Stick Pile Down by the River

I am very curious about sticks and the way they fall off trees and how they decay. I hoped to make this pile as natural looking as possible, with no preconceived ideas. I am looking forward to watching this pile evolve and finally decay back into the earth.

The below photo was taken a few weeks after the above video was created.

stick pile in woods

Stick Pile, January 5, 2015

Stick piles after Blizzard Juno

Stick piles after Blizzard Juno

Stick pile after Blizzard Juno

Stick pile after Blizzard Juno

Spring?

OMG…finally some spring like weather. I was able to draw outdoors today and was somewhat comfortable! This winter has hung on and hung on. Today, however, the temperature down at the river was in the high 30°s Fahrenheit!
 

I need not go far to draw, just down in my backyard. There is a wonderful river that runs along my property. The melting snow added to it’s depth and robust current as I whisked my graphite pencil over the surface of paper. It was picture perfect although my dexterity left me wanting.

I realized again how difficult it is to draw and embraced the effort that it takes to get something good. Initially, I went into my studio to paint but wasn’t inspired, so I took my drawing easel, a pad of paper and some pencils out into the woods.

The woods are an infinite cosm of visual splendor. My pencil could never be sharp enough to document the detail. It is apparent that edit, scratch, erase, scribe, doodle are all valuable skills to the draftsman want-to be, yet never enough.

In the end, what I am left with is an expression of what I have seen and how I feel about it. Always hopeful am I that the drawings convey excitement.

Down by the riverside...

Down by the riverside…

Veronica Benning

veronicaBenningSelfportrait

Veronica Benning – Self Portrait

I had the privilege to have Ronnie Benning as my 4th year instructor at PSA (Portland School of Art, now MECA, Maine College of Art). Ronnie and Johnnie Ross both instructed the senior painters. Ronnie was a very mild mannered person. I remember her being tall and slender, her eyes exuded intelligence. Her methods were always encouraging. I recall mostly how she would pick up on things she valued and make praises. Looking back she was unlike my other professors. I don’t recall any negative comments.

Art school is like any other learning environment…it is riddled with egos. Some professors are there for the $, some to learn and some to teach. I must say I had a fantastic 4 years at PSA and I enjoyed and learned much from all teaching styles. Instructors have the opportunity to make or break people. I saw both. I saw people pushed so hard that they became alienated and dropped out of the painting department and school.

Our instructors understood art in a certain way. They were influenced by others who instilled in them a path to creativity. Well, we all know that the greatest geniuses find their own paths. But everyone is not genius, they are people imbued with the struggle of life and are trying their best to make sense of it.

Ronnie Benning encouraged me in spite of my shortcomings. At PSA she was a moderate influence whom I could count on to gently push me forward into a space of unknowing. My senior year I went out on a wing, farther than the previous years. I felt encouraged to explore and discover, sometimes not sure if I was properly grounded. Ronnie never held me back and to this day I find inspiration in her thoughtful encouragement.

In the past months I was reunited with Ronnie on Facebook. She immediately began to encourage me and my work. And I got to see lots of her own work which she posted and shared. She was very complimentary and I found myself immensely grateful to her. Ronnie knew where I was coming from in my paintings like only a very few others do. I felt like she celebrated my curiosity and adventures into where I had not been before. She made many comments always assuring me and at the end of her comments she would say, “according to me.”

For some reason we connected and only for a short time. Ronnie passed away on December 24, 2013. A mutual friend told me about this a few days ago. I felt stunned. Her death was the result of complications from surgery. I immediately felt like something was taken from me and I was confused. I still am confused and sad that our dialogues cannot go on. I am sad for her close friends and family.

Her paintings are beautiful constructions of color. They are all about color in a very pure way. My conversations and messages with her were also very pure and always about our mutual love for art. I especially loved to see when she commented on my Facebook posts. I would read them immediately and think, wow, she is so nice.

For all the feelings I have one may think we were great friends but I cannot say that. We were just two people who happened to be on a quest to follow our passions, each encouraging the other to reach.

Thank you Ronnie Benning

En Plein Air

Today is a perfect day! I have had the good fortune to paint outdoors. I have not painted outdoors in several years.

plainair-kevin

The temps are in the 70’s F and very conducive to being outside with the birds, shadows and ambient light.

I have recently bought an abundant supply of canvases and oil paints. At first, I admit, I was a bit overwhelmed at what to paint today. As I looked about, I could have chosen any of the views before me in the meadow. It became apparent I needed to settle on one. Finally, I let the paint guide me and the composition began to form itself. The colors before me all fit together like a puzzle. I needed only to trust my vision. Before I could believe it a few hours had passed and the canvas was covered in paint. I was very excited to have this painting now behind me.

I am looking forward to many more painting excursions this spring.

Cape Neddick River

Drawing of Cape Neddick River

Cape Neddick River from behind the Cape Neddick Lobster Pound

I love looking up the Cape Neddick River at any time. I always wish to create something as special as it is, in homage. The old trolly tracks span the river like an ancient ruin in the making. They have proudly endured so many years of salty extremes. The house on the left was the home of my great great grandfather, Oliver. The banks of the homes beyond fold into the river as sweet as summer. I cannot be more happy about this place.

Portland Museum of Art letter of rejection

I received a rejection letter yesterday from the Portland Museum of Art’s Biennial Show. I had submitted 6 paintings from 2012.

From: curatorial@portlandmuseum.org
Date: February 28, 2013, 4:36:50 PM EST
To: ksfreeman@aol.com
Subject: Your 2013 Portland Museum of Art Biennial submission

Dear Artist,

Thank you for submitting your work for inclusion in the 2013 Portland Museum of Art Biennial. Unfortunately you were not selected to participate in this year’s Biennial. Please know that this is not a reflection of the quality of your work, but rather that the final choice reflects my effort to create a cohesive group show.

I appreciate the time, energy, and dedication that went into your submission, and it was my privilege to view it. I wish you the best in your future artistic endeavors.

Sincerely,
Jessica May
Curator of Contemporary and Modern Art