AcrylicWorks Three Painting Selections

I’m very happy to say that I have had two paintings selected to appear in the next edition of the AcrylicWorks “Best of Acrylic Painting” book series, by North Light Publishing. “The Arrival” and “Avian Communication in the Apocalyptic Mind” will both be included in the next edition. More information about the book will be available as we get closer to the publication date. thearrival
The Arrival

Avian Communication in the Apocalyptic Mind

North Star in Progress Animation

The animation above shows a quick version of the steps involved in painting my canine companion Guinness, the subject of the painting, “North Star”.

Here’s the painting in progress in my studio. I liked the look of the hat that’s sitting on the top of my board better than the original that Guinness posed with, so painted from it, and used a third hat for reference for the plaid pattern.

The finished painting can be seen below and in person at the “Good Dog, Better Art” exhibit now showing at Sidetracked Studio, Evanston IL. The show will run until July 4. Not only is this a great show, a portion of all sales proceeds will go to Trio Animal Foundation with matching funds from Apple! Whether you are an art lover, or a dog lover, or both like yours truly, you owe it to yourself to stop by and check out the show.

“Good Dog, Better Art”
Sidetracked Studio
707 Chicago Avenue
Evanston, Illinois 60202

North Star 24x18” acrylic on panel

The Jealous Moon

The Jealous Moon 32x23x4” acrylic, wood, speciality varnish, carved wood skull ornament.

Mr Dankquart was usually very good about including explanations of what his discovered artifacts represented when he sent them to me. This piece was no exception. Taken from what he believes to be a temple or observatory, it tells the story of The Jealous Moon.

There was a time, long ago, when the Moon was the most dazzling object in the night sky. He shone proudly in the darkness, emerald blue with a bright aura of pure gold. He boasted lands that were a verdant paradise, rich with plants and animals whose shapes and colors defy imagination. His blue green waters were cool and clear and the air was silvery pure. The Moon continually bragged about his appearance to the other worlds because he knew he was the most handsome of them all. But the Moon, while beautiful, was also lazy and gluttonous. He did not care about the creatures who lived on his world or for the water that flowed upon it. Instead, he consumed them all with abandon, never stopping to consider the consequences of his actions. He devoured the plants and animals of the land, and drank the oceans dry, and he didn’t stop until he was nothing more than a cold barren rock.

After that the Moon no longer shone emerald blue in the darkness, no longer did he boast an aura of pure gold. Instead he hung, empty and black, like a hole cut in the velvet cloth of the night sky. He became angry and as he looked upon the other worlds he became jealous of their beauty. One night he decided he could stand no more. He wanted to be bright and shining again. And so he looked to his neighbor, Earth, with her green forests and clear waters. He became infatuated with one of the daughters of the Earth, who cared for all the creatures of the air, the birds and insects. If she were to live with him she would surely return color and joy to his lifeless domain.

And so, one day, while the Earth slept, he crept close, and as she cared for her winged creatures, he grabbed the daughter of the Earth by her hands and wings, (for they were nearly the same) and began to race off with her, to return to his place in the night sky.

As they rose into space the daughter of the Earth began to glow, not the golden glow the Moon once flashed, but the glow of heat and flame. Her wings began to burn, ten million birds and a hundred billion insects began to cry out in pain. She was not meant to leave the Earth, she and her children were part of it, her roots ran deep, and she could never be torn away. Flames licked the edges of her wing arms as they sped upward, if he did not stop she and all the creatures of the air would cease to exist.

But then something happened. The screams of her children jolted him to his core. It was then that the Moon realized what he had done. Ashamed by his actions he returned her to her home at once. But she had been damaged and many of the creatures of the air were gone, never to be seen again. When the Moon saw this he began to weep. Huge green-blue tears flowed from his eyes until he ran dry. The salty water of his tears flowed around the entire Earth and pooled into great oceans. He told her that he knew now how terrible he had acted, and that he was sorry for all that he had done.

The daughter of the Earth took pity on the coal black rock that was the Moon. He had learned his lesson and gave the Earth its oceans. And so she took a feather from her wing and gave it to him, and as she did it began to glow with a golden light that lit up his entire face.

The Moon thanked her and returned to his place in the sky. And though he was truly sorry for what he done, he couldn’t help showing off just a little bit. And so, he slowly turns in the night sky every thirty days or so, letting everyone see more and more of his face, lit by the golden glow of the Earth daughter’s feather, until eventually we see the full face of the moon shining brightly, and he slowly turns away from us once more.

(What is The Dankquart Collection? A project that combines invented narrative writing and equally invented artifacts that are part of an expanding assemblage of feigned antiquities. These pieces combine various media and art techniques in their creation.