A Return to the Past

I would like to talk about what I’ve done.

In 2009 I took my first college drawing class as a business student. In 2012 I went to Italy to study painting. In 2013 I graduated with a degree in art. Not business. Now 2015 is a couple months away and all I do is art. It’s my free time. It’s my work time. Though I am pursuing a Master’s for English teaching, I include art in every project I do. It’s an obsession. In a few short years I’ve changed dramatically.

I’m going to explore those years.

I’m gonna show you all the art I’ve created since I took that first drawing class.

First, let’s look at my most recent painting. There may be a few of you that don’t want to look through all the photos in this post. I understand that. So I’ll plop the goods down first.


My girlfriend and I were walking towards the entrance to the campus nature trails and we passed by a cluster of telephone poles. You would think there’s nothing special about telephone poles, right? To me there was a spark. I had a moment. I froze, let go of my girlfriend’s hand, and shaded my eyes from the afternoon sun. Telephone poles. Lines of cabling. Telephone poles. They were beautiful telephone poles. They were bristling porcupine quills. They were toothpicks jammed haphazardly into a block of cheese. They were perfect. I needed to paint them. I used my hands to square-off the composition and I made my decision. I was coming back in the morning with my easel.


I kept my promise. I surprised myself and slunk outta bed with the 6am alarm. I stood and leaned on the wall. BRRWING. My backup alarm. I always set two or three. Time to get ready. Undershirt, then a T-shirt, then sweater, and finally a jacket. And pants. I dressed myself with determination. I was going to paint but I was not going to be cold. I wanted to be prepared.


I got to my spot around 7:30 and started painting at 8. The night before I’d gessoed and toned the board with cadmium red. Some plein air artists paint on a red ground in order to capture an underlying warmth. Not sure if I needed the warmth in this painting but the red contrasted nicely with the blues of the sky.


When I started there was a field of dense clouds hanging low in the sky. I wanted to capture them in my painting, so I put down some grays on the board. That didn’t last long.The clouds dissipated and never returned, making me replace the grays with blues.


I found that all the poles and lines helped me measure relationships easily. There were plenty of reference points for me to work from. I could place a telephone pole on the board and then realize it needed to move down and over just by looking at its proximity to the other poles.


I had a lot of fun playing with saturation in this painting. Some of the poles were very washed out, while others were strong with color. I enjoyed painting the brown pole in the background because it contrasted with the white poles in the foreground. After about four hours standing in the cold I decided to call it a day. That night I took a hard look at the painting and realized it needed more.


I got up again the next morning and went back. I gave the painting some more depth by adding a hint of another telephone pole in the top left. Then I added some of the lines and cabling. Not all of them though. I did not want it to become too cluttered.

telephone poles edited

I’m very happy with the final result. I wish I could have painted the clouds in the background, but I’m not too down about that.


Here you can see my setup. The card table was from my car. I was able to park close enough to walk it over. I found it quite handy. I’m going to need to invest in a different easel that makes it easier to hold a palette and all my accessories. I’m not a big fan of the way my current one works. But that’s not a pressing issue.


Over the summer I photographed almost all of my drawings and paintings. I opened boxes and dug through portfolio bags. I managed to find about 90% of my work. At the time, I planned to post a blog write up immediately, but that didn’t happen. I got sidetracked by life, work, and summer fun. Now that I’m back at school I have a lot more focus. Thus, I’ve finally managed to put together all the photos. Hopefully this chronological look through all my pieces will show how much work it takes to earn each inch of progress.


My first semester of college, Fall 2009, was planned out for me. The business school told me what classes to take and where to go. Second semester I had more freedom. I looked at my requirements, realized I needed an art elective, and signed up for Intro to Drawing.

My professor was Gregory Poulin. At that time he was a second year MFA student, but I did not realize that until three quarters of the way through the semester. It was my first art class. I thought all the art classes were taught by full time professors. I didn’t quite grasp the whole college teaching dynamic yet. Because of this, I’ve always pictured and remembered Poulin as an older authoritative figure, older than he probably was.


Earlier I mentioned that I was only able to find and photograph 90% of my work. The missing 10% is mostly work from Intro to Drawing. Thankfully, I do still have a few drawings to show.

During the first few sessions of class, Poulin had us draw still life objects. Nothing too fancy. Things like boxes and strings. Then he added cylinders and balls. Which led to this drawing. I was still experimenting with different drawing tools at the time, so I don’t remember what I used for this. However, it looks like a vine charcoal drawing. I dig the softness. That’s a quality I should try to bring into my present work.


Once we’d conquered the first few still-lifes, Poulin brought out the sculptures and busts. He also introduced us to drapery. That was a huge leap. There’s quite a difference between boxes and drapery. My first few attempts weren’t absolutely successful. I remember getting sucked into rendering all the folds and intricacies of the fabric. Eventually I got comfortable and began worrying less about detail.


This was one of my first attempts at rendering a human face. It looks funky now, and I’ll admit it’s not the greatest drawing, but I did the bust a kind of justice. It truly did have a bony, planar structure. I think I conveyed that aspect well.


When we finally got to the figure, we started off with 30 second gesture drawings. Then we progressed to 1 minute gestures. Then 2 minutes. Then 5 minutes. We did gesture drawings for the first couple classes we had a model. They were necessary exercises. They still are necessary exercises. They help to loosen the arm and develop a flow. Personally, they prevent me from diving straight into a drawing and getting concentrated on details. While I don’t have any examples of gesture drawings from this class, I do have examples from later classes if you’d like to skip ahead and look at them.

Once I got into full length figure drawings, I fell in love with drawing. I began contemplating changing my major.

In the above drawing, I started off too dark and the newsprint paper was not forgiving. I was able to pull some mid-tones out with an eraser, but I lost the ability to establish lights. Still, I like the way it looks. I don’t often go very dark in my current works. Looking at this now makes me want to try a drawing of mostly darks.


One of the quicker drawings here. Probably a 2-5 minute sketch. Not a completely hurried gesture, though.


Once again, I was playing with darks in this drawing. And playing with my materials too. I think it was in this class I developed a love/hate relationship with charcoal. It can be used to make tender drawings, but I tend to press too heavily and create darks that need to be lightened but cannot be worked into.


Here you can see the softness and tenderness I was talking about. I enjoy looking at the face because it shows I was starting to think about the upper lip, under the nose, and the eye sockets as solid block shadows. Those are important things to recognize for portraiture.


We had a homework assignment every week. I believe this assignment was focused on cloth and pillows.


This drawing scares me when I take quick glances at it. The folded up blanket in the background reminds me of a squished brain or folds of intestines. I don’t think my rendering of the cloth came out the way I intended it to.


My final project for the class was a three piece self-portrait series. This first picture was me “Content.”





My freshman year was a rough adjustment. I spent a lot of weekends at home. I made a few friends, but everyone on my dorm floor was exactly opposite of me personality wise. Therefore, when I realized I could go home for summer vacation early, I went. Because I’d had in-class finals and papers already, I didn’t have to stick around. But, problematically, I did have to turn in my Intro to Drawing Project during finals week. I worked on the project at home and drove it back to UNH for the critique.

Poulin didn’t seem too impressed with the self-portraits and preferred to talk about my in-class work. I don’t blame him. I feel like I way overworked the portraits. They only slightly resemble me. I much prefer the softness of some of the other pieces. I’m sure that’s what Poulin was thinking as well.

Before the summer started, I signed up for Intro to Painting for the following fall semester.


Knowing I’d be stepping into the world of painting, I decided to work in some experience with the medium. Over the summer I borrowed oil paints from my mother and painted one of my childhood teddy bears. I did the whole thing with brushes and then, to get the texture of the bear’s coat, I used a toothpick to create wisps of paint all over its body. Except for the head. It was such a tiring technique that I abandoned the painting at the head.

I like the end result, but I think it could use a little more variety in color. Also the background needs more depth. Not bad for a first painting, though. I think.


Over the summer, I gained a lot of self-confidence. I took it firmly into my Sophomore year. I realized how much of a struggle the previous year had been and I did not want to repeat that. I marched into my new dorm and introduced myself to everyone immediately. It paid off. I’m still great friends with most of those people.

My Intro to Painting professor was Craig Hood. He’s an excellent teacher who looks exactly like an old world artist. It’s his goatee. And the paint splattered smock.


Just like Intro to Drawing, we started off with basic still-lifes. These early paintings, like my early drawings, came out soft and whispery. Hood really liked them. He’s a soft painter himself.

I wonder what first paintings can say about artists. Say my first painting had been blocky and linear, would that mean I have an analytical mind? Or say it had been purposefully dark with few lights, would that mean I’m brooding? What do my early soft paintings say? Do I have a gentle, reserved nature? I wonder if there can be truths hidden in the way we paint. Especially in the way we first paint. Those first brush strokes are unadulterated and uninformed. They are innocent. Perhaps that’s why there could be truth behind them.


Professor Hood certainly did not want to stifle our natural inclinations. He let us paint the first few classes with very little instruction. He wanted to gauge our abilities.

In this painting you can see I played around with white as a color. The light side of the rearmost block almost blends into the background. It’s very reminiscent of how Morandi played with figure-ground relationships. I look at it now and see it as quite successful. Then I look at how I used almost pure white to add the highlight to the apple and I flinch. That white pulls away from the warmth of the apple and is not too convincing. It looks placed on. But how can I critique one of my first paintings? It was a learning process. Painting is still a learning process.


This painting is dark. It’s an exploration of value. I find it contrasts beautifully with the previous painting. That one explored the whites, this one plays with the dark greens, the dark blues, the dark grays, and the dark browns. I also tried my hand at painting fabric folds for the first time here.


Again I used pure white as a highlight. I smacked it right down on the funnel. I think it was after this painting that Hood started really explaining the basics of painting. He’d noticed we’d been using too much white. However, I do like the coppery browns of the funnel.


This painting is a good example of how I was noticing the difference in value between objects, but I was struggling to model each object independently. The bottles don’t “turn” in space as much as they should. My lights and darks are too similar to give the bottles form. There is no progression from highlights to darks.


All the intro classes are experimental. You get to the classroom and you play with all the tools at your disposal. In this painting and the next we were told to work with our palette knives. No brushes. I think the expectation was that we would create blockier paintings and analyze color and value. I didn’t quite do that. Professor Hood came over at one point and said, “Hmm. Not what I was expecting. But I’m not going to tell you to stop. Keep working that way and we’ll see how it turns out.” I don’t remember discussing the final results with him, but I think my method worked. I rendered the figure by focusing on the lights and darks. Even though my knife work was scratchy.


My second painting with the knife was even more successful. While it doesn’t exactly have bright lights, there is a strong difference between darks and lights. I was starting to get in touch with value.


You can see the benefits of the figure paintings in this still life. Look at the objects. They very clearly have light sides and dark sides.


The values are less clear in this painting. The lights and darks seem to muddle together on a lot of the objects. Though there is a strong contrast between the dark background and the light still-life. So there’s that.

This was my last painting in Intro to Painting, and looking at all the pieces I notice I struggled with composition. Honestly, I don’t think I started thinking hard about composition until my second semester of Advanced Painting. Even these days when I set up a painting I have to consciously make an effort to design the composition. Sometimes I wing it. That’s not good. Nope. I definitely need to focus more on composition. Looking at these pieces has reminded me of that.


During the 2010 summer I worked at a sign carving shop. Using some of the money I saved from that job, I purchased a Wacom tablet. It wasn’t until the winter that I got some time to seriously use it.


The movie Tron: Legacy was released just before I went on winter break. I liked the art style and decided I wanted to do some fan art. Hold up. Fan art. That’s right. Not my cup of tea at all, but for some reason I was motivated to give it a try. I picked a promotional still of the music duo Daft Punk in Tron gear. They did the soundtrack, but I don’t even listen to normal Daft Punk. I seriously don’t know what I was thinking at the time. Not that my decisions were bad. They were just abnormal decisions for me.

Like many people when they do their first digital paintings, I abused the zoom function. I zoomed right into every crevice and over did the detail. I completely overworked the painting. I’m not a fan of the end result, but it helped me learn some digital painting techniques.


I found some old pictures of my sister and decided to paint from them. I like the bottle in this one.


And this one is…uh…bug-like. The eyes just don’t fit the face. I feel like I should go apologize to my sister.


My dorm floor that year had a running gag where we would place a piece of fake dog poop in each other’s belongings. One person would place it in another’s backpack, and then when they found it they would hide it in someone else’s stuff. Anyway, I got halfway through winter break and I found the plastic poop in my jacket pocket. I’d been done good, as they say. But I knew who had placed it there. So I drew a sketch of me holding the poop, put it on Facebook, and tagged my friend in it. I let her know that revenge would be swift and unforgiving once we got back to school.

Stylistically, I had a lot of fun with this drawing. I did a sketch and then filled it in with blocks of color. I’d been looking at other artists who used a similar technique. This was probably the first time I started seeing color in shapes.


Playing around one evening, I took a self-portrait with a bunch of my teddybears. I found it funny, so I painted up a copy. Like my previous digital paintings, it looks characteristically digital. That’s a trait I’ve tried to avoid recently. I want my digital work to seem more traditional.

Back at school I did a couple more digital pieces. My art classes were only art history classes during spring 2011, so these were the only pieces of art I made during that time.


While browsing deviantart I found artist toughtink’s shaun, and decided I wanted to try painting in that style. Just like the dog poop painting, I focused on using blocks and shapes to establish form. It turned out rather successful, though not quite like shaun. I see this painting as a turning point. I was starting to think differently than I had at the start of Intro to Painting. I was starting to think painterly.


For two thirds of the semester I worked on this Patron bottle. I put it on my desk beside my computer and painted it in my free time. I started at the cork and worked my way down into the glass. This was my first time focusing on the intricate color reflections in glass. I abused the zoom function again. The cork came out nicely, but there’s something about the glass. It lacks rigidity. I think it could benefit from some thick darks.


My Intermediate Drawing professor was Rick Fox. His teaching methods were fun and abstract. He went to great lengths to create wacky still-life setups. The following pictures are of figures, but we did do still-lifes in the class as well. I’ve sadly misplaced them.


Like in the intro class we started off with short figure poses. This drawing was probably a couple minutes in length. The following drawings are all 30 second gestures.


Gestures are useful for getting basic information down.


A good series of gesture drawings can help an artist see the big shapes of the figure. Also, they’re good for working out compositions.


Rapid drawing forces the artist to find the flow and movement of the figure. Working from gesture drawings can help prevent a final drawing or painting from becoming stiff.


This is one of my favorites. I don’t remember how long it took. I don’t remember when I drew it. I only know it’s got a simplistic beauty. The lines seem to flow into each other. From the top of the head all the way down to the vanishing leg lines. It feels feminine.


Here I was working with proportions and trying to measure the distance from navel to breast to head.


During Intermediate Drawing I began a transition from charcoal to conte crayon. This is one of the first drawings I did with conte. It’s a stiffer medium and I had to adjust to that. But it allowed me to be precise with my darks. The next four drawings are gestures done with conte.






Throughout the semester we moved back and forth between gestures and longer drawings. This was probably a 3-5 minute pose.


Back to gestures.




I find the heaviness and looseness of these gestures reminds me of african sculptures.


While drawing these two figures I was instructed to avoid line and use the flat side of my conte stick. There’s pain in emotion in the righthand figure and I think that’s accentuated by the softness of the conte.


Compare the last drawing to this one. See the difference? This one is mainly line.


Over time a conte crayon can smooth down into a point on one end. This allowed me to draw as if the conte was a pencil.


When we returned to gesture drawings I tried to balance line with soft shading.



This drawing was meant as a chiaroscuro study. Notice the heavy modeling and the stark difference between lights and darks.


Then I had a break through. I started seeing the human figure in clearly outlined shapes. I realized I could build the figure that way and then fill it in with value. It was a comic book like technique.





I see this drawing as the culmination of all the techniques I learned during the semester. The figure has flow. The hunched shoulders hold a weight that trickles down the sloped spine and into the cocked buttocks. This was done with a combination of modeling and lines.


But the semester was not over after that last drawing. We continued to work on speed and developing the figure with just a few lines.



We worked very little with pencil. And I’m glad for that. Pencil is hard to use quickly. It’s a tool that’s built more for precision. In my opinion and experience at least. It doesn’t have a large, broad edge that can be used to place large swathes of value. That’s the advantage of charcoal and conte.



Like the male figure I raved about earlier, this figure uses a lot of the techniques I learned. However, the anatomy of the shoulder seems a little off. Oh well. I do like the shape of the head.


Towards the end of the semester we started doing longer projects. This was an out of class assignment. I had to draw the classroom with a pencil.


One of Fox’s action-packed set ups. I was stuck behind a couple students while drawing this, so the rectangle in the bottom right is another student’s drawing board.






An outside of class assignment to draw an interior with a couple figures. The room was my dorm lounge and the figures were pulled from photographs.


This is my favorite piece from Intermediate Drawing. It started off as one sheet. The top sheet. We spent a day drawing models in the metal working shop. The next day I added the bottom sheet and continued the perspective. I should try doing a project where I just keep adding on sheets each day until the perspective gets disjointed and wonky.

I should mention now that I took two sculpture classes at UNH. I don’t have those sculptures photographed. I should. I took a Figure Sculpting class the same semester as Intermediate Drawing. That Figure Sculpting class was incredibly helpful for understanding how the human body works. I constantly think back to the lessons from that class. We learned so much about anatomy. That knowledge is now invaluable to me.


Spring 2012 semester I had Intermediate Painting with Rick Fox. Remember how I said he sometimes had wacky still-lifes set up for us? The following pictures will show some of his teaching techniques.


For the first still-life we were given a limited palette. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it forced me to paint very dark.


A week later Professor Fox had us under a different limitation. We had to paint the opposite of what we saw. Brown box? Paint it blue. White bag? Paint it yellow. While these are not true opposites, the point of the exercise was to paint no native color. And oh. No white allowed.

The restraints made for a mess. But it was a fun mess. I learned a lot about color relationships. I figured out what color looks good next to what.


I was supposed to learn something about white from the color limitation exercise. I was supposed to learn not to use so much of it. But next session I painted this. And it uses so much white. I must’ve bottled up my need for white and let it explode here.


Professor Fox wanted us to see the benefits of painting in blocks of color. Of course, I’d practiced similar techniques with a couple digital paintings, but then moved on. Once again I had to make a concentrated effort to see in shapes.



For this painting we were told to draw two strips on the canvas and paint what we saw on those strips first. Then we could move into the rest of the painting. You can see the cross-like strips meet around the eye sockets.




We were given a homework assignment to paint ourselves deforming our faces. I selected scissors and gently pushed them down on my lips. I played it safe. Didn’t wanna lose my lips.

The art style wasn’t mandatory. I was looking at a lot of street art at the time and was inspired by stencils.


Another assignment was to do a self-portrait wearing the weirdest things we could find. I wrapped myself up in a sweatshirt, put sunglasses on, and topped my hood with a furry, pink hat. My only wish is that I’d done something more interesting with the background.


Towards the middle of the semester we began working on longer projects. This was the first. We painted two sketches from life and then painted a larger copy using only the sketches as reference.



The final painting was a lot of fun and pulled me away from my impressionistic tendencies.See, when I paint from a different perspective or with a different method I always wind up taking something away from it. I learn a lot that way. The above method (working from sketches) forced me to concentrate on composition.


Here was the first time that I felt what it was like to paint over a thick, dried layer of paint. Before this, we had mostly worked alla prima, or all at once. This exercise required us to focus in on a specific section of a still-life and really work at that section. My cloth painting abilities improved drastically with this painting.


For one week we worked in the campus greenhouse. I struggled with this. There were too many greens to paint. I still struggle with painting landscapes. That is something I need to practice.


The last painting in Intermediate Painting was a 2-3 week figure study. I found myself with one of the last easels and was forced to paint this perspective. It grew on me and gave me a chance to practice foreshortening. See how crazy and colorful this setup is? That’s a Rick Fox setup.


The first month of the summer was spent waiting to travel to Italy. I had signed up for a summer painting semester with UNH in Ascoli Piceno. I was incredibly excited. To keep myself busy I built a still-life to paint.


The bust is a sculpture I made during my Figure Sculpting class. I think I did well with the composition and colors. Looking at this now, I think I’d like to revisit the same composition. Though maybe with a different bust.


We arrived in Rome after an all-nighter and a short layover in Zurich. We then took a 3 hour bus ride to the opposite coast. Bleary eyed, we stumbled into our Ascoli Piceno apartment in the late afternoon. After unpacking, we met up with our professors Grant Drumheller and Scott Schnepf and had some pizza. It was all bang bang. That first day seemed to be a non-stop series of events.

The next night we got our easels and it was time to paint.


With a 66cl Birra Moretti and my easel I wandered onto the Ponte Sant’Antoni, from which I had a great view of the Ponte Nuovo. I could see some of my classmates milling around up on the bridge. I liked the view and popped open my easel.

I felt like Van Gogh as I painted the Ponte Nuovo street lamps. However, I struggled to see my palette. I was underneath a street lamp myself, but there was just not enough light. I wound up painting with highly saturated colors just to be able to see what I was painting. As I was wrapping up, several cars whizzed by with people hanging out the windows and screaming, “Italia! Italia!” I later learned that Italy had just beat Germany to proceed to the final round of the Euro Cup.


The next painting session was more guided. Our professors led us to a city overlook that gave us a good view of the surrounding farmland. I painted a house I saw nestled in a farm of olive trees. It was hard. I spent a lot of time scratching my head. I didn’t know how to work with all the greens. I still struggle with that. And it’s a byproduct of the UNH classes. We did not do a lot of painting outside. The Italy trip was the first time I received plein air guidance.

If you look at this painting, you’ll see that I tried to establish the lights and the darks, but there’s just no connection between the two. The values don’t form into recognizable shapes. There are no trees, bushes, or grass. There are just blobs. I continued to struggle with landscapes throughout the Italy trip, so when given the chance I painted industrial subjects.


When I got fed up with the olive trees, I scooched my easel around and painted the street behind me. I liked the golden graffiti letters and the row of cars bending up and around the corner. I painted quickly and the result may be a little incomprehensible to the casual observer. But when I look at this painting, I can see the street in my mind. Which makes me wonder if painting helps improve memory. You stand and you stare and you stare and you copy down what you see. It’s visual memorization.


To the right of the street with the cars was an elevated flower bed. I was excited to paint it, but then our session ended. It was time to go back to the apartment and escape the 100 degree heat with a nap.


Our next organized outing was to a swimming hole on the Castellano river. I was overwhelmed by the beautiful blue water and the golden river bed. I wasn’t sure what to paint. I decided to get some landscape practice and paint the riverbank. It was steep with alternating bands of rock and vegetation. I think the painting would have been a great base for a longer session. But it was hot and I wanted to get my toes in the water.


I set my easel up in the middle of the Castellano. I found a raised sand bar that offered a good view downstream of the Ponte di Porta Cartara. The brown band across the middle was a walking bridge. The figure in the bottom right was my classmate and roommate, George. I wish I could go back to the spot now and do it better justice.


After two guided sessions of painting, we were let loose in the city. I wandered around until I saw a huge statue in the distance, off and above some apartment buildings. It looked like a smaller version of Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to paint it.

I worked all morning and when I was almost done an old couple sidled up to me and started inspecting my handiwork. I wasn’t too surprised. We’d been warned that the locals absolutely love the painting program. The man turned to me and said a few things in Italian. I had to tell him, “Mi dispiace. Non parlo italiano.” Which I was pretty sure meant, “I’m sorry. I don’t speak Italian.”

He seemed to understand. Then he started listing off words and I realized he was trying to find out my nationality. I told him, “Inglese.” A nod. A look to his wife. A few words between them. “Inglese,” he said. Like he was pondering it. I shrugged. And he smiled. “Blue. Blue,” he said and pointed at the shadows of my painting. I nodded. He wanted me to use more blue in my shadows. And I knew I should’ve. But I was a little stubborn at the time and wanted to reach that decision on my own. Plus, we were told that every Italian is an art critic.

I smiled and nodded vigorously. “Blue,” he said. I nodded and he smiled as well. Our communication successful, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a fat wallet, from which he drew a business card. His wrinkled hand shaking, he handed it over to me. There was his name. And underneath it read, “Scultore.” He was a sculptor.

I used a lot more blue in my shadows after that.


Ascoli Piceno is surrounded on three sides by mountains. This was a view of the Gran Sasso and the fields beneath it.


Inspired by the art in the local museum and the general feel of Italy, I took to the streets one night to paint the Piazza del Popolo. For some reason, I decided to work with a knife. I must’ve been inspired by some of my knife using classmates.


Someone mentioned they liked my sketch of the street with graffiti, so I made my way back to that spot in order to paint a more refined version.


One of our assignments was to go to two locations and paint a large crowd of people. One location had to be done with knife. The other one with brush.

This painting is of the daily farmer’s market. It was done with knife.


This is the second painting. It’s a bunch of old men sitting on a bench outside a church.


I worked on this painting on and off for several days. It’s the view from our apartment window.


Our last full day in Ascoli I went on a painting spree. I painted this self-portrait in a reflective sliding door.


Then I painted the alleyway entrance to our apartment. The face was a larger-than-life wall advertisement.


At the end of the day I painted a night scene outside a gelato shop. Then we packed our bags and we went on a whirlwind tour of northern Italy before finally catching a flight in Venice to take us home.

I have fond memories of my time there. I learned a lot. It was the first time I painted every day for weeks on end. I would kill to go back and do it all again.


Back in the US and back at UNH I started my senior year of college. I took two art classes the fall semester: Life Drawing and Advanced Painting.


For Life Drawing I once again had Grant Drumheller. The first assignment was a study of Raphael’s study for “The Three Graces.” I had to do it in pencil because I’d misplaced my charcoal.


Then it was on to figure drawing!








In these drawings you can see how I began to fully embrace my graphic drawing style. Lines on the outside, value on the inside.





This drawing shows how I now think of the body in divisible segments.






Though I like the style I had at this time, it could’ve benefited from more rounded edges. All the angles feel slightly unnatural.





Like the cross-section assignment in Professor Fox’s class, here we had to sketch out lines and draw only what we saw within those lines.





Sometimes I have to man up and show my mistakes. This is one ugly drawing though.







Ooh. This drawing. Another favorite. Look at the  “S” in that back. It’s got some nice curve to it. Though I might’ve elongated it too much.



For homework we had to draw a figure in a scrunched position. I found a reference on deviantart and used two sheets to bring the figure close to life size. My only gripe? The feet are too small. And I wouldn’t’ve noticed it if Professor Drumheller hadn’t pointed it out. Now it bugs me.





At this point we began experimenting with ink.



So soft.




Ah, the double self-portrait. The assignment was to draw a severe facial expression. I drew two because I had so much fun. Compare this drawing with my self portraits in Intro to Drawing.



While at UNH my drawing ability improved the most of all my skills. It was easy to see that. Each time I went to class I saw things differently. I got better at analyzing the subjects. I suppose you could say I developed an “artist’s eye.” Though that sounds cheesy. I improved in painting as well, however the improvements weren’t as noticeable.


Right before starting the fall 2012 semester I did a quick self-portrait. I’d been painting all summer in Italy but I hadn’t really painted a portrait in a while.


I placed a large wall mirror in my lap and spent about four hours staring down into it. I should’ve included my shoulders in the composition. I look like I’m bodiless. Or like a worm. My color choice though, man, my color choice. It’s niiice. I don’t mind bragging about that. Look at the soft green reflected light on the right side. And the brown-red of the chin. I made some nice color choices with this. The perspective is pretty good too. That was hard to get.


My professor for the first semester of Advanced Painting was Jennifer Moses. I’d never interacted with her before. Hadn’t even known she was a professor. Her first homework assignment was this still life. I had to pump it out at night because I had no other time. The harsh lamp light produced some thick shadows I enjoyed painting. It’s easier to make things realistic when the lights and the shadows are both evident.


Second homework assignment was another still life. I pictured myself an impressionist at this point and used it as a personal excuse. “I don’t have to go into extreme detail. It’s impressionistic to stay vague.” I was so wrong about that. And it’s not that I was lazy, I just used impressionism as an excuse for my mistakes and inconsistencies.

There are a lot of things I don’t like about this still life, but the main one is that the white hat in the foreground seems to hover. It has no shadow to pull it down and ground it. Also, that’s not the greatest self-portrait in the mirror. I look like I’m popping my jaw out and to the side. However, I do like the concept of the mirror in a pile of stuff. It elevates the composition from just a still-life. It adds portraiture and a human element to it.


This painting and the next two were all done with the same setup, just different dates and models.



I’m still not sure how I felt about that setup. I remember being uncomfortable and unmotivated while working on these three paintings.


I loved painting the bottles on the windowsill in Italy, so when we were told to paint another still life for homework I revisited the same theme. I placed the light behind the bottles, like I was painting a bar’s alcohol shelf. It illuminated a few bottles, but it did not have the glittering effect I’d hoped for.

As I look back at all these paintings I keep saying I should revisit their themes. This is yet another painting I’d like to try over.


Tried to go for complementary colors on this homework assignment. I started painting the open Easter egg first and got really excited. I thought I was doing great. But as I worked out to the rest of the painting, my excitement dissolved. I lost my focus and my drive.


You may have noticed a pattern. All the homework projects were still-lifes. I was very much bored with that pattern. I went home for the weekend and asked my mom for some help. She rekindled my enthusiasm by setting up a still-life for me. She has a knack for still-life composition. Unfortunately at the time I did not have a knack for transferring the composition to my canvas. Everything should have been moved to the right a little. Then there would be nothing disappearing off the left side.


There was a huge benefit from going home and having my mom help with the still life. I was able to use some of her old brushes. I selected a few flat and bright brushes, which changed the way I applied paint. My strokes became more square.


This was one of the first paintings where I toned the surface before working on it. Because everything in the setup was earthy, it felt like I was forming the objects and people out of the muddy background mist.


A multi-week in-class setup I designed myself. It deals with thoughts on manhood.


This painting and the next were supposed to be a diptych. As I worked on them, well, they separated. They had the same model, but they were no longer connected.


Can you guess what I enjoyed painting the most in this painting? The lamp. It’s hilarious looking at it now. The figure is barely on the canvas and the lamp is the real center of attention. It stands in a black void, illuminating everything beneath. It takes up the majority of the canvas. It’s my subject. And it’s funny because the figure is normally the subject and focus of a painting. In a way, this pokes fun at that convention.

But not on purpose. I just liked painting the lamp.


Before you continue below, know that the next three paintings have depictions of me naked. So if you know me, and you’re sensitive to things of that nature, you might wanna skip down to Advanced Painting 2013.

Note: These photos have been removed since I’m soon to become an educator.



Our final project had to be a three piece series. That was the only requirement. I weighed my options for a while and settled on a topic I knew well: The Bible. This first painting was of Cain and Abel. But there’s a twist. I’m in it. Twice. Why? Well, I wanted to be the narrators bringing the viewer into the scene. I wanted to get the viewer wondering. And maybe I was asking the viewer who was to blame.


Then the viewer progresses to this painting and the narrators are suddenly a part of the scene. There’s Abraham, getting ready to sacrifice Isaac, and the narrators aren’t removed from the situation. They are reacting with emotion.


Finally, we come to the last painting: The Judgement of Solomon. Now the narrators are active participants. They are arguing over the “babe.” They can no longer ask who is to blame. They are the problem.

I painted these three pieces in two flurried weeks. The second and third paintings were even painted on back to back nights. I was obviously rushed. You can see how I left much of The Judgement of Solomon unfinished. But I executed my idea and I got some serious figure practice from it. It’s one thing to paint from a model. It’s another to model and then paint yourself.


I began my UNH painting career with Professor Craig Hood, and I ended it with him as well. It’d been three years since I’d taken a class with him and I was excited.


We jumped straight into the figure. Yes. It was glorious. I worked on a toned surface and kept my eye out for blocks of color. I was very concentrated. And I maintained that level of concentration for the rest of the semester

I think the figure turned out nicely, but I’m not convinced by the teal blanket.


This was a multi-session painting focused on large shapes. I particularly like the BOGS brand logo.


The last figure painting as an undergrad…


…and the last still life as an undergrad.


A portrait assignment. I chose my parents. You may notice that the chicken statue next to my mom’s feet was the subject of one of my other blog posts.


And the final project. My last hoo-rah.

Sorry for the lack of words in these last few descriptions. I want you to take these paintings on your own. I don’t want to influence your mind with words. Look at the paintings from my last semester. Compare them to the paintings I made earlier in college.

See how far I progressed? Now take a look at all the blog posts I’ve made since graduating.



This painting and the next came from a workshop with the Pulidos. Read about it here.



Taking everything I learned at the workshop, I started my own still life at home. More info.


This was a gift for my girlfriend’s brother. More info.

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Painted at the Crane Estate in Massachusetts. More info.
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The chicken statue. In all its glory. Also accompanied by a fat cow.

FALL 2013


My dad.


My mother.


Santa hat self-portrait.


My dad again. Looking a little spiffier.



The poodles.


The red teapot. Not to mention some star shaped shortbread cookies.


Girlfriend on the couch.


This was the start of a long relationship between reddit and drawing. More info.


The green teapot. The next seven drawings can be found through that link as well.









Flower still-life. The next 7 pictures are through this link as well.









The boots. Next four paintings are through this link too.






Drill and weight.


The fire extinguishers.


Flashlights in a sea of cloth.


Facebook portraits. Next four drawings in this link too.






More info on this and the next five drawings can be found here.







The Bennington Flag. Accompanied by the following five drawings.







Toys in the dark.


Lava lamp.


Bunnies in the spring. It was a gift for my girlfriend.


Info on this drawing and the next can be found here.



Yet another Facebook portrait session.


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By the pool.


Coos Canyon Bridge.


My flight to Orlando.


Daytona Beach.


Odiorne Point.


Franconia Falls.


Peak’s Island.


My girlfriend. And my first watercolor portrait.

FALL 2014

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Newmarket Mills


A commissioned lily.

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Thompson Hall. More info on the self-portrait below in that link as well.

Journal Scan 2

Journal Scan 3

My Euro boots.

Journal Scan 4

Higher Grounds.

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And here we are. Back at the present. Next blog post I’ll discuss my thoughts and feelings on this recap. I’m a little worn out right now.


Painting the River…. Oh Wait

Once again I went north this past weekend and visited the White Mountains. We met up with my girlfriend’s cousin, who is hiking the Appalachian Trail, and camped out Saturday night. But during the day Saturday we went to a river and I set myself up to do a watercolor. And then we got some bad joo joo. One person in our party locked the keys in the trunk of one car, so then we only had my CRV. And then my girlfriend’s future brother-in-law fell into the river and broke his toe. Except we weren’t sure if it was broken or sprained, so we hopped in my car and drove around looking for medical attention. Eventually we found some EMTs who looked at it and directed us to Plymouth Hospital. Turned out that he broke it pretty good. So I was unable to do a plein air painting, but that’s okay! Because I’ve spent some time doing a watercolor of my girlfriend.



I feel eh about this. From the start I made sure to push the watercolors in new directions. I went deeper and stronger with the color and only used a quick pencil sketch as a guide. So while I’m not too happy, I think I did benefit from the practice. The background did come out how I envisioned it though. So that’s good.


At Their Place

This week I spent a lot of time thinking about the still life paintings I have been making. I want to eventually start submitting them to galleries, and I need some way to bring them together into a cohesive group. Eventually, I decided on the project title of “At Their Place.” Because I currently live with my parents, all the items I have been using in my still life paintings have been things I found around their house. My paintings give an inside look into the objects my parents collect, use daily, and hold dear.

For the first painting of the week, I used a vase of flowers my father bought for my mother.


Instead of doing a sketch and an underpainting, I went straight into blocking out colors.


I attacked the watering can first, wanting to establish the bright pinks.


Then I added the darks in the leaves.


With my first go through of the flowers I wound up keeping everything gently subdued. I liked the way it turned out and debated keeping it that way. In the end, I gave it two more painting sessions.


Almost done at this point.



And here is my studio setup. I’ve enjoyed painting in this manner the most so far.


After the flower still life, I got to work on another teapot painting.


Once again, I skipped a drawing and just blocked out colors. I’m trying to improve my speed.


To contrast the yellow of the pot, I built up the rest of the painting with white objects. This wound up challenging my mixing skills.


I tried to use larger blocks of color for the teapot.


The differences in warms and cools was very slight and I had to focus on exaggerating them in order to give the painting the necessary depth.


As I gathered speed in the painting, I found myself laying down thicker slabs of paint. I’ve been moving away from this style in my other paintings, but it was refreshing to step sideways and do that again. I’m still developing my technique as a painter, and I’m figuring out when to go heavy and when to go thin and light.

My final session was a quick one. I defined the objects more precisely and refined loose areas.

I’m really enjoying the direction I’m taking my oil paintings. Still life paintings give me an opportunity to explore techniques while still developing a body of work that is artful and marketable. The 9″ x 12″ canvas size has helped me work on speed and step away from detail and work more towards general shapes. With these two done, I’ve already set up my next still life and I’m looking forward to getting into it.

So, just like last week, I was also working digitally every night. I spent no more than two hours on each piece and pushed to get them as complete as possible in the time limit.


My first drawing was the quickest. I just wanted to get something out before going to bed. I used user RHINOHORNINMYBUMHOLE’s photo for reference.


Because I am still new to painting digitally, I have been trying different styles and techniques. I also downloaded several sets of brushes. I used user Part_Time_Terrorist’s photo for reference here.


Last year I did a couple self-portraits in a cubist-like style. I tried to replicate that with photoshop while using user Darksideofmycat’s photo for reference.


Then because I was tired of drawing people, I searched through the pet photos to find one I liked. I settled on user chocojuice’s photo. It was during this piece that I found several brushes I liked. I wound up using them for the next two paintings as well.


Because there are so many users on reddit, I often have to sift through many mediocre photo submissions. Once in a while I find a picture that really strikes me. That was how I felt when I saw user ckxcore’s photo.


Finally, I finished with user haminacann’s photo.

With only two hours to do each digital piece, I often struggled to get an exact likeness. However, I limit myself with time in order to increase my speed. I figure I can only get better by forcing myself through restraints.

Now it’s time to get back to working on my next still life.


A Week of Art

This has been a great week. With work being slow, I’ve been able to spend a good deal of time on making art. On Sunday I finished coloring a two-page spread for my children’s book.


I spent a lot of time working on this spread, but I think there are still a few things to be tweaked. I’m gonna let it sit for a little bit and come back to it once I’ve finished other pages.

With the pages done, on Monday I got started on a tea-themed still life.

20140202-112353.jpgInstead of roughing out the shapes with pencil, I used burnt umber and some medium to get a wash of my still life.


Because I wanted the focus of the painting to be on the teapot, that is where I started. I spent quite a while mixing different greens to see how they would work.


I don’t usually paint things with patterns, but I decided to mix things up and throw in a plaid table cloth and a plaid backdrop.


My initial plan with this still life was to overwhelm the green pot with complementary reds. As I got to painting, I realized it is hard to mix so many different reds.


One of my last tasks was to develop the contrast in the painting and hopefully unify the objects.


Because it was meant to be a quick painting, I did not spend too much time developing the intricacies and details. But in the end, I’m satisfied with what I was able to accomplish

20140202-112611.jpgAnd here’s a shot of my work station.

Though I only worked on my still life for a little bit each day, I was also working on some digital drawings. I continued using RedditGetsDrawn to find interesting people for subjects. I did a drawing every day. Sunday’s drawing was in last week’s post, so I’ll start with Monday’s.


Monday I started with user mcgroo‘s photo of his father.

Then on Tuesday I worked on user toastehmonstah‘s portrait. (Step 1)reddit3

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On Wednesday, I was going to do my girlfriend’s submission, but I wound up frustrated with the colors. So I picked a different user and worked on that photo instead.


User keiseroll‘s submission was the answer to my struggles.


On Thursday, I did user planetaqua‘s portrait.


On Friday, I found user Aniolla‘s portrait and I loved the lighting. So I did a quick drawing of Aniolla and then found a photo to work on for Saturday.


The photo I found was scrambledramble‘s chihuahua.

reddit10By the time I started working on the chihuahua, I had a week’s worth of practice under my belt and I was able to get the best likeness. Hopefully I’ll be able to continue doing a reddit drawing a day.


The Doctor

A month and a half ago I began my most ambitious painting yet: a full body portrait of my father. And it’s now complete. Kind of. The only thing left is to let it dry and then varnish it. But that takes months and I don’t want to wait that long to share some pics.

The painting was commissioned by my dad after he saw the small sketch I did of his head. He liked that painting and asked me to paint a new one for his dental office. And then he gave me free reign. Size. Pose. Clothing. Everything was up to me.

But knowing that the painting would be on public display made me think very carefully about what I was doing. People look deeply into portraits, whether it’s consciously or not. Therefore, I did not want my dad to come off as imposing or threatening to any viewer. I scoured the internet and flipped through art books in search of inspiration. Eventually I came upon Paul-Jacques-Aimé Baudry’s painting of French architect Charles Garnier.


Paul-Jacques-Aimé Baudry. Charles Garnier, 1868. Oil on canvas, 40 1/2 x 31 7/8. Musée d’Orsay. (http://stephengjertsongalleries.com/?p=834)

That was it. That was the inspiration I needed. I found the painting a bit too moody, but the pose was perfect and befitting a doctor. So with Baudry as my muse, I put paint to canvas.


Actually, first I had to photograph my father. There was no way our schedules were going to coincide in a manner that would allow me to paint from life. So with some help from my mom, I picked out some clothes for him, sat him up on a desk, posed him, and snapped a picture. Then I started on the painting.


As usual, I did a quick sketch, outlined it, and then put a wash of color over the whole canvas. However, instead of doing an underpainting, I went directly into color.


My first priority was getting the canvas covered with paint. I used a decent amount of medium (Liquin) and painted out thin coats. I was only looking for a general direction, not the exact color. The fluidity and freedom of the early stages are aspects I enjoy and I always have to remind myself to maintain those characteristics later on in my paintings.


Once the initial color blocking was down, I began putting more focus into my painting. I started with the face, wanting to work towards a likeness as quickly as possible. At this stage of the painting you can see I had his eyes too close together.


I worked clockwise around the piece, dropping down from the head, into the pant legs, and onto the desk.


My arrival at the suit coat was the beginning of a long journey. The side in light gave me plenty of headaches. I couldn’t decide if it was brown or green. And I thought I figured it out at one point. I realized it seemed to turn brown in the shadows and green in the light. But when I painted it like that, I was horrified at the result. So then I repainted it and repainted it, and after each revision of the coat I always wound up returning to some variation of green. I even brought the coat out of my dad’s closet and used it as a reference. But it did not help. Though my eye saw the fluctuations between brown and green, I had to generalize towards green on my canvas. That was the only way I found satisfaction.


After doing one complete paint through of the piece, I turned my focus onto the background. I needed to establish value there so I could have something to compare and contrast with the figure.


Bit by bit I worked my way through the painting, taking a multi-day break from the face in order to focus on building up everything else.


When I returned to the face, I found out I had problems. The eyes were too close and I’d grown the nose too big. It was time for my secret weapon: upside down painting. I flipped the canvas over, let my mind relax, and went to work.

Turning a painting over tricks my brain into seeing shapes instead of pre-conceived objects. Basically, when viewing the painting right-side up, my brain says, “Hey! That’s a face!” But when I turn it upside down, my brain sees the bits and pieces of the face as separate and simple shapes. Most brains are like this.

With that trick I was able to pound out a better likeness.


Above you can see I was half-way through one of my battles with the suit coat. I had painted it a brighter green to try to bring in more light, but it had made my dad look like a leprechaun. So I had to go back and subdue it.


Another major thing I struggled with was my use of white. Now, I don’t use white straight from the tube. My teacher Mr. Pulido taught me to mix my white with some yellow ochre and make a butter-like color. That’s what I use for my white. The yellow ochre keeps the white warmer and unifies the painting. Even still, I found myself washing out the painting. I was using white too much in my mixing and creating pale colors that didn’t hold any vibrancy. You can see through the progress pictures that this happens significantly in the suit coat. It was a by-product of me trying to bring in more light. But it wasn’t acceptable. Towards the end of the painting I had to go in and fight to put truer color back in the piece.


The largest surprise of the painting came in the pant legs. I painted them early on with raw umber and this led to the creation of an accidental grisaille underpainting. When I returned to the pants later on, I went over the raw umber with a glaze of burnt umber and burnt sienna. This gave the pants the exact brown I was looking for. Although, I did have to go over the glaze with a few areas of thick mixed color in order to prevent the pants from appearing too uniform brown. But my lucky accident there made me want to try painting out an entire piece in raw umber and glaze it. I’ll have to look further into grisaille methods.


As I got to the end, I discovered my painting was becoming too intricate. I needed more generalization and larger blocks of color. So I redid the background in earth tones and attacked the suit coat.

And oh. I guess here’s where I’ll mention that I began adding a new technique. While painting the patterns on the tie, I found that scraping away the paint with my palette knife helped to blur the patterns and give suggestions of color, rather than outright statements. I don’t usually combine my palette knife with my brush paintings, but I believe I’ll be doing more of it in the future.


My last several sessions were spent touching up the head, the hands, and the suit coat. I wanted to push the painting and get that likeness.


The final painting is something I’m definitely proud of. Though it’s tough to decide when to declare something finished. When I look at anything I’ve completed, I see the minor flaws as glaring mistakes and I have to remind myself to let go. I need to take what I learned and address it in the next painting. That’s the only healthy attitude for me. Obsessing over a painting would bring me nowhere.

Additionally, I have a few progress shots of the face:







And finally, I have been trying to find ways to make my blog more entertaining. So I’ve created a couple animated GIFs of the progress shots. Hopefully in the future I’ll be able to add videos of me actually painting.






Christmas Portrait

 Last night I saw the Boston Pops and then got dumped with a foot of snow. It’s definitely the Holidays. So to honor this magical time of year, I have done a small Christmas themed self-portrait.


It has been a while since I’ve done a self-portrait. I used to do them all the time for school, but now that I have more control over my subject matter I just don’t have the urge to set up a mirror and paint myself too much. That being said, that’s exactly what I did for this. I unhooked a mirror from its wall, set it up on a large easel, and popped open a smaller travel easel to hold my canvas.


Originally, I started off the painting with line. But that didn’t work for me. So I wiped it out and blocked in shapes with a mix of raw sienna and burnt sienna. Then I painted the hat. I figured it would help me decide on a scale and prevent my head from growing off the page as I painted.

IMG_0776I worked my way around the head, using the background color of raw umber to whittle down the shape. After establishing the lips and the general nose area I became a little perturbed with myself. I couldn’t seem to get a proper likeness. So I started on the left side of the face and worked on establishing small relations of color and value. I usually use an approach like this when I’m frustrated. Concentrating on a small section alleviates the pressure of an entire painting. Eventually, I got to where I was happy with the painting again.

IMG_0777Because I started painting at 3 in the afternoon and it gets dark at 4, I wound up running out of daylight. Now, I had planned ahead for that and set up my easel so my light source was an artificial ceiling light, but that didn’t prevent me from having to work in dim lighting. The lights in my house don’t get very bright in general and I often find myself wishing I could crank them up a few notches. The dim lighting tends to make the paints appear a different color than they are. On this painting I found myself mixing the colors lighter than they needed to be. I had to go back multiple times and darken them in order to get what I wanted.

IMG_0789Despite my trials and struggles, I wound up liking the painting in the end. I got the likeness where I wanted and managed to hold myself to only 4 hours of painting. Hopefully these weekly paintings will help me develop speed.

And oh!

Happy Holidays!


A Portrait of my Father

I spent my entire summer working on still life paintings and it got to a point where I needed a change of pace. So, I turned to portraiture. Which was a large step in a different direction. To me, portrait painting is more of a challenge than still life painting and incredibly different than even full figure painting. The major difference being that portraiture involves capturing the likeness of the model. A portrait can be off by just a little bit, be it a nose length, lip width, or cheek bone height, or anything, and that minor difference can cause the portrait to not resemble the model. When I sat down to paint my father, I made sure to constantly check measurements and relationships so that I was getting a solid resemblance.


I knew I wasn’t going to be able to have my dad sit down for me whenever I wanted to paint, so I had to take a photo of him and use that as reference. I had him bring home his prescription magnifying goggles/glasses from his dental office and wear them around his neck. Then I had him wear a white dress shirt. My dad wore the dress shirt loose and I liked the contrast that had. It felt professional, but also relaxed.

dadportrait-2The preliminary drawing stages went well and I was excited to get some color on there.


I blocked in the drawing with some general color ideas instead of doing an underpainting. I wanted to get into the actual painting as quickly as possible.

dadportrait-4During the early stages of the painting I constantly fidgeted with the right side of my dad’s face. I saw that as the defining element of the portrait. People can be recognized by their silhouettes, and I needed to get his silhouette as close to the reference as possible.


After covering the entire canvas with one good paint-through, I felt pretty good. Except for one thing. I had misjudged the figure size. As I painted, I adjusted the head and fiddled with the proportions and wound up losing the top of the head off the canvas. At that point I had two options. 1. Shrink everything down. 2. Deal with it. I contemplated the first option, but I was painting small as it was (11×14) and I did not want to have to go down in brush size. So I dealt with it and chalked it up to the learning process. Besides, it didn’t look that bad and it helped me decide that my next portrait will be larger. That way I won’t feel constrained.


Every painting session was a give and take. One shoulder needed to be dipped and the other raised. The ear needed to be raised and the head widened. Back and forth, back and forth. I spent most of my time making constant adjustments.

Once I had the head mostly where I wanted it, I went into the shirt. I relished the simplicity of the whites and grays. It was an entirely different world than the flesh tones. I sailed right through it, leaving it loose in order to keep the focus on the face.

dadportrait-finalAt the end of the day I felt like the painting was a success. I was able to capture a likeness and complete my first portrait painting ever. I think I’ll be doing a couple more in the coming weeks.