Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Pooh and Friends Halloween 1 : Free Disney Halloween Coloring Pages

halloween piglet pumpkin
happy halloween pumpkin tigger



halloween pirate costume pooh

Halloween is coming! Are you ready for another trick or treat? Well here is our treat for you Disney fans. Here are some Halloween fun coloring pages to print form Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, and Piglet. Make you Halloween more fun with these coloring sheets! 


Just click on the images to view the large image file one by one to download and print! or to download the whole volume in print ready/PDF format click here:

Art Out Loud 7... Reminder

Just a reminder, Art Out Loud 7 less than two weeks away.



More than 85 spots have already been reserved and paid for. I know from experience that the room capacity caps off around 100. So if you're interested in going, you really need to RSVP now.



In addition to the five stellar artists that will be demoing that day, there promises to be many more in the audience. This is great opportunity to learn a ton, while meeting fellow illustrators in a relaxed atmosphere.



Saturday, September 24, 2011

1-5pm



Tickets are: $40 Members, $50 Non-Members, $20 Students

Food will be available for an additional $5.

rsvp@societyillustrators.org or call 212-838-2560
RC
Monday, September 12, 2011

Resistance 3: My Year with Zombies

By Justin Gerard


Some of you may recall this little post I put up a little while back on my blog.





AWOL


I mentioned then that its purpose was to reclaim some balance in my life. I had been spending a lot of time in zombieland, and I needed some fresh air. The project (that I couldn't speak of or Sony would burn my farm) was Resistance 3, which was released September 6 for the PS3.






I'm excited to see it is doing really well so far and getting really good reviews. It was a fun project. I don't usually go in for zombies or slashers in general, and this was a complete departure from my usual style and manner of work. But it was fun to switch things up and jump into something really gritty for a while. It was also a great learning experience and I got to work with some super talented guys from Edgeworx.










My primary job on this project was to provide art for the opening cinematic sequence for the story.  This explained in brief how things got to be such a mess and why you were about to go out into that mess and shoot everything in site.  










I was really excited to finally get to see the work in motion and with sound.  The guys we worked with at Edgeworx did some really amazing stuff with it.  However, there was one thing that did strike me as odd when I saw the first videos after it hit youtube.







At 1:25 in the video my friends Zach and Alissa get married.








Zach helped me out on this project, getting reference together and setting everything up for me. And when there was no reference, he would improvise. So in much of my reference, I find Zach being both the hero and the villain, and occasionally even the innocent bystander who gets eaten by the zombies.








Here Zach posed for the priest and for the groom and Alissa posed for the bride. Strangely enough, Zach and Alissa actually did get married in real life shortly after this scene.
I was actually in the wedding too and so all of this kind of blends together.


When I watch this video, what I see is Zach and Alissa taking their vows, walking down the aisle together, and then Zach running out into the parking lot with a machine gun and mowing down the wedding guests who have inexplicably turned into mutant zombies.


Like I said, it all gets kind of fuzzy now that I'm thinking back to it...

Resource



by Arnie Fenner



An important aspect of being an illustrator, particularly within genre, is to be aware of what's come before. Partly for insight as to how peers solved problems, partly as lessons for what not to do, partly as reference (for tropes and content, not for poses or solutions), partly for inspiration—but perhaps mostly to ensure that what each artist is bringing to a project is fresh and not a vague echo of what's come before. There's the old saying that there are no new ideas, just new interpretations.



So it's good to keep abreast of not only what your peers are doing, but also what has been produced through the decades. Art should never be created in a vacuum; successful art never is.



I'm sure each of us have our favorite internet spots, those that always seem to deliver a wealth of...stuff. One of my favorites is "Mr. Door Tree's" Golden Age Comic Book Stories blog. Don't let the title fool you: much like the fanzines of my misspent youth, Mr. Tree's (a pseudonym for...?) image interests are far ranging and eclectic (as is evidenced by some of the images posted here). Yes, there are plenty of comics-focused entries, but there are just as many devoted to pulps, illustrators of all stripe, film studio photography from the 1930s, pin-ups, and, yes, the fanzines from the 1960s and '70s. I'm constantly running across a Meade Schaeffer or Harvey Dunn or N.C. Wyeth painting I didn't know existed on his site, just as I'm reacquainted with long forgotten fanzine illos by some of the biggest names in comics. I never know what to expect—which makes visiting the blog fun—but I'm also able to learn more and more about what was created in years past...which in turn allows me to make better decisions as an art director and in some instances helps to jump-start the thought process for a new project. Knowledge of the past can not only influence, but can be a catalyst for something new and equally arresting. A tip of the hat to Mr. Tree!











RC
Sunday, September 11, 2011

Vincent Desiderio - New Paintings and Opening



Vincent Desiderio will be opening a new show of his large scale oil paintings on Thursday evening, September 15th from 6-8 pm in New York City at Marlborough Gallery Chelsea.


Vincent is one of the most brilliant painters living today, merging his knowledge of modern aesthetics with the love of the human form and sublime oil painting techniques. His work is unparalleled and has heavily influenced my own awareness of what image making could be. I highly recommend the viewing of his work first hand to appreciate the quality and emotional impact these images deliver.


Below is the press release from Marlborough.


Vincent also has a book covering his work up to 2005 if you cannot see the paintings first hand. It is an incredible collection of narrative images. A few copies are still available online at the bargain price of $100 (these have sold for $300+ in the past), I have just picked up a second copy...


If you ever get the chance to talk with Vincent or hear him lecture on art, you are in the presence of a genius.


Hope to see you at the opening!


Donato




Vincent Desiderio

September 15-October 15, 2011


Marlborough Chelsea

545 West 25th St

New York, NY 10001

t. 212.463.8634




The Directors of Marlborough Chelsea are pleased to announce an exhibition of new work by Vincent Desiderio. Featuring eighteen new paintings in oil and mixed media, this will be Desiderio’s seventh exhibition with Marlborough Gallery. The show will open with a reception from six to eight in the evening on Thursday, September 15, 2011, and will be on view through October 15 at 545 W. 25th Street.


Vincent Desiderio’s new work revels in the uninhibited toughness of paint. He exploits this toughness to underscore the absolute presence of the work in all its unapologetic materiality. As such this work demonstrates the unique capacity of painting to anchor the viewer in a tangible present tense of viewing, while inducing a trance of speculation regarding, among other things, the nature of illusion.



We discover again and again with each canvas, Desiderio’s uncanny sense of the power of art and, in particular, painting, to traverse the perilous isthmus that joins life with consciousness of being. One thought-provoking, hard-hitting, psychologically complex, and beautifully realized image after another comprises this new body of work. His is not a straightforward realistic approach to representation and his subjects are not classically beautiful in appearance, some in fact are startlingly bizarre.


Spiegel im Spiegel (2010), for example, is grand in scale and strikingly frightening and nightmarish. Lush and richly layered with virtuoso brush work, Desiderio holds the viewer’s eye to feast and focus on the quality of painting and the subject matter equally, even though the subject makes for uncomfortable viewing. This complex composition draws us into an epic journey in which worlds within worlds unfold in an experience both intense and mysterious in feeling.


His own place in the world is questioned in Self-Portrait Before Orozco (2011), which depicts Desiderio in front of the section of José Clemente Orozco’s monumental Dartmouth fresco entitled, Gods of the Modern World. The famous Mexican’s work looms over Desiderio, pressing a palpable physical and psychological weight on him.


Bride (2011) is a near life-size portrait of a seated female in a bridal gown in front of a stacked stone wall - the symbolism of which cannot be overlooked. Stacked stone is held together without mortar by an inherent integrity and can last forever or crumble under slight duress, depending on its architects. Looking directly out at the viewer with a half-smiling, un-innocent countenance, she is the embodiment of contemporary women. Yet this bride, unembellished except for her gown, glows in a light from an unseen source and her emblematic, almost iconic presence may also be an invitation to consider the symbolism of another prominent bridal ritual - that of Marcel Duchamp’s Large Glass. The large and menacing work entitled, I Liberati (2011) can be viewed in a similar vein, as can Desiderio’s monumental Redux (2011).


Evident throughout the exhibition is Desiderio’s technical ability, which he calls the “primary narrative” and by which he contends with great painters from any era. His paintings are characterized by virtuoso brushwork that ranges from searching to free, from descriptive to lyrical with authority across a seemingly limitless chromatic field. Explicit in Desiderio’s work is an original mastery of his materials, and, as such, a Desiderio painting is unmistakable in its qualities. His provocative work breathes with the history of art while it explores the contemporary experience, giving us an extraordinary sense of real individuals in a complicated world.




How, in the face of a profound history, does an artist proceed and emerge with his own voice? Perhaps, as Desiderio has formerly noted, it is through the deployment of the artist’s most audacious strategy - the heuristic plasticity by which he reconfigures the very history of art in order to clear imaginative space for himself. However, the key factor for Desiderio is not a matter of novelty or newness. Neither is it a matter of realistic illustration. It is a question of gaining of access to the “real” - the condition of being awake to the enigmatic subtext of our existence today.


Born in 1955, the second of five sons, Desiderio grew up in Media, PA, a suburb of Philadelphia. He graduated from Haverford College and later attended the Fine Arts Academy in Florence, Italy, followed by four years at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, where he now teaches. He lives and works in Westchester County, New York.


Desiderio has received several grants and painting awards among which are the Pollock-Krasner Foundation Grant; Painting National Endowment for the Arts in 1987 and the Grand Prize of S.A.S. Prince Ranier III, Thirtieth Annual Show of Contemporary Art in Monte-Carlo, Monaco in 1996. He was the first American to receive that award.


His work can be found in many important public collections, including: the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, MA; The Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York; The Hirshhorn Museum, Washington, DC; The Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art, Kansas City; Galerie Sammlung Ludwig, Aachen, Germany; The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York; The Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts Museum of American Art, Philadelphia, PA; and The Walker Art Center, Minneapolis. Desiderio’s recent activities include solo exhibitions at Galería Marlborough, Madrid in 2006 and Jaffe-Friede Gallery, Hopkins Center, Dartmouth College in New Hampshire where he was invited to be an artist in residence.


In 2005, D.A.P./Distributed Art Publishers published a major monograph devoted to his oeuvre, Vincent Desiderio: Paintings 1975-2005, with significant texts by Mia Fineman, Donald Kuspit, Barry Schwabsky and Lawrence Weschler.


A publication including an interview with Vincent Desiderio will be available at the time of the exhibition.

RC
Friday, September 9, 2011

Vibrant colors are beautiful


RC
Thursday, September 8, 2011

Guest Blogger: PAUL BONNER





Sitting comfortably?.......Good.



It really is an honour to be asked to contribute something to this little gathering of movers, shakers and artistic worthies. A talented bunch who do a lot to promote the stuff we all love. A lot more time consuming than it appears (as I've found out for myself). So thank you all very much.



Dan roped me into this a while ago now and though I've had to stop and start on it over some months now, this is the painting whose progress I decided to try and follow. "Hrimox", after Hrimturse, the Nordisk frost giant.  He comes from the wonderful world of Trudvang, based very closely on Scandinavian mythology, folk tales and sagas... a fantastic place that I am more than happy to visit whenever I can. The guys responsible for this commission work under the name Riotminds. Actually, used to work. They have recently joined the ever lengthening list of companies that, since having had the pleasure of dallying with my creative offerings, have had to turn of the electricity, board up the windows and go home. Indeed - the globe straddling behemoth that is Games Workshop is at present the only bunch that seem able to resist - or simply shrug off - this curse that seems to have attached itself to my name. Ha! Their time will come.



Anyway, Dan has asked me to present something in the hope that I would be able to produce some insightful essay into my own personal do's and dont's, how's and why's, and the even more likely if's and but's of my creative process. Again, I say "Ha!". Any techniques I learnt or picked up over the years are only part of a continuously evolving process that is best summed up as - what ever works - and making it up as I go along. I'm really not trying to sound flippant about this, but apart from some consistent starting points - the rest of it is pretty much always a huge leap of faith, and then having that faith tested right up until the wonderful moment when I can put my name in the corner. And that in itself is sometimes more a recognition of the need to get out before the whole thing goes pear shaped.



A technique will only get you so far and can very quickly become over relied on and thus consistently dominate any visual outpourings at the expense of life, emotion and all those hard to put your finger on things that give a painting life. Its not that I don't sometimes wish for a technique that would hold my hand all the way through until the afore-mentioned signature - its more that (and I'm hazarding a tentative guess that many of the worthies here at Muddy Colours would agree - even those with the more "obvious" beautiful techniques...) no matter how consistent I have tried to be over the years, things hardly ever go to plan. Even those bits that occasionally do, usually run the risk of being revisited much later, with grand and noble intentions of making them even better, or through the simple necessity of blending them in with more recently attended to areas. It's backwards and (hopefully) forwards all the time and this usually means that any vague technique that I thought was tried and trusted goes straight out the window and is substituted for increasingly frantic attempts at anything that will work (more of which later). Sounds awful and chaotic. A shambles, I know. But you see -now draw closer, my dears-  this is the very special place where I'm winging it and things might happen. Unexpected things. Wonderful things. Even weird things. The things that make me feel like a "real" artist. I love it. Of course, it's just as likely to be "Oh, no....not again!" as it is to be "Blimey! Didn't know I could do that!"



I might as well  begin with being upfront about the risks involved, as I'm sure the more astute ones amongst you have already smugly noticed. So please draw your attention to the first and second pics where the Hrimox's left leg is blocked in. At the time I felt I had blocked it in quite well and I seem to remember it falling into place quickly and relatively painlessly. Now fast forward to the finished painting. Found it? Bit of a mess, eh? A combination of constantly having to keep it in balance with the rest of the painting's progress, and always this idiotic need to try and just make it a little bit better - meant I couldn't leave it alone - and I blew it completely. I sense some surprise and a muttering of agreement out there. Well, its true. You wouldn't believe how long I wrestled with just that leg, trying to get the same "rightness" I had before. I just couldn't do it. So time for a time honored technique to try and save the day. The ancient, but easily mastered technique known as "hiding it". A bit more hill, a little adjustment to his hemline, a few more trinkets, and of course - a few snow flurries. Job done.





Not sure really why I'm showing myself up like this. Maybe it's just so you know that I suspect there are very few who can make things work out all the time. A technique can set you off on the path, but at some point, if you want to go somewhere where there's no one else, or that place that only you can get to, you have to stray off onto the little, dark, overgrown path and see where it goes. Much tougher. A bit intimidating. But the point is  - it's only you - so you'll end up in wonderful places no one else has ever been. Don't forget some sandwiches; it might be a long journey.



I'm dribbling on a bit, I know, but I guess I'm trying to stress the point of not solely relying on technique. Of course, you can still end up with a beautiful, even amazing and technically astounding picture, but I can't help but feel it is those little, dark and mysterious paths -together with leaps of faith- that provide the unexpected discoveries, delights and happy accidents that make the whole thing worth while. That's where the life and energy can be caught.



So, as I'm sure I've heard other souls here echo at some point - put the books back up on the shelf. Turn off the image search. Throw the phone out the window (very important, that one). Shut the door. Take a deep breath, and set off by yourself.



You can get help later. We all use reference and all sorts of stuff for inspiration, but don't forget to use yourself sometimes. There is a big, but often blurred, difference between inspiration and influence. It's up to you to decide which it is. I feel that influence always seems to leave a sometimes not so subtle or complimentary spore. Inspiration can provide that shimmering, intangible glow of mood, colour and energy that makes a painting come alive, yet in itself remains invisible.



I need my paintings to be believable, so I use reference. I want to be able to put myself in the paintings. When I'm painting I hear the creak of worn leather. The sharp sounds of cold iron. An icy wind rustling and hissing through the dry grass. Reminds me I was going to put a few ravens in the distance. Completely forgot. The lonely cries they make always seem to fit in lonely, mountainous places. Not sure now.......



I always try and draw things myself first, and then hopefully give them the veneer of believability by checking real reference. If I start by using reference without my own ideas for a framework, then its a bit tricky trying to shoehorn my ideas on top of something that is kind of engraved in stone, as it were. Without place for my own take on things, it's just repetition - alright - copying. It ends up looking like props from some really bad village hall, amateur dramatic production. This is what happened on the Hrimox's leg when I was trying to save it. The first painting was my own. I knew how I wanted it to look and was pleasantly surprised - ok, shocked - when I got it first time round. Then, as I said, I just couldn't leave it alone and ruined it. I frantically copied one reference after another, trying to get it back, but just tied myself in psychotic knots getting further away all the time. Each time I lost the plot, and I lost count of how many times, I moved onto another piece of reference, and just repeated the process. It was only when I got so frustrated, that I would try and do it instinctively, and without reference that I sometimes got close. But I just pushed it over the edge time after time. Hence the snow flurries etc. Sometimes time constraints and blood pressure force you to admit defeat and wait until next time.



Sometimes one can get so engrossed in the fascinating intricacies of "the truth" in the form of reference, that it seduces ones own vision to be subserviant to it, instead of the other way round. And I'd better add here that looking at other people's work is just as dangerous. Apart from the fact that there are ever increasing numbers of frighteningly talented people, which is seriously depressing (honestly), the inspiration that definitely comes from being amazed by their work, comes with the burden of recognizing that they are on their own path that they found. In terms of the reference or influence that we admit to using - the bottom line is that it's their truth. Not yours.Very dangerous ground. Especially these days when everything and everyone is at our fingertips. You've got to be very selective. It's very bad and habit forming. As lovely and informative as all these images are that we are bombarded with are; Beware! They'll try to steer you away from that possible, little path over there in the undergrowth that nobody else noticed apart from you.



Now I've really been waffling on (I sense a collective, rather sage nodding of heads. And one or two yawns.) so I'll try to briefly restrict myself to the few practical and reasonably established stopping off places on my path.





First, sketches. I've got to have a stage where whatever has to take place, can take place. Got to be somewhere I can imagine myself tramping off into, sandwiches in hand. Some are based on, inspired by photos. Some made up. Theo, at Riotminds, (who was the best Art Director in the world), never once in 11 years has asked to see a sketch. Not even a scribble. All I get is "We'd like some dwarves gone bad - lead astray - big bad Hrimox - base him on a musk ox  - none of that greek stuff, thank you very much - mountains - cold - bit of snow (if you like) -  look forward to seeing it when it's done." Believe me. I do know how lucky I am (was). So I freeze frame the film in my head, complete with the sounds and smells, and try and find the characters.











I should have taken more photos really, but bare with me. I use a light table to juggle the characters around , play with their sizes until I get little "Yes!" moments for each of them. Accompanied by vivid flashes of just how wonderful they'll sit in their jewel like perfection when finished.  Ha ! Fool!





Next, its drawn up on some watercolour paper, this then being shoved under the kitchen tap to wet the surface, and then taped down to dry. Now the whole thing gets a bit ambiguous again. I do know that I start from the background. Sky first for obvious practical reasons and as it tends to dictate the lighting for the rest of the painting. Then, with my brushes I travel slowly to the foreground - trying to imagine myself doing just that.







I use water colours in tubes, I guess in the same way someone else will use acrylics, gouache or oils. Squeezed out onto a plastic Ikea tray. A pot of water, and off I go. I've used them since I was a minor and have seen no reason to change. They are a lot more flexible than people think( apart from the purists, of course....), I can go back and reawaken them at anytime - they kind of give me what I want. I feel that they are my language.



I'm honestly not that aware of darks to lights, lights to darks, or what have you. All those apparent "rules" that people set great store by. It's not to disparage them. Maybe if I did use water colour in the traditional and expected way - I would very swiftly find out that I would have to abide by those rules - but I don't - so............ Sometimes I'm blending light tones into darks - sometimes darks into light. I guess its building up lots of layers until reaching the highlights, but I'm constantly darkening things down and starting all over again. I doubt there is any of the original blocked in painting that hasn't disappeared under subsequent layers and washes.



 


One definite technique (I'm getting really sick of typing that word) I find I use is to claw back areas I've lost, or to get highlight and colours as clean as possible. Then I use a gouache white, to sometimes disturb the layers and blend it in - or to sit as cleanly as possible on the surface. Then, using them in the way those purists would say they were originally intended for I put a delicate wash of the required colour over the whole area. Of course, this means I often have to go back in and redefine other colours again - but I do love that slow building up of things. It could be the whole of the Hrimox's torso, or just a dwarve's nose. Rather silly process really, now that I can see it in black and white - but when it goes well I just love it. It can lead to some very "muddy colours" (got it in!), and sometimes I even need to daub off as much as I can with a sponge and begin an area again.



 


I could have used tons more photos to show all this , but the differences are so tiny. Time lapse might have done it.....



Not much more I can think of to add really (was that a collective sigh of relief I picked up on?). It's a constant to and fro'ing of dark to light. Light to dark. Colours to sit on top. Others to disturb the layers. Washes to unite areas. White to find forms lost. Washes to blend the white back in. White to sit on top. Washes to colour the pure white. Those are the things I think I do, and now that I'm forced to write about it - it all seems very haphazard, sometimes counter productive, and even a bit silly. But in those striven for moments when things fall into place and everything seems to flow effortlessly... there is very little sequence or set patterns. It doesn't happen as often as I would like, or as often as I think it should - but that's when I feel I'm on that path and I'm pretty sure that it will take me somewhere unexpected and satisfying. Thats when it's best.





Make of this what you will! But if you at least find it interesting, and maybe even informative, I'm a happy bunny. If it answers some niggling questions - even better.



Still don't know what to do about those ravens though...



-Paul Bonner





A -very- special 'thank you' to Paul for taking an extraordinary amount of time to write this post for us!  Be sure to check out more of Paul's paintings at his website: www.paulbonner.net. And for those of you interested in seeing an even larger selection of his work, impeccably reproduced, I highly recommend his book Out of the Forests: The Art of Paul Bonner.
RC