Showcasing “Torrits & Paynes,” a New Painting

Torrits & Paynes, Oil & Cold Wax, 12×12

 

Every spring, Gamblin [a manufacturer of art supplies] collects the pigments that have been trapped in the factory’s air filtration system and recycles them into a paint named Torrit Grey. The mix of pigments is different every year, so Torrit Grey is always unique. 

 

For the past four years, I have collected a tube of Torrits Grey, each a different shade.  For this painting, I used the four Torrit Greys along with Paynes Grey and white.   Hence the somewhat esoteric title.  As part of my creative process, I apply paint before adding the following layer. This gives me a sense of my progress.  I may study a painting for minutes, hours, or days before moving on.  It’s like writers sleep on their prose before declaring a piece finished.  I slept on this painting for several days.  I had thought it needed more oil and wax; however, I finally blessed it with a title and photographed it.  I love the subtle nuances, depth, and textures.  The line work pulled it all together.

 

Torrits & Paynes is available for $425 plus shipping.  If you would enjoy having this painting in your home or office, please message me at jerry@jerryhardestystudio.com.

 

Happy viewing.

 

 

 

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MYSTERY OF THE LOST PAINTING – STRENGTH-DANCE!

Strength-Dance, Acrylic, 36×36

Previous Post, “Should Artists Donate Their Work?  On February 7, 2017, I posted an article “Should Artists Donate Their Work?” The President of the charity in question read that article. Being damned pissed, he insisted I post an image of the Lost Painting…. “Strength-Dance.”

 

I painted “Strength-Dance” especially for this charity with their theme in mind.   If it had been a small painting, I understand how it could have been easily misplaced. But this painting is 36×36… it had to have been removed from the event. My guess is it now hangs on a wall in someone’s home. It’s not the “Mona Lisa, ” but the mystery deserves to be investigated.  I would be asking the organizers and volunteers for the event the “who, what, when, where and how.”  Who last saw it?  What then happened?  When was it removed from the venue?  Who removed it?  Where was it supposed to have been taken?  Did it reach that destination?  How?

 

I provided an estimated value of “Strength-Dance.”  The value I placed on the painting of $5,000 was comparable to other paintings of that size in my oeuvre.

 

“Strength-Dance” hung in a darkened corner of the silent auction. It was difficult to see it’s true strength and it received no bids. It was then brought to the runway to be auctioned from there. In it’s final hour, it was declared to have been sold. Not true. It was as if the organizers didn’t want it to be sold.

 

I can only hope that the charity has learned from this unfortunate incident and that they will protect future donations and the artists who make them. Like the President of the charity, I’m damned disappointed.

 

Art Showcase: “Going Under” & the Story Behind the Painting

 

Going Under, Acrylic, 20x20x1.5

 Jerry Hardesty, Artist

$1100 – Purchase at: http://bit.ly/2kweyr5

 

Imagine that moment when you jump into the deep end of the pool and realize you’re going under! Or perhaps going into surgery and the anesthesiologist asks you to start counting backwards. All the colors of your reality come together as the sedation envelops your consciousness and blackness is your new reality although you don’t know it. Upon spewing that nasty chlorinated pool water or opening your eyes as if you were reborn, there is the first glimmer of light, and you’re grateful to be alive.

 

“Going Under” is my expression of a journey that I was somewhat reluctant to take. In March of last year, I underwent open-heart surgery due to an aortic aneurysm, a blocked artery, and a bicuspid aortic valve. I now jokingly note that I added a “snort” to my vocabulary. Had I not had that surgery, I would probably not be writing this blogpost.

 

Art – My “Sanctuary”

Sanctuary, Acrylic, 24×24

I have been doing acrylic studies on paper for over two months now. Rarely on canvas. Today, I chose one of those studies to enlarge onto a canvas. Keep in mind, abstracts are very difficult if not impossible to replicate stroke for stroke. Rather, I was recreating areas and colors. If I were to place the study and the canvas sided by side, you could see the similarity.

 

As my title indicated, Art is my “Sanctuary.” More specifically, painting is my “Sanctuary.” In 2006 suffering from depression after my poor health knocked me out of commission, my younger son encouraged me to paint to ward it off. I hadn’t painted for over thirty years. Painting became my saving grace… my lifeline… my “Sanctuary.” Today, it remains just that. My favorite quote is by Cecile B. DeMille, “Creativity is a drug I cannot live without.” If I don’t paint everyday, I become depressed.

 

Not only is my “Sanctuary” an emotional support, but I have created a sanctuary in my home where I can retreat and share my soul.

 

Recently, I have been sharing my soul through the written word (duh, you’re reading some of it, and I hope you follow my blog, “Studio Scoop”). Creating with words is now just as important to me as painting… my “Sanctuary.”

 

Hiding Under the Desk to Paint

My resume includes thirteen years as a choir and band teacher at a public high school. Can you believe after thirteen years, my highest annual salary was $13,000?  Poverty level.  Obviously this was several years ago and times have changed for the better, or have they?

It was during this time that I began painting with oils… wasn’t aware of other mediums. On my salary, affordable housing for my family and I was a mobile home. As you can imagine, an art studio was out of the question. When passion takes over, however, there is always a way.

I made do. I had a tabletop easel that I squeezed under a desk. I sat on the floor with my legs crossed and painted from photographs and magazines. My favorite subject was clown paintings. To this day, I still have three of those paintings. Each of my three kids have laid claim to one of them. I enjoyed clipping black and white photos from magazines and newspapers and imagined the colors for those clowns and their costumes. Additionally, I created still life paintings and gave them as gifts.

When I left teaching, I chose a different career path as a manager with a large transportation company. Having sacrificed my need to be creative and the stress of corporate demands may have contributed to failing health and I suffered two strokes and two heart attacks. I survived but lifestyle changes I made caused major depression. It was actually a blessing as my younger son encouraged me to once again take up painting. I did. I now consider myself a professional artist and I no longer have to “paint under the desk.”

I Paint As No One Wants to Hear An Old Geezer Sing With a Warbling Vibrato

At my age, I paint as no one wants to hear an old geezer sing with a warbling and shaky vibrato. I recently added snorting to my repertoire. My heart murmur (a faulty valve) was replaced with pig tissue.

At my age, it’s unrealistic to believe I can still have a smokin’ hot body. I suppose that will have to wait until cremation.

I may not have a lot of time left. I certainly haven’t yet made a date with the Grim Reaper. In the meantime, I have two driving needs, creativity and attention. I intend to create at least a couple thousand more paintings. I love being in the spotlight which takes me back to attention… that’s where you come in. As readers, I need you to read my posts, follow my blog, http://jerrysstudioscoop.com, and subscribe to my newsletter, http://bit.ly/2ihuT5f. As potential art collectors, keep in mind that I can no longer park my cars in my double garage.

Please enjoy my website, www.JerryHardestyStudio.com. I know you’re busy, but remember I may not have much time left.

Thank you for your support.  I’m not betting any younger.