My career requires that I spend a lot of time in intellectual endeavors, so at the risk of sound cheeky, it is liberating to just let go and let flow. My artistic recreation is probably the only place in my life where I give myself permission to fail, I paint or do stained glass just for the joy of creating. This is my mindful practice, a place of peace and I’m quite proud of the pieces I’ve completed. I am part of an artist group through Alexander Rokoff’s Studio on Mississippi Avenue, he is my artistic mentor and maestro, here is a link to his professional work: Rokoff Studios. Under Alexander’s tutelage I mostly oil paint figures or portraits (human and canine). I did not do a good job of documenting all of these, so I am awaiting photos of those pieces that are residing on the walls of friends.
The photo to the right is an oil painting of Penny, a friend’s sweet Vizsla. She is a serene lady and Brock’s absolute joy.
The photo below and to the left is an oil is of Hemingway, my mother’s dog and of my mom on her 70th birthday. The rose is symbolic of my mother’s classic grace, beauty, and calm.
The Wheaten Terrier to the right is of a Stewart. Stewart was the life companion of our dear friends. Stew lived to be 14 years old and at the time of the photo I used to paint from, he was diabetic, deaf, and almost completely blind, but at the Oregon coast (Lincoln City was where the photo was taken) he became the joyful, energetic dog of his youth.
The photo to the left is a painting of Bella, Selah and Andrew Painter’s dog that came to them as a puppy on highway 84. She was abandoned and on the side of the road, when Andrew stopped the car, called to her and true to their gentle, loving natures, she saw they were to be her future, loving home, and immediately came to them.
The pair of dogs to the right are again of friends’ life companions, two rescue pooches, Piper and Charlie.
The man to the left is of Bruce, a lovely man who lived in North Portland and graciously allowed me to render his portrait in oils.
This unfinished painting to the right is Stephanie. I didn’t work fast enough to finish her figure during her posed session. But her relaxed poise comes through even in this initial painting of her. I love her contemplative pose in the old chippendale chair.
When I feel like breaking a little glass, I also craft stained glass panels.