I interviewed two artists I admire who also like to go birdwatching. I was interested in how they approach birding differently when they have their artist’s cap on. Here’s what they had to say:
With apologies to Godspeed You! Black Emperor, I present this fun little painting.
Lynne and I saw this song sparrow nearly every morning for a month on our morning walks to Dyckman Fields. We walk together for exercise, but it also gives us a chance to talk to each other beyond the admin stuff that dominates so much of our household conversation. Each morning, this little bird inspired me, singing his heart out, head tilted up to the skies. Wonderful.
So I took lots of photos. I drew him a few times and settled on a pose. I drew the pose on a piece of wood I–ahem–upcycled from the curb, and sent the photo to my good friend Jim Coe for advice. He is a bird expert and a fine painter, so I wanted to know if I were veering too far off the path on this. I am not a very tight painter, but accuracy counts. That’s the journalist side of me.
So he gave some tips and i burned it and then I painted it with acrylic. I love this darling little thing, but I put it up for sale here.
For a couple of years, I’ve been borrowing my older son’s woodburning tool to draw on wood, then painting it with acrylic paints. I’ve used slices from tree trunks and nice hardwood boards from drawers I find discarded on the sidewalk here in Inwood.
This morning, I drew, burnt, and painted this drawer back. I took the photo of the American goldfinches about two weeks ago on a morning walk with my wife.
I enjoy burning wood, and have since I was a boy. I like painting on wood, too.
I make pernil almost twice a month for my family. Everyone loves it, and it’s economical. Pernil is a pork shoulder that is slow roasted with Puerto Rican spices. Our neighborhood is a great place to buy the pork shoulder; the customers want a pernil that has lots of fat in it and a thick layer of skin on one side. If you buy a pork shoulder in a fancier neighborhood, it will be too lean and trimmed too close to be of any use to me. I don’t pretend that my pernil is authentic. True Puerto Rican style would be to cook the pernil so that you can eat the chewy skin. I braise it. I also don’t make my own sofrito. I’m not a good Puerto Rican, but I get a pass because my Southern roots blend well with that cuisine in a few crucial ways.
Here’s my process.
I cut a slit along the top of the skin and cut a big pocket in between the skin and fat and the meat.
I put Adobo powder, Sazon powder (both Goya) all over the shoulder and plenty in the pocket. Then I squirt as much Sazon Ranchero liquid into the pocket that it can hold, squishing it around so it gets all the way down into the bottom of the pocket.
Add a dribble of vinegar to the bottom of the pan, then I put it in the oven at 9am at 200 degrees.
At 6:30pm, I take it out and suck all the pot juices out with a turkey baster. That liquid gold will be used to cook the rice. (I also put some in the small colorado beans that I have simmering with diced carrots and onions.) Then, I pull off the skin and pull out the big bone from the shoulder, and serve the pernil in a big bowl with tongs.
I put lots of hot sauce on my pernil. Ω
I’ve been sort of obsessed with triangles lately.
I know when it happened, but I’m not sure why. It started with this:
No one knows for certain where this teepee-like structure came from. Artists of all ages often build interesting little installations in Inwood Hill Park made from natural materials. So it could be that. One person swore that there was a movie shot at the spot, and the film crew built it as a set.
Regardless, my younger son and his friends were thrilled with it. And the more I looked at it, the more I was struck by how the triangle shape of the shelter was echoed in the very dark lower trunk of the tree at the top of the hill. Then I saw that the massive rocks descending the hill were triangles. And the sky holes formed by large tree branches, too. Soon, I saw triangles everywhere.
I came back to paint the shelter, making sure that the dark trunk of the ridge tree was in the composition. That study was good and pretty interesting to me, but I wanted to push it.
One Saturday, my wife and I decided it was a good day for “divide and conquer,” meaning we split up the boys and each of us does something with one of them to keep them from killing each other (and ganging up on us!) I took Charlie to the park and took my plein air kit. He took baseball equipment and his scooter. I saw triangles in the marsh scene. I painted this:
That was exciting to me, although it seemed to horrify or puzzle most passersby.
The next week, I took this painting back to the shelter spot, and painted over it, abstracting the scene into triangles. I knew what this was for. I wanted my friend Danny to own this one. At first, I thought I would leave about half of the original painting, shown below, which depicts Dyckman Street, looking down Seaman Ave. But the leaves and hillside gradually took over the canvas.
In the end, only a bit of the first painting showed through. I liked how the pre-War buildings of Seaman Ave were peaking through a painting of a very different kind of shelter. This was Inwood from the times of the Lenape people to today. I shot a photo of “Shelter,” but in progress. I mailed off the painting to Danny without photographing the finished product. Doh!
I started reading about triangles. I learned that they are symbolic of many things. The downward pointing triangle appealed the most to me. It represents abundance, plenty (the “cups” cards of the Tarot), fertility, the female genitalia, water. The upward pointing triangle symbolizes power, stability, maleness.
But mostly, I saw triangles all over in the landscape.
The next triangle painting explored the female angle of triangles. I painted my wife’s legs.
That worked out well, with the legs abstracted to show the warm and cool of colors on the form. Next, I took a photo of mine of a summer tanager and abstracted it a bit with triangles. I liked how I could use triangles to break up the preponderance of blue sky. The triangles also suggested the tree branches pretty well.
Then, I painted with my friend Tony Winters, and this gave me a chance to paint the Henry Hudson Bridge from a different angle, using triangles.
And this latest triangle painting is for our downstairs neighbor, the wonderful MJ. It’s my gift to her on her 9th birthday.
I don’t know when this will end or where it will lead. Right now, I am happy to go back and forth between triangles and more representational work. Ω
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I painted this piece this afternoon, standing in the median at Broadway and Isham, in Inwood, NYC. My kids go to Good Shepherd School. Buy it here.
I interviewed Anthony Cannata recently about how artists should market their work online. Here’s the resulting article:
SKBer (and SAA star) James Coe traveled to Israel this past winter as part of a group raising awareness about the plight of the Dead Sea. I wrote about his trip for both OutdoorPainter.com, the online presence for PleinAir magazine, and for the Susan Kathleen Black Foundation website.
Here is my piece for SKB:
And here is my piece for OutdoorPainter.com:
While in Kerrville, Texas for an SKB event, I had the chance to interview Steve Boster in his ranch house. Several of us were painting the view from his back deck, and he took some time out to have a cup of coffee with me (he was still waking up from seeing ZZ Top last night in a city 3 hours away).
Read about his work for Fisher House here:
I now sell some of my art on Etsy, at affordable prices. Please have a look!