LANDSCAPE PAINTINGS: MY OWN PLANET

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

MY OWN PLANET

Acrylic on wood panel - 7x5" - (C)ruceDocker,2009
SOLD
The Flint Hills are one of those unexpected parts of the landscape, in what is traditionally thought of a just a flat part of the country, rural Kansas. The Flint Hills are short rolling and choppy hills of tall prairie grass with natural rows of short weathered trees growing predominately in the shallow valleys. The view is generally uninterrupted to the horizon by man made objects. This gives a view of the sky that rivals that of Wyoming's big sky country. Towering thunderheads can make a person standing alone, looking up, feel intimidated, as well as in awe at the size of the clouds.

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HOW I AM THE WAY I AM

I come from a long line of artists. My father drew the original series of cigarette smoking woodpeckers used in all traditional tattoo shops today. My maternal grandmother was a professional artist who could paint the highlights of a vase with the devastation of a paper cut to the eye. And of course my grandfather was the infamous paint-by-numbers artist and rumrunner of Kansas City in the 1940’s. I have tried to combine all I learned from them into a cohesively rambling style.

My formal training includes years of study with the Canadian art God, John Nagy, developer of the audacious Learn to Draw Kit. We met every Tuesday afternoon at 3:30.

Believing in total respect for my materials I once used an entire box of Crayola 64’s without breaking a single crayon, I covered my driveway in Scotch tape to protect my sidewalk chalk drawings from the rain, and the linen of my canvas is made only from the wool of free range sheep.