Monday, August 8, 2016

Jo M. Orise - August, 2016 Art Update

"Friendship - The Nudge"
by: Jo M. Orise
Saturday, August 13 (9-4 PM)- Sunday, August 14 (9-1 PM), 2016

Come to the Aldermere Farm, annual art show located in Rockport, ME.

I have submitted ten original framed paintings,  and fifteen matted prints. This year Aldermere has changed from a one day show to a two day show. That is fantastic! Lots of folks new to the area usually find out too late that there was a show that day they visited Camden and Rockport area. Waiting for a year to fit the popular, annual show into their schedule is always 'iffy.'
Two days makes it easier for all. After all, there will be featured more than 200 paintings. Amazing! Under one roof too.

Beltie Stroll
by: Jo M. Orise
Now, hanging that many paintings is an extreme challenge. I insisted on helping out last year. I was glad I did. I gained an appreciation as to how much hard work Aldermere goes through to plan and set up such a show. Due to a prior commitment, I contributed a half day's assistance in hanging artwork. They appreciated it and I was happy to volunteer.
Aldermere Farm in Rockport, features beautiful Belties and is a non-profit trust focused on farming and agriculture. We artists donate a portion of our profits to the organization.
Aldermere Farm has a store that is open to the public where they sell crafts and healthy, quality beef.

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If you are in the area, please do drop in and help support the local artists and Aldermere's non-profit farm.

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The show is to be held this coming weekend, August 13, 9-4 PM and August 14, 9-1 PM at the historic farmhouse located on the Aldermere Farm, 20 Russell Ave in Rockport, Maine.

Leave a comment. Love to hear from all of you.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Jo M. Orise - July, 2016 Art Update

Lincolnville Beach - the Lincolnville Fine Art Gallery
UMaine Belfast Center art show ended a few weeks ago. On my way home from retrieving my painting, I decided to visit the Lincolnville Fine Art Gallery
at Lincolnville Beach. It is on the route to Belfast.

My previous attempt to visit the gallery proved futile—closed. This time I was in luck and I happily viewed lovely works of art and craft.

I complimented the owner, Dwight, at his art and craft selection and gallery display. 

Dwight has on display his own creations of wood sculptures and wall hangings, which I found very charming and tastefully executed. (One of his large pieces is hanging on the right side of the gallery as seen in this photo.) He is an artist/ owner/curator/realtor! And I thought I was the busy one.

Grace Bailey Anchored at Curtis Light
by: Jo M. Orise
 Dwight invited me to fetch my painting from the car.


"You painted this?" he chuckled.

"Yes."

"How about leaving it here. I have room for it."

So, after discussing the terms and reaching agreement, I now have my painting hanging in the Lincolnville Fine Art Gallery.

I am happy about this opportunity to be represented in Lincolnville. Hopefully someone will see my work and decide they can't go home without it.

Leave a comment.

For more info about the painting, visit my website http://www.jomorise.com

Visit the gallery. Say hello to Dwight.
 http://www.lincolnvillefineartgallery.com




Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Jo M. Orise - June, 2016 Art Update

English: Domestic crested duck (a variant of A...
English: Domestic crested duck (a variant of Anas platyrhynchos f. domestica) in the harbor of Camden, Maine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As you know, the Damariscotta, River Arts Gallery art show is still on until June 16. See my previous blog for more information.

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Today, I have cause to celebrate! My art is now displayed at the Ducktrap Bay Trading Company gallery in Camden, Maine. They have a terrific collection of high quality crafts and fine art. The focus: Marine Art.

The owner exudes positive attitude and is so energetic, one can't help being swept up in his enthusiasm. I am very pleased to have met him.

When you visit the gallery, you will fine a few of my pieces there. Come on in to the Ducktrap Bay Trading Co., on Route One, Downtown, Camden. You will be utterly impressed at the selection of marvelous works displayed throughout the shop.

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I entered one large painting, 24 x 18" Grace Bailey Anchored at Curtis Light, oil painting, into the 14th Annual Festival of Art, Senior College at Belfast, Maine. The 2016 showing is for three days.

Location: UMaine Hutchinson Center, 80 Belmont Avenue, Belfast, ME  04915
Date: Festival weekend June 9-12

     6/09 Thursday, 6-8 PM. Opening/reception and first viewing. Music by Belfast Bay Fiddlers
     6/10 Friday, The art exhibit 9-5 PM.
     6/11 Saturday, The art exhibit 9-5 PM. Noon - 1 PM. Harpist Nancy Schroeder. 1-3 PM, Presentation by guest artist, John Whalley.
     6/12 Sunday, The art exhibit 12-3 PM.

http://www.Belfastseniorcollege.org for more information.

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Thanks,

Jo

          





Monday, May 23, 2016

Jo M. Orise - May 27 to June 16, 2016 Art Update

"Marshall Point Light 4"
by: Jo M. Orise

You are invited to my first show for the 2016 season in Maine.


The show is at River Arts Gallery, Route 1, in Damariscotta, Maine, May 27 to June 16, 2016

This is a group show for a large number of local artists.

"Marshall Point Light 4" is on display at the show.

It is a framed, oil on canvas - 16" x 12".

Opening social event:
Friday, May 27, 2016 from 5 - 7 PM.

Gallery hours:
Tuesday - Saturday 10 - 4 PM
Sunday 10 - 2 PM.

I also have a few matted original paintings in the art bin.

See you there!

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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Jo M. Orise April, 2016 Art Update

"Morning Watch" by: Jo M. Orise

 NEW artwork is now available for viewing at my virtual gallery, http://www.jomorise.com



27 paintings in 11 months!


Rumor is, "Spring has arrived." Therefore I am getting my artwork ready for upcoming art shows. My plan includes group shows and solo shows.



Go to  http://www.jomorise.com See what I've created and please leave a comment. 


  • A 'Like' AND Written Words are always appreciated. It is delightful to have people "like" my work or "not like" my work. I welcome honest critiques
    •  Critique: a careful judgment or opinion about the good and bad. Questions may be  asked, such as:  'have you tried.....' or 'have you thought of....." or "why did you do/say that?" Critiquing is something I introduced to my art students as well as to my animation students. It is practiced to assist one in a journey of creativity without being rude. Critiquing art and manuscripts has been around since the 1800s.

A painter at work in front of the Pigeon Point...
A painter at work en plein air - dog in a 'flow state'. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
After working so many hours, a simple "like" is nice, but words have more lasting power. 

Oh, but I do "like" lots of things—popcorn, pizza, comfortable shoes, being in a "flow state."  (See previous post re: 'flow state')

I am now officially a member of the Chamber of Commerce. Click on link below.
Yes, I plan to open my home studio to the public by appointment. It will be fun to find out what will happen.

English: Schooner Isaac H. Evans under full sa...
English: Schooner Isaac H. Evans under full sail on Penobscot Bay. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Stay tuned. I'll post my upcoming shows in time for you to plan to come and enjoy the display of work by me and others wherever we may be.

Check out my blogs and my website. Please leave a "comment" AND a "like". I'll will reply. 

If you want to be on my list of people to be notified of upcoming events, follow me on FaceBook or on Wordpress-Blog or BlogSpot-Blog (this blog) or on Twitter

Thanks for reading and I hope you smiled today.

Please share this post. 

"Smile in your mirror every day." Jo M. Orise


Monday, April 25, 2016

Jo M. Orise Painting - Committed to My Craft



You guessed by now. I painted most of the time I spent in Florida this past winter. I also worked on my MS (manuscript)—but that is a whole other story.   ;-) wink.

Edward Gay at his easel working on a painting....
Edward Gay at his easel working on a painting. Inscription lower right: "Edward Gay, Jan. 1907". Gay, Edward, 1837-1928 Collection: Macbeth Gallery Records, c. 1890-1964 Accession number: aaa_macbgall_4699 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When I paint I get into a  "flow state." Nothing around me is real. My only concerns are line, shape and color. What color will work with another color, or needs to be next to what color.

Color is complicated. A subject artists continue to explore. One does not possess all the answers. Nor is there only one way, or right way to lay color onto canvas or paper.

Some artists have a technique, others experiment and others have  a 'gimmick'. Some artists know how they will approach color for their current painting. It depends on the mood, lighting or effect desired.

If I have a visitor in my studio and that person is quiet or asks one or two questions about art or the effect I am working toward, I don't have a problem with that. But, if that person engages in useless banter or is verbose by nature, I have a problem.


Signs of a 'Flow State.'
Talk to me and I will bite your face. LOL

At the easel, lots of activity happens inside my brain. It is all about the process, painting and creating. I am focused, I am  in a  "flow state." (Click link.)

One day, Hubby invited Neighbor to 'chat' with me because I was available in my open-to-the-rest-of-the-house studio in FL. So Neighbor and Hubby stood at my elbow talking about 'stuff' I had no interest in contributing to, and joked about the amount of snow I included in the winter scene I worked on. The conversation went nowhere, so did my attempt to paint. So, I put my brush down and went to the kitchen for water. They followed.

When Neighbor left, I asked Hubby not to bring anyone to my studio when I was busy.

"You didn't look busy. Neighbor wanted to see what you were doing. I thought you wouldn't mind," Hubby replied.

"If I am staring at a blank canvas, or a painting that is propped on an easel, it does not mean I am 'not busy.' My mind is very busy. I am communing with my muse. I make decisions every second I stand or sit facing the canvas.  Whether I hold a brush or not my mind is occupied.

Artists for Humanity. Artist in painting studio
Artists for Humanity. Artist in painting studio (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
"If I am using watercolors, a distraction will ruin an effect I am trying to create because the paint dried. The opportunity for that effect on that particular painting is gone.

"I do not 'color' a picture, I create an illusion, an idea, an effect. If I want to color I will use crayons and a coloring book and welcome anyone who wants to chat as I color the sky blue, the grass green and the face pink.

"If company arrives, please ask me before inviting them to the studio. I will let you know if it is okay. Be assured this is not a personal attack or rejection. It is just what people need to know about me and how I work."

Other artists may love constant companionship as they work. But in every classroom I was part of, every workshop I participated in, every person I taught to draw and paint, all were focused and none chatted.

Last year, I joined a group of figure/portrait artists. All went well. Not one artist spoke except for the moderator.

During a couple of our painting sessions, one or two artists left early or moved their easel.

N.C. Wyeth in his studio with a cowboy model
N.C. Wyeth in his studio with a cowboy model (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
At break time, most of the artists were surprised some had gone or others had moved to a different spot for a another perspective—something their muse had advised.

The artists had been in a group "flow state." We may have seen the activity in the corner or our eye, but it did not register for most of us.

This figure painting group hired live models who posed for fifteen minute time intervals. A particular model said a few jokes one day. No one responded, except for a couple of giggles. The artists looked to each other and to the moderator. Then other jokes and tidbits of personal information were offered by the model.

At break time one artist said he was ready to leave because he could not focus if the model continued to be disruptive. The mediator shared  an experience when she was enrolled in a college, master of art program, "When the class painted, chit chat was not tolerated. The offender was cast out of the room."

The model apologized. He returned the next week. All was well.

Artists are not anti-social. Just very committed to their craft.

Have you ever been in a  "flow state?" Artists, athletes, people with special skills or training know what it is like.

Let me know and share your experience.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

New Work by Jo



I'm working on a few different paintings. 

One is a portrait of a boy with a conch while sailing on a schooner. Been thinking about this one for a few years and decided to just give it a try. His mom sent the photo for me to create this portrait three years ago, but she has not yet placed the order.

She has contacted me three years in a row, but still no order. She has purchased some of my artwork and loves them.


first sketch by Jo M. Orise

Therefore, I wonder why she changed her mind each time for the protrait.

Now this picture is in my head and wants out.

What do I do?

Draw it. Experiment with it. Lots of fun as I challenge myself in the process.

Here you see the first drawing in my sketchbook. It was okay. After noting things that need to be changed, I drew it on water color paper that had been soaked and stapled to a board to shrink tight.

Still, I put off painting.

So, I got another piece of water color paper, soaked it and just started painting the figure and its surroundings—no stapling, no drawing, just painting.
Boy With Conch Aboard.
by: Jo M. Orise



First it was wet-on-wet technique, then wet-on-dry.

What do you think?

I usually draw a few fine lines and erase them later. None of that here. Like I said it is pretty rough...but fun to do and see.

Next, I'll just pull out the prepped water color paper that has the last drawing waiting for me.  I look forward to this last part. It will be fun and I'll post the finished piece.

See my other protraits at jomorise.com .

Looking for comments, tips.

BTW, the wavy looking boom is really the warping of the water color paper. That will straighten out in time.

Leave a comment or a post. I love to know what people think.

Jo

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Jo M. Orise Art Update - September, 2015

Solo Exhibition by Jo M. Orise

You are invited to a solo art exhibition of new and older works, which include oils, acrylics and water colors. There are a couple of water color limited edition prints.
Owls Head Light by Jo M. Oriseoil on canvas 10 x 14"

Location: The Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, 606 Main Street, Rockland, ME.

The month of September, 2015.

Restaurant hours: 
Breakfast:
Thur, Fri, Sat 7:30 am - 10 am
Lunch:
Tues - Sat 10 am - 3 pm,

Bakery hours: Mon - Fri 10 am - 3 pm, Sat 7:30 am - 3 pm.


If you can't find what you want, contact me and we can talk about creating the perfect painting for you and your home.

Whether you purchase or just view the artwork, please take a card and send me a note. Let me know what you think about the pieces. I always love to hear from viewers. Critiques are always welcome.
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While you are at the Brown Bag, try their great food creations.

Chef Kelvin performs magic at the cook-stove.

The staff is friendly and fun to talk to. They are like family.

If you get to know the regular customers, you'll find them friendly with great stories to share. You must go there and experience the ambiance. Our first visit was in 1999 and we got hooked.

So, friends—and soon to be friends—go to the Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, enjoy the food, look at my artwork. If one moves you, an employee will be happy to remove it from the wall for you and assist you with it's purchase.

Bring an artwork(s) home—you will have something special to enjoy for years to come.


 Visit my website: www.jomorise.com

Friday, August 28, 2015

Jo M. Orise Art Update - August 28 to September 25, 2015

Main Street in 1921, Belfast, ME
Main Street in 1921, Belfast, ME (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This year’s event poster will feature “Friendship – The Nudge,” an original watercolor by Jo M. Orise who is participating in the Art Show & Sale for a fourth year.Hello. My next group showing is the Summer Stable Show in Belfast, Maine hosted by http://www.mainefarmlandtrust.org/ .

Date: August 28 through September 25.

Check the links to see what the organization and the show is all about.
You will see I am listed as an emerging artist. 

Perhaps some of you can make it!


The following pieces will be featured at the show: Belties and Berries by the Sea (water color) and Friendship - the Nudge (watercolor).


Visit my virtual gallery, http://www.jomorise.com

Belties and Berries by the Sea
Friendship - the Nudge


















































Smile in your mirror every day.

Jo M. Orise
www.jomorise.com


Sunday, August 2, 2015

Jo M. Orise Art Update - August, 2015

Curtis Island Light, Acrylic 16x20"  by Jo M. Orise
The Mainely Maine Exhibition, August 7 - September 3, 2015.

Sorry about the notification delay. Hubby and I had lots of company and property maintenance to deal with. But here is the news.

This painting is now hanging at River Arts Gallery, Damariscotta, Maine.

The art show is juried, which makes it difficult to enter, but when you make it, there is a satisfaction that follows—the art has to pass muster—so to speak.

The art opening was August 7, from 5 - 7 PM
Hours: Tuesday - Saturday 10-4 PM
            Sunday 10 - 2

It is a great gallery setting. Lots of artists.  If you come this way, stop in and take a peek... oh, and take this painting home to enjoy forever.













Thursday, July 9, 2015

Jo M. Orise Painful Art Update - July, 2015

Morning at the Docks, 16x20" acrylic on canvas.
At River Arts Gallery until July 30.

"Morning at the Docks" is on Display at River Arts Gallery, Route 1, in Damariscotta, Maine.
It is part of a group show for the month of July.

I also have a few matted original paintings in the art bin located at the back of the gallery.

The opening night of this month's show was scheduled for Friday, 5-7PM.

It was a great show with lots of people mulling around from room to room.

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However, earlier that day, as I painted, the small 8x10" canvas slipped off the easel and onto my bare right foot. The corner or this tiny canvas hit my metatarsals with such a vehement punch that I found myself clutching my foot, wincing and moaning in pain.

Fußskelett
Fußskelett (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
An 8x10" teeny, weeny canvas can do that? It doesn't even weigh half a pound—even with the oil paint.

😈After a few minutes, being a diligent grown up, I picked up the canvas, gave it a good talking to, and ignoring the pain down below, I slapped more paint onto that little canvas.

The pain vanished.

With the injury forgotten, maneuvering the stairs to the second floor,  the basement and up again and later driving forty minutes to the gallery opening scheduled for 5:00 PM was a cinch.

Everything seemed as it should be.

As I meandered around the gallery, ooohing and aaahing at the other artwork and shyly meeting other artists, a little twinge developed atop the upper metatarsal area of my right foot. Hmm. Was it due to walking in my new, sole-stimulating sandals most of the day? Perhaps a pressure point developed from the sandal making my foot uncomfortable. Perhaps my foot was swollen due to the time of day. Well, that happened before and usually went away after a few minutes. So, I loosened the sandal and walked, ooohing and aaahing some more.

Twenty minutes later, the focus was my foot! The pain grew more pronounced. Was there a place to sit? The one chair was occupied by an older person. I stood the aggravation for another fifteen minutes. Propping myself by the piano for balance, I raised the right foot up off the floor.

Another ten minutes and it was unbearable. Catching the hostess eying me in my strange stance, I explained my dilemma. I wanted to stay, but felt I had to leave. Glancing at my foot, she noted a swelling and redness and suggested the tiny blood vessels were probably swelling, that I should ice it at home.

Leaving one hour earlier than planned finally provided me with a seat—in my car. Aaah.

Wouldn't you know, while driving, the pain worsened with each mile, each acceleration and each brake action. Driving with my left foot came to mind, but that is impossible with a standard shift. So, gritting my teeth, I counted the miles and minutes to be home again.

At last! I pulled into the basement garage. Now, my damned foot decided to stay by the accelerator. It would not budge due to the awful pain. Grabbing and guiding my leg out from the car and onto the floor was excruciatingly painful. Breathing heavily and clenching my teeth, I pulled myself out of the seat and clung onto the car's door and the firewood stacked next to the car. Between the car and the firewood, I managed to hobble to the end of the car. Walking was nearly impossible. Now I had to get to the stairs at the other end of the cellar. I was stuck and hurting with nothing to lean on.

Hubby was upstairs listening to the news!

"Tom!" No answer.

"Tom! I need you! Tom."

Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed his. As usual, A.T.T. was useless. We are in the same house and can not call each other! Bad reception here.

"TO-O-O-O-O-O-M!" that did it.

"What's the matter hon? Why are you home so early?"
Ice cubes in a tray
emptied the tray of  Ice cubes  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hubby helped me to the stairs where I literally crawled up the stairs and to the living room sofa on my knees.

Having ordered a large dose of ice cubes and a wet towel, hubby sat nearby massaging my foot.

Besides icing it, I kept my foot elevated onto the back of he sofa. The pain finally subsided about one in the morning. Hubby was already snoring away upstairs. Hobbling up to our bedroom, I was grateful to be upright again.

The next morning, I was able to walk and decided to take it easy.

My foot just ignores me now. It denies it ever had a problem. But sometimes I think I catch a smirk when it is not paying attention.

I am blessed. It could have been worse. :-)

Friday, June 26, 2015

Jo M. Orise Art Update for June-July, 2015

Great news! One of my Belted Galloway water colors has been selected as the featured artwork for the Aldermere Art Show and Sale Poster to be distributed around the county to advertise the event. I was surprised and honored when I received the request via e-mail. The painting is titled: Friendship — The Nudge

Saturday, August 1, 2015

English: Belted Galloways in Neukoog, Nordfrie...
English: Belted Galloways in Neukoog, Nordfriesland, seen at the Wikimeeting Westküste (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I'll have several framed paintings hanging as well as many matted originals and prints in a bin for the one day show and sale.
Aldermere Farm in Rockport, which features the beautiful Belties, is a non-profit trust focused on farming and agriculture. We artists share a portion of our profits with the organization.

The show is to be held on Saturday, August 1 from 9 am to 4 pm at the historic farmhouse located on the Aldermere Farm, 20 Russell Ave in Rockport, Maine.

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July 7 - July 30, 2015

River Arts Gallery, Damariscotta, Maine is having a member show. I'll be part of a group show. River Arts,  PO 1316, 241 US Route 1 (North), Damariscotta, Maine 04543. At this show, I'll have one framed artwork hanging (perhaps the Morning on the Docks, below) and you will find a few of my original matted artwork in the group art bin. Part of the profits are shared with the non-profit art group.
Opening reception on Friday evening 5-7 – on the first date of the exhibition.

If you are in the area, please do drop in and help support the local artists.


Morning at the Docks by Jo M. Orise, 16x20" acrylic on canvas.
Please leave a comment and like this update.
 

Friday, May 22, 2015

This Decision Deserves a Bloody Mary

Cocktail Bloody mary
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I'm sticking to my very first, in the beginning, at conception, number one, ma première idée!

Painterly Comments Blog is the art blog for me.

Period.

No more balancing act with FaceBook Jo M Orise-Studio page and Jo M Orise personal page on FaceBook. That's two pages. One art forum blog is enough. N'est-ce pas?

Ahhh. I feel better already. A Bloody Mary, please.

All art comments and updates will originate at Painterly Comments Blog and post to FaceBook and Twitter.

Plus, all comments and updates about my writing process will originate at J M Orise Writing Blog and post to FaceBook and Twitter.

I won't give up on FB. Love to see what people are up to. And I do love comments...when they come.

Like me on FB, and my virtual art gallery website: www.jomorise.com .

Keep in touch.






Monday, May 4, 2015

Now I've Gone and Done It!



Glaze varnish added as a finishing touch to a painting.


Hubby and I are back. To the cooler weather. Florida was warm and what a great winter we had.
First week back I was mired in photographing artwork. Then I had to post them to my virtual gallery at www.jomorise.com . Result, some photos are kind of hard to see, so a redo is on the agenda today.

Wouldn't you know. I have four batteries for my super Nikon Coolpix camera. With four batteries, I used batteries 1 and 2. I numbered them with a magic marker. Magic? Why do we still call it that? Part of someone's brilliant marketing plan I suppose. Let's just chill out. An indelible marker—a permanent marker. Yeah. "Permanent" is good.

So I numbered them with a permanent marker. 1, 2, 3, and 4. I used 1 and 2 for a while. One day I  used 4. It faded after very few shots. I charged it, put it aside and went back to 1. My plan. Don't ignore any batteries. Use them. So I cycled 1-4. When I reached 4, it was dead. Just like that. No groans, whimpers, cries of agony. Just a big zero.

I felt bad. What had I done to poor 4. So I continued to cycle 1, 2, and 3. However,  like everything else, they soon flickered out and died. But why on the same day? The day I need them most. Today! Hey, I need to photograph my artwork now, Whimper, AAAaaargh!

Best of plans don't always turn out okay.

But I have another terrific camera. My Canon! Bring out the big guns. I have two batteries for that one.

Haven't used it as much as I wanted since Hubby got me the Nikon. It takes great photos with every shot. So I set up the tripod and a white sheet on the wall mount and shot a few pictures. Actually three shots. Then battery 1 animated a hollow, pulsing battery on the screen. Smart camera. So I charged the battery. Battery 2 did the same thing. So I charge that battery. Hmmm.
I even painted my studio palette. This is a watercolor.

A few hours later, I used the battery 1 and it didn't last long. NOOOO! This was too, too much.

I spent hours searching for a great deal on rechargeable, lithium-ion batteries and other things I needed to organize and prepare my artwork for my representative galleries in Maine and New Hampshire—and to update my virtual gallery.

Two days later, while waiting for the batteries to arrive, I managed to photograph my artwork. Twice. Thrice. So, I'm not an expert photographer. I manage.

In college I took Photography One. Second semester, I bought my first SLR, a Konica TC. It was great. Took great shots. Love the black and white photos. Gave one of my son to Mom and Dad and in-laws. "There's no color, it doesn't match the others ones on our wall."

"I took the shot and developed it myself and got an A+ for the work, the great pose and subject. And—it's your grandson."

They stared back and barely smiled. The photos were slipped into a drawer for eternity.

When my son was to graduate from high school. Seniors were asked for a childhood photo. He chose that black and white. The school presented Senior night for family and friends of the graduating class. Each child's photo was projected onto a giant screen. All in color. Polaroids were faded, turning green where red used to be. Some were very colorful, some not so. Each child smiling. The crowd giggled and laughed. Then—my son's black and white came up. It was a large close-up portrait of a child deep in thought as he sat at the table and held a pencil in his right hand that also supported his head. He had a pensive look that focused to the right, not the camera.

The room got silent for a split second then, "Aaaah." Some clapped! My son and I were overjoyed. The parents and students appreciated the photo.

I felt the black and white was finally taken out of the dark drawer to be appreciated. So, things do not always work out as planned. But some good things do come full circle and it is a great feeling when it happens.

After 37 years, it is still my favorite. It is framed and sits in a prominent space in my home.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Art Update, March 2015

Map of Florida highlighting Citrus County
Map of Florida highlighting Citrus County (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hello everyone. As I said I've been busy painting and helping my 90 year old gentleman neighbor who I will call S.G. pack and sort his possessions in order to move out of his beautiful home. He can no longer manage the property and deserves a less chaotic life style. He will move in with his brother across town, on a lake's edge where there are a couple of docks. Since my friend loves fishing, I suppose that is where he will spend a lot of his time.

S. G. is tickled to be out of his big home and moving to a lake front property. The only thing he has to watch for are alligators.

Meanwhile, I have entered two watercolor paintings into a group show at the Citrus County Art Center  in Hernando, FL. The show will last until mid April.

Share this with your friends. Perhaps someone will be in the area and come to our group show.

Leave a comment. Love to hear from you. I will add a thumbnail of one of the paintings soon.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

My Poor Kitty

Maine_Coon_cat_by_Tomitheos
Maine Coon Cat

In one week Charlie lost one third of his weight. The fluffy hair didn’t add to his bulk as usual. He was muscular for a thirteen year old cat—so the vet reported two years ago. How proud we were to hear those words. His fur glistened and he was so handsome. He was a show stopper whenever anyone noticed him.

Charlie is an outdoor/indoor, Maine Coon cat. A typical coon. Big fur, padded feet and lots of energy for the hunt. I got him from another owner when he was one year old. He was mostly an indoor cat then. Not much human company during the day. A friend of mine warned that Charlie would not last a week in our woods.

Fourteen years later, Charlie continues to roam our property woods and open spaces. As he romps around, he is alert to every unusual sound and movement—the reason why he has lived so long.

Not only does he roam freely, we take daily walks with Charlie down our quarter mile drive, through our wooded property along some of our logging roads and back to the house. A twenty minute jaunt. Usually Charlie just follows us. Other times he bolts ahead, passes by to jump up a tree trunk where he claws upward a few feet. He stops, looks back at us and revels in our gleeful accolades. He wants us to do the same. We oblige as we run and grab a tree in a fumbled effort to climb. He is unimpressed with our one foot off the ground and our fingers just caressing the bark. He jumps down and walks on.
cool it cat
My quick rendition of Charlie's reaction.
Still other times, we walk Charlie on a leash. The restricted pet gear appeared as we decided to travel with him. Home alone is no fun for our kitty and a worry for us.

The first day was a traumatic event when a jogger approached us on a trail. Charlie had his eye on this tiny bouncing creature heading our way. As it grew larger, he panicked. I picked him up to calm him and when the “creature” turned up to be as tall as hubby and bounced up to us, Charlie propelled himself from my arms landing at the end of the leash where he twirled in a mass of fur, claws and hisses. As I reached into the frantic heap that was once my cat, the jogger said “Calm down cat… .” and disappeared down the trail.

I picked up Charlie and noticed his heart beating wildly and his leash had loosened so that he could have slipped out and run off into the wilderness.

Charlie is a home woods cat and people are not what he likes best—except for mom and pop. Whenever there is a threat of another human being or vehicle approaching, he sticks his head in the crook of my elbow and I hold him firmly until the “danger” is passed. Poor Charlie. Don’t know what ever happened in his kitten-hood that would account for this reaction. We are pretty solitary where we live and anyone visiting is lucky to meet Charlie. The UPS man hasn’t got a chance as he rumbles up our drive.

Sadly, Charlie has not been well as of late. Three weeks ago, he lost weight pretty fast. He wouldn’t eat. He was listless. After two days, I brought him to the vet’s. They discovered a broken front tooth with a swollen gum. They ground the stump down and prescribed two prescriptions: an anti-biotic and a stomach coating pill for reflux. Crush the pills, dissolve in water and squirt into his mouth with a syringe. “Meow!” Translation: “Not on your life, woman!”

At first, Charlie ate a bit more, but now he eats less every day and continues to loose weight. At fifteen years, we feel he is failing. It is so painful to watch him stare at his food. I move his bowl to wherever he decides to sleep. That is what he mostly does. No more romping and wanting to go outside. I prefer to keep him inside so I can keep an eye on him. Old age is not a blessed thing for any life form.

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Feeding Meds To a Cat

As I administer his meds, he grows leery of both Mom and Pop who must hold him down to control his reaction to this insult of forced feeding. Finally, Pop said, “It is no good to do this to him. He is failing. Let him be peaceful.” I looked into Charlie’s pleading eyes as he prepared to fight off the next dose. “Okay, Charlie. No more. Be peaceful. All done.” He understands “no more” and “all done” and he relaxed. Tears ran down my cheek as I put the meds away.

Today, Charlie chose to sleep wherever I happened to be. Right now he is snuggled on a blanket I placed under my desk for him to keep warm. Food does not interest him anymore. He is shown the water and food bowls several times a day. He visits his potty for his kidneys are working. Nothing else seems to be. Thankfully, he is no longer retching.

I love my poor, little Charlie. He’s been with us for fourteen years. He still finds the strength to climb onto the bed and sleeps near my legs. Sometimes he climbs up to my shoulder and purrs in my ear. I pat him for a while, then he disappears until morning.

It is so very difficult to lose a pet. I’ve lost others before. I cried for weeks afterwards.

All we can do is pet him and let him know we care. He knows. And he loves us too.

Good night Charlie. Sleep well.

Love, Mommy.
XXXOOO

Thursday, October 16, 2014

A Creative Process

Daily activities may find me tackling projects most people I know would never attempt.
Example, body work on a car. Yes.

Years ago, we had a very rusty car. It was a 1974 Plymouth, Valiant. After eight years of ownership, small rusty segments fell to the ground below the fender almost daily. Why get another car, this one was paid for, no more car loan.

During my teens, my neighbor, Richard, and other high school boys had done body work. One of the boys, Fiddy, designed a unique look to his headlights that he proudly paraded as he cruised around town. He had created a hood at the top of each headlight, which was pulled out and downward in a V shape, just about an inch or two in front of the light. It was pretty cool and very creative.

If Fiddy or Richard could do body work as teens, I could do the same in my thirties. Besides, I studied art at USM. One class project was a bondo covered sculpture. Bondo is pretty tough to work with. If I could handle it for a small sculpture, why not a bigger sculpture? Our Plymouth.

All I had to do was scrape, cut away, remove and neutralize the rust with acid. Then pop-rivet sheet metal, add metal screen which could be shaped as needed, apply bondo and sand it into shape. With mask to protect my lungs and rubber gloves to protect my hands I was grinding away when a neighbor walked by. I looked a fright as I sat on the pavement with my gear, I’m sure. “What are you doing now? Is there anything you don’t do?” she asked. Not really. If something needs to be done, I just—do it. I had impressed this neighbor when I had built decorative walls to hide the space below the porch and the deck. It looked great and added to the charm of the house. Another big sculpture.

I think in terms of art. Projects are sculptures, writing is painting with words, and art is painting with a pigmented medium.
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While I work on all these distractions, I ponder my next art work. What will I paint next. I mix colors and add colored glazes to get certain effects. Always works well in my mind. Working at the easel is different. Depends on lighting, colors available and—patience. Something else may happen and is better than I imagined. There are times where I just want to throw the painting away. But I keep it for a while. Every time I come across it, I shudder. There have been paintings that I kept for years, which I finally ripped to pieces or burned. No regrets. Here is one of my latest pieces. Sold. smile…

Writing is the same. I spent twelve years writing a story that was bouncing around in my brain for two years prior. So I wrote whenever I had time. The project haunted me. I had to complete it. I finally did—twelve years later in my retirement. I’ve been re-writing this story for the last three years. A slow process. I read novels of the same genre as I study the writing process. Therefore, I have re-written, ripped out segments, added new ideas and have re-shaped the story a bit. I like it better—another ‘sculpture’ I intend to finish.

Meanwhile, I’ve written a few fun stories just to get experience writing about another topic. Research is fun as I write. I have to either remember what life was like in the ‘50s or whatever period I choose. I’ve lived it, so I write about it.

On to my next painting or chapter… .

Smile in your mirror every day. Create something that makes you happy.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Jo M. Orise September - October 2014 Art Update

Belties and Clouds by Jo M. Orise
Getting ready for a one-man show. 

Location: The Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, 606 Main Street, Rockland, ME.
Date: September 3 to October 31, 2014
Time: Mondays-Saturdays

I will display a variety of framed artworks: watercolor, oils, acrylics. Mostly originals and a few reproductions.

Pieces may be purchased at the cafe. Ask for assistance to remove artwork from the wall and pay the cashier.

Whether you purchase or just view the artwork, please take a card and send me a note. Let me know what you think about the pieces. I always love to hear from viewers. Critiques are always welcome.

While you are at the Brown Bag, try their great food creations.
English: Whoopie Pies
English: Whoopie Pies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We love having breakfast there and bring home a healthy share of their home-made bread, pies and sandwiches. Full breakfast menu makes one drool. Chef Calvin performs magic at the cook-stove. The cake lady and bread crew do a wonderful job at creating delicious, specialty cakes, breads and muffins, sticky rolls, brownies, whoopie pies, and lots more. The staff is friendly and fun to talk to. Some of them feel like family. If you get to know the regular customers, you'll find them friendly with great stories to share. You must go there and experience the ambiance. Our first visit was in 1999 and we got hooked.

So, people, go to the Brown Bag Restaurant Cafe, enjoy the food, look at my artwork and if one moves you, don't be shy to ask an employee to assist you with it's purchase. Bring an artwork home—you will have something special to enjoy for years to come. Visit my website: www.jomorise.com


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Jo M. Orise August 2014 Art Update

I am so psyched!
Sold four paintings in one day. The Aldermere Farm, Rockport, Maine, hosts a one day Art Show for artists to display their work and hopefully sell their artwork.


Sales are shared with the Farm which is a non-profit, heritage trust.

And, I sold two other pieces at the Blue Shutter Gallery, in Wolfeboro, NH. Yesss!

It is nice to know that someone out there appreciates the work I create. Thank you for your patronage. 

Updated my virtual gallery, http://www.jomorise.com with newest artwork. They are indicated with an * .

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Floating Belties and Strong Daisies


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

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

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English: Belties at Old Bridge of Urr Belties (belted galloway cattle) in field by B794 above the hamlet Old Bridge of Urr. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hubby walks in from his office. "I have to tell you, Hun, your latest pieces are really interesting. You are really good at revealing relationships in your paintings."

"Thank you. I didn't think you liked the last two."

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you. But you never asked."

Hubby's smile disappeared. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be a problem."

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

"Uh, yes. Is there a problem?"

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

Silence.

"Why did you photograph the daisy as well?"
English: Daisies
English: Daisies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, Hun." Hubby happily edits his narrative.

"Charlie. You want some milk?"

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