what not to do and how to keep from getting into trouble from them.

To get a feel for painting landscapes, I did a practice piece of The Needle in Iao Valley on the island of Maui. What was a simple, practice landscape turned out to be a powerful reminder that touched my soul deeply. It took me back to my childhood…the fun, the trauma, my siblings, my family… the emotions it invoked completely overwhelmed me. Not only was I so touched by it, but so were the family members who viewed it. For some it brought tears, for others deep reflection of the memories that surfaced at dealing with that time of their lives. Maybe as someone mentioned…the lone figure…the lost little girl??

As children we (my siblings and cousins) would trek up to Iao Valley by way of a cow path that led out of the small cemetery at the end of Vineyard Street in the town of Wailuku. We would swim in the Wailuku Creek at the Mahi’s pond and other ponds on our way to Kepaniwai Park and The Needle. On the way we picked and ate guava and nuts; drank the fresh, cold, sweet water out of the creek; picked clusters of ti leaves and rode them down the muddy slopes. When the ginger was in bloom, the scent of the flowers permeated the valley so thickly that it felt that the scent was completely absorbed by your clothing and even your body.

I recall a time when we, my mother, Tutu Rose and the kids, went to Mahi’s pond for a family picnic. After swimming for a while I went back to the car to change my clothes and get ready for some lunch. When I was changed ready to return to the fun, I looked out the window and found myself and the car surrounded by cows. I was petrified. I screamed and screamed, crying like a baby for my mother. The cows just stood there through all my caterwauling looking at me as if I was a complete idiot. Needless to say, both Mama and Tutu came running to rescue me. When they saw what was really going on they both let me know how silly I was being and that the cows would not have hurt me. How was I to know that, I’d never been that close to cows before. Check out this fun sketch, which was done for one of my art forum challenges called Silly Situations.

I often wish my children and grandchildren could experience the innocence of that time.

Aloha for now.

Change of Pace

2009-08-14T13:41:00.000-07:00

It has been a while since I’ve done any serious drawing so as a change of pace I thought I would draw instead of paint for a couple of days. Needed a break from the painting anyway and could surely use the drawing practice. I did three pieces…

Started with a very intense portrayal of my nephew...Then onto a tender piece I call "Keiki Kane" (male child). Then decided to do a piece with more of a challenge. I have never attempted to do a drawing with this much detail before, but did enjoy doing it very much and love how it turned out.

The practice was good and I found my love for drawing again.

Make A Joyful Noise - Continued

2009-08-07T08:03:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry, didn't realize that it has been a while since I posted. Life gets in the way sometimes.

The word hula, the act of which is depicted in the painting below, literally translates as “dance.” As it is in so many other cultures, the hula was a religious ritual. Another translation of the word hula that I have read is…”a gift.” A gift to the gods in thanks for a reward of nourishment, both spiritual and physical. It is in the motions of the dancer that the offering was made. In other words, the hula was a way to communicate with the gods. The language of motion was not only sacred, but conveyed political, personal and profound views as well. As the word and concept evolved, the primary purpose of the hula remained the same…a means of communication. As a student of the hula, I was taught that the motions of the hula told a story. The story being told in the mele (song) which accompanied the dance. Sadly, the significance and importance of the hula degenerated into merely a form of entertainment for the tourist. In the past few years; however, a renaissance of the culture erupted into hundreds of hula halau (dance schools) being formed, not only in Hawai’i but in foreign lands as well. In the halau the kumu hula (dance teacher) teach the dance, culture and history of the Hawaiians/Polynesians to hundreds of eager students of varying ethnic backgrounds.

Taking an excerpt from an article written by Larry V. LeDoux for “Hawai’i” magazine.
“In the same way, mele (song) is both poetry and prayer – and often educational primer. In mele, language is essential. An old Hawaiian proverb states that, “In the word there is life. In the word there is death.” Words lend themselves to healing. Words lend themselves to destruction. This recognition of the power of language was and is vital to the Hawaiian artist, be he poet, priest or composer.

The mele had a significance to the Hawaiians which we – as members of a print-oriented culture – can never fully appreciate. In a culture with only an oral tradition, the olelo, or spoken word, holds a central place not only in communication but also in the transmission of culture. It was through chants that Hawaiians learned how to behave, how to plant, grow or harvest, fish or fight, build canoes or beat tapa, revere their elders, leaders and gods. Only through the chant could they learn how to mourn death, celebrate life, survive – and teach their youth as they had learned.”

What Mr. LeDoux does not mention here is a very important fact. It was also through chants that the genealogies of Hawaiian Ohana (family) were maintained. Each family had a primary person who was entrusted with the family genealogy, which was passed from one generation to another. Due to the fact that this was a culture with only an oral tradition, the importance of choosing the right person for this responsibility was paramount.

“Make A Joyful Noise”
Overall diptych: 31x24
Oil on stretched canvas

With this painting I am trying to bring the above explanation to the viewer. The olelo (spoken word) or mele (song) of the chanters, along with the movements and motions of the dancers, raise praises to the Almighty…always to His glory.

I’ve learned a lot doing this diptych. Firstly and most important is to make sure you have both sides ready for paint, (e.g. both sketched in) and that you have enough paint mixed, and making sure your values are correspondingly the same. As you can see in the above, I will have to make some adjustments. The story behind this painting is in the first post here .

Thanks for looking and your comments are most appreciated.

Family Portraits

2009-07-27T12:06:00.001-07:00

As most artists, I have done my share of family portraits and I would like to post some of them here. I’ve already posted a few of them such as “Captive Audience” and “Mo’opuna” (both in the post of Sunday, June 21, 2009) which are paintings of my grandchildren. Most recently, “From Whence I Come”… a portrait of my son showing his ethnicity (post of Monday, July 20, 2009).

"Soul Mates"
Private Collection
(16x20 oil...son and wife)

“Kalani”
Private Collection
(11x14 oil…oldest grandson)

“Kai"
Private Collection
(11x14 oil…youngest grandson)

“Keohokulani”
Private Collection
(18x24 portrait of oldest sister)

I’m getting ready to ship my sister’s portrait to her. Hope she likes it.

Aloha…that’s it for now.

From Whence I Come

2009-07-20T09:07:00.000-07:00

My niece, who is a Kumuhula (teacher of dance) has become one of my followers…Welcome Mo’ikeha. She posted this comment in response to the latest posting of “Make A Joyful Noise.” She is an exceptional hula dancer and teacher…who was born and raised in California and now resides on the Big Island of Hawaii. Not being raised in Hawai’i has not lessened her “Hawaiianess;” the love for her people and their history…her mother kept that alive for her and her siblings. On this subject she is very passionate. That explanation aside, I want to post her comment here as my blog entry for today.

Aloha Auntie Loke…I love your blog site and your paintings. Especially, the ones depicting your sisters. When i started reading your bio i was offended and i will tell you why. First off I don't know if you wrote the bio or someone for you, since it is written that way, but here goes: Yes, we are related to Ali'i of Hawaii, which there are many, but the famous Navigating King Mo'ikeha is not a name that is "meaningless today", ask any Kumuhula or historian of Hawaii and they all know very well who you are speaking of. I don't want any of your readers thinking this way, because our Kupuna Mo'ikeha had a son named La'amaikahiki and who brought to Hawaii the 'temple drums'. Never before in Hawaii. This is very significant to hula and hula is not just another dance. It is the most stunning and meaningful of all of Polynesian dances. Hula documents the history of Hawaii, its environment and its people. It is poetry in motion. So La'a brought the temple drums to Hawaii and taught the hulas that go with them. Some believe that Laka, who is an important god of the hula was really, La'a, but that over the years names were changed as dialects change. I know Auntie you understand how important this is to Hawaii. There is a chant that is known by every Kumuhula (hula teacher). It is 'Eia Hawaii', also known as 'the Mo'ikeha' chant. Kamahualele, Mo'ikeha's astrologer/seerer, chanted this upon their arrival for the first time to Hawaii. A very significant chant that is still used today.
THE NAME MO'IKEHA CAN BE DESCRIBED AS ONE WHO FOLLOWS A COURSE OF ACTION, TO MASTER SPIRITUAL KNOWLEDGE, TO ATTAIN GREAT HEIGHTS, TO OVERCOME OBSTICLES AND SUFFERING..Ka Heke O Na Pua...the greatest of his descendents. I carry this name with great pride and for the reader who doesn't know Hawaii, a name is never forgotten.....God Bless you, Auntie Loke and all who took the time to read this long comment!
(Translations: Ali'i = royalty; kupuna = ancestors; La'a = dedicated, set apart for special purposes; La'amaikahiki = saying La'a was from Tahiti.)

To Kumu Mo’ikeha…I do know all you state above, but thank you so much for saying it with so much passion so that those who visit my blog will know that it is this passion I strive to show in my paintings. I know I come through the line of Mo’ikeha, the mighty Polynesian navigating king, a fact that I am so very proud of. I am extremely proud of the fact that my maiden name is Mo'ikeha and even if I don't use that name in everyday, I KNOW it's importance in my culture.

In this blog and in my bio I am speaking to people from all cultures who may or may not know their roots, but have pride in who they are and where they come from. Those of my culture hopefully know, through my paintings, what speaks to my heart.

“FROM WHENCE I COME”
Private Collection
Son’s portrait showing his ethnicity

This article has given me the opportunity to show another of my paintings…it goes right along with the topic. A painting idea I carried with me since my son was very young. I’m not totally happy with it, so plan to either rework it or do another. I'm sure an explanation is not necessary here, but just in case, the Indian image is Cherokee.

I have been looking for other topics besides painting to add interest to my blog and I think the history of my culture would be very interesting. Maybe even some childhood stories, legends from my Tutu (grandmother), and maybe adding a painting or sketch along with the story. Let me know what you think about this?

Aloha until next time…

Make A Joyful Noise - Finish Part 1, Start Part 2

2009-07-16T09:43:00.000-07:00

This is it…finally finished (with minor adjustments after it dries). If you recall back in my blog post of June 13, 2009, I gave the history of this piece. I witnessed this powerful event in 1992 and decided that someday I would attempt to paint it. I did a piece from memory last year and titled it “Reconciliation;” it did not reflect, for me, what I had in mind. It did; however, serve the purpose of conveying the message that Hawaiians turned from their gods and goddess of old to accept the one Christian God. I stumbled on the negatives of the photos, which I couldn’t believe I still had, developed them to be used as reference…coming up with what you see above.

“Reconciliation”

18x24 oil on stretched canvas
Available for sale

Now, moving on to part 2 of this diptych…here is the start.

That day on the rim of Halema’uma’u there were about 30 dancers, so you can just imagine the power that emanated from the chanters and dancers …SPECTACULAR. These three dancers symbolize those 30 dancers. The pose is in praise of the Almighty, their features are of myself and my sisters. In searching photos for features for the dancers, I thought why not use our features…we were, after all, hula dancers from the time we were kids into adulthood. Using our features, I thought, would make it extra special…a family heirloom…maybe!!

A little story behind that… growing up, it was expected that young Hawaiian girls learn to dance the hula. My Auntie Hilda was recruited for that job and was a tough taskmaster. There were five of us…four girls and one boy. The boy was the youngest (poor kid) and I was the youngest of the four girls. My older sisters were ruthless and harassed me constantly about my dancing ability. So much so that I grew to hate the hula, and vowed to develop into a better dancer than any of them were. Whether I was able to accomplish that would be a matter of opinion among the four of us.

I don't want to bore you with the progress, so I will post this painting again when totally completed, unless I hear from someone to the contrary.

Aloha until next time.

2009-07-12T11:56:00.000-07:00

These paintings were done as a birthday gift for my daughter-in-law, but I'm posting them here so that you can see other works that I have done. These are 9x12 oil on stretched canvas.

More...Make A Joyful Sound

2009-07-05T17:30:00.001-07:00

To those following the progress of this painting, it looks like I may be able to complete it in a few days if I persevere and paint instead of spending time on the computer. This is a diptych so I am anxious to begin sketching the companion painting.

Available Paintings

2009-07-04T09:07:00.000-07:00

"Mahalo Ke Akua"
18x24 oil on stretched canvas
$500.00
Photo credit to Richard A. Cooke III
Photographer with National Geographic

"Can't Hide From Him"
18x24 oil on stretched canvas
$500.00
Photo credit to Phil Pegg, contributor to Image Library

"Forgiveness"
16x20 oil on stretched canvas
$370.00

This painting was created from my imagination for a challenge to reflect the
scripture...Psalm 40:2

Juried Art Show

2009-07-02T15:32:00.000-07:00

A few days ago I received the expected rejection letter from the organization that I submitted work to for consideration for selection to a local art show. All submitted works were reviewed by a one-man jury. It is an art show that I have attended in the past, which I really enjoyed and also one that I submitted pieces to last year…was rejected then also. I looked back over last year’s submission and realized that I was not ready and that the rejection was a fair one. This year I felt I was much improved and my paintings reflected that. However, I was not optimistic about being selected at the onset, but thought I would go ahead and submit my work, along with the fee and an artist’s statement. I told myself I would not be disappointed if I was not selected, considering the hundreds of exceptional artists, locally and out-of-town, who submit each year. All that being said, I was more disappointed than I thought I would be. Did my “pity pot” for a couple of days and am back at it with renewed vigor. I recently read an article on rejection that helped immensely. Below is an excerpt taken from Tony Moffitt’s blog, written by guest blogger, Heather Brown Truman. Visit Tony’s blog at http://tonymoffitt.blogspot.com - he has some great, invaluable information to help artists at all levels deal with every aspect of the art world.

Rejection, it’s Good For The Ego. How does one deal with the inevitable rejections that we get along the path of the creative? Well, one of the best ways to deal with rejection is to embrace it. Yes, I said embrace it. Learn to love rejection, failure and disappointments.
Rejection is our friend; it tames the ego, creates drive and ambition, and clears the mind. Rejection is always part of the path, for any endeavor, creative or not. You will encounter it at every turn, even if you are the most creative, most skilled and most passionate person in the world. Rejection is a numbers game. I feel pretty good when I get a rejection notice. Why you ask? Why good and not bad or self-pity? Every single NO is another no on the way to my YES. You have to accept that fact. If you allow yourself to take rejection to heart, you will die, wither on the vine of life and give up. If you fear rejection you will never succeed.
Your ego is not that fragile, your work is important to you and the world. We take rejection because it is part of living; it is part of the equation of life itself. It only matters what you think of yourself, your own work, and your desire to accomplish whatever it is that you are working towards. Never ever, let anyone disrupt the relationship you have with yourself; it is the most important relationship you will ever have in this world.

So, fellow artists…embrace those rejections…don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough. Here are a couple of the paintings I submitted, they are available.

Back To "Make A Joyful Noise."

2009-06-26T12:54:00.001-07:00

It has been a few days since I last posted here; however, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been working on this project. This is where we last left it.

This is what it looks like now. You may ask…”What happened?” I asked myself that when I realized…”OMG, that is all wrong.”

That white splotch in the center is the result of having to remove what was previously there. I was pleased with the faces…but that figure’s body was way out of proportion. It was sitting too tall for the rest of the figures causing it’s torso to be elongated and its upper arm to be hugely long. Prior to removing this area, I had painted in the entire upper body area when I realized what a screw-up I had done. So, I removed as much of the paint as I could with solvent and a rag. Then I scraped, used more solvent and wiped, then scraped some more. I then sketched it back in…surprisingly I think it’s closer to likeness now. That's a plus.

One of the things I’ve learned with this painting is that, even with what you perceive to be a detailed drawing, when it comes to laying in the paint and you are meticulously putting in all the details, that’s when you realize how much you messed up with the drawing. I don't feel bad about that mistake and having to scrape...I read somewhere in one of my art magazines, even great artists have had to make such corrections. I figure I'm in good company.

Aloha for now.

A Break from Project

2009-06-21T14:28:00.000-07:00

Although I am very much entrenched in the painting “Make a Joyful Noise,” I thought we’d take a break from that and I would post a few of my early pieces.

The following is my first project and my first portrait after enrolling in oil painting class. Not only did I surprise my instructor with this piece, I surprised myself as well – that I was able to accomplish this. This I titled, “Kumu Hula,” which means dance teacher. I was planning to show this in a local art exhibition; but when the painting was completed she looked so much like my sister who was deceased that I couldn’t show it, because I couldn’t sell it. It now hangs in her daughter’s studio who is a Kumu Hula. (oil on 18x24 stretched canvas.)

This portrait of my grandchildren was actually, as I look back, really an ambitious project for me to attempt at that level of skill, but I wanted the challenge. It is oil on 22x28 stretched canvas. I painted it as a Christmas gift for my son and his wife. If I remember right, I started this in July and finished it early December.

This piece I titled “Captive Audience.” It was taken from a photo I took of my three-year old granddaughter; all dressed up in her pink tutu and her pink “Hello Kitty” boots. It was late November and this was the outfit of her choice for that day and to top it all…she wanted to show her daddy, who happened to be outdoors doing a chore, how pretty she was. It was a cold afternoon, but we could not change her mind about going out in the cold in that outfit. Catching her in this pose was priceless. A picture just begging to be captured on canvas. I’ve changed her surroundings to be indoors dancing for her “babies,” thus “Captive Audience.” (oil on 20x24 stretched canvas.)

Make A Joyful Noise - Continued

2009-06-18T08:13:00.000-07:00

Continuing on…after putting in the background I glazed over the sides and interior of the crater to push it into the background. I will have to do it again for more distance. Next, I put the faces in…that was for my benefit because I was tired of looking at just the whiteness of the characters. Giving them faces gave me more interest. The ground of this area of performance was gravel and since I was going for realism I wanted that to look real as well. To get that realism I experimented with brushwork and colors on a separate canvas and also studied other paintings that showed that type of landscape. I think I’ve come close to achieving that look, but will have to tweak it some more and then work it where it fades into the distance. I must say here that I did expect this to be a challenge, but it has turned out to be more of a challenge than anticipated. However, I am enjoying the challenge.

Okay…moving on to the Lauhala matting. I put in all the vertical lines (I think you can see it in this photo) using a ruler and thin paint brush to lay in the lines. Then, as I was about to put in the horizontal lines I realized that the weave lines of the mat were actually supposed to be on a diagonal (insert is an example). OMG…could not believe that. Totally frustrated I had to remove all those lines and start over…AAARGG!! Yes I do intend to paint in all those little squares…am I nuts???

Whew…matting in. Nearly drove me crazy, but it’s done…yay!! Will have to lighten it up some in places to show where the sun is most intense. I’ll try to do that by glazing over the affected sections. Needless to say, this took several days. For my sanity, I could only work on it in short blocks of time.

This is where I am now. Did work some on the gravely affect in the background to show distance. Any critique or comment you may want to make is more than welcomed.

That’s it for now.

ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!

2009-06-15T11:21:00.000-07:00

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY

It’s my very own special day…MY BIRTHDAY. I won’t tell you how old I am, but I will tell you that I’ve been around long enough to have two little grandchildren appear at my door at 7:00 a.m. singing the Happy Birthday song. That is the wonderful up side of being a Tutu (that’s Hawaiian for grandmother).

Since it is my birthday, I get to relax and do whatever I want to right?? Well today I’m going to give you a break from my painting process, which I am taking a break from, and post a couple of my paintings that I recently completed and have sent to a jury for selection to a local exhibit.

This one is entitled "Beauty in Simplicity"

I call this "Behold His Glory"

This one is "Morning Dew"

I don't usually do floral, but needed a change of pace and in doing so discovered that I really do enjoy doing them.

More...Make A Joyful Sound

2009-06-14T06:52:00.000-07:00

This is where we left the painting process yesterday. A detailed sketch on a 24x30 inch, gallery wrapped, stretched canvas that, in my opinion and the opinion of other artists, was not working. Two strong focuses would be detracting to the viewer because each focus is fighting for attention. One suggestion from a fellow forum member was to turn this painting into a diptych. After thinking about it for a couple of months…I took a hand saw, unstapled the canvas on the dancers’ side and sawed the canvas in two. Here’s what I got…(up close shot).

I then laid in the sky and roughed in the background.

So much more to do. What did I get myself into?

Aloha...see you tomorrow.

Make A Joyful Noise

2009-06-13T06:34:00.000-07:00

“Make a Joyful Noise” is the title of the piece I am working on now. I started it quite a while ago, but put it aside because I was having quite a few challenges with the concept.

This is the history of this painting. As a staff member of “Aloha Festivals” on the Big Island of Hawaii quite a few years ago I had to be in attendance at an event that took place at the rim of Halema’uma’u Crater. The event was the Investiture of the Aloha Festivals Royal Court. An Investiture is a ceremony to invest with authority or right. A large part of the ceremony was the appearance of the Hula Halau O Kekuhi (dance school) chanters and dancers. The chanters were so emotional and powerful in their delivery of the chants that I knew someday I would paint that scene. But how do you paint that kind of emotion? It has proven to be a challenge. I’ll try to take you through the process.

This is the preliminary sketch

Then it was transferred in two separate segments to a 24x30 canvas with the aid of a grid.

And more detail added

At this point I knew it wasn’t going to work because I had two main focuses, chanters and dancers, vying for the spotlight. After receiving a number of suggestions from artists on my art forums I decided to set it aside for a while, about three months to be exact.

I have resumed this painting and will show more steps tomorrow

Who Am I??

2009-06-12T15:05:00.000-07:00

The following is an excerpt from the June-July 2009 issue of International Artist. In the “The Art of the Portrait” section of the magazine, Nelson Shanks was interviewed by Lauren Harris. The article describes Mr. Shanks as “…acclaimed modern Realist.” He spoke with Lauren Harris about his perspectives on the modern aesthetic, education, technique and realism in the twenty and twenty-first centuries.”

Ms. Harris asked the question; “What learning experiences do you feel are crucial in the education of a Realist artist today? What advice would you offer an artist beginning to seek his or her education?”

This is Mr. Shank’s response: “I think the first thing an artist should seek to achieve is drawing excellence, then color and then integration of the two. The strongest advice I could give to someone who seriously wants to be educated as an artist as opposed to a secondary school teacher or something else – is to avoid degree-granting universities and colleges’ art departments. There is such a conflict (within those institutions) on many levels, beginning with goals. The real goal (at most colleges and universities) is to get the degree – the piece of paper. Also, after generations of downward-spiraling measures of competence among faculty, the teaching level as dropped to a point where it is of little, if any, value. The aesthetic culture is derivative of the decreasing competence levels; therefore, what they define as art has ventured far away from anything I would often consider art, or have any interest in regardless of definition.”

I am a self-taught artist and I preface my first blog entry with Mr. Shank’s statement not to make excuses for the fact that I am self-taught, but to make known that one does not have to have a degree to be an artist…at least in the opinion of one of the foremost Realist artists of today. Nelson Shanks is also the founder and Artistic Director of Studio Incamminati.

I have attended art classes, studied countless artists and their techniques (thank God for the internet), studied and viewed the Masters, read as much on the subject as time would permit and basically just jumped in there with brushes loaded and painted. I consider myself a student…always learning, constantly striving for improvement. My only regret is that I wish I had taken the creating of art more seriously earlier in life.

Tomorrow, God willing, I will begin posting a piece that I’ve been working on for quite sometime. Fortunately, I’ve kept a photo record of the process and will take you through the trials and errors of this piece.