I have several paintings of horses, but this is one of my favorites. A knight sits astride the beautiful palomino. The gleaning of the metal in juxtaposition to the chestnut color of the body of the horse. The sunlight gleams on the metal, and right in the center of the shield for the horse is a sunburst. The golden yellow seems to have it’s own light, which then brings the eye of the spectator to the eye of the horse. Now, the eye of the spectator and the horse are locked…since the eye of the horse is gently looking back at the viewer. The eye of the viewer then follows the elbow up to the top of the canvas. The red color brings the eye back to the bottom of the canvas, looking at the blanket. Christine has done an excellent job of allowing a nice flow for the spectator. the eye is wandering around the canvas, and finding another aspect of the painting that went unnoticed the last time it was viewed. This painting hangs in our family room. The hose peeking at us while we are on the couch. I often find myself checking in on the horse and rider, but let’s not kid ourselves this painting is all about the horse.
I buy and commission work by artists that I enjoy viewing. I look all around the world instead of focusing in on one area. I try to find the best artist for the job that I envision. Jeremy had some paintings I saw of motorbikes that I just loved. The paintings had a depth that I was seeking. Does the muffler pipe look too hot to touch? Does the paint look fresh on the bike? Is there a personality that can be understood between the art and spectator?
At the time, I was looking for an artist that would paint one of the Lambretta bikes we own. It is a special bike that was a racer, and a favorite of Roberto. I wanted the painting to really showcase the bike, no background, this was all about the bike. The angle shows the piping of the bike beautifully. The light bouncing off the gas tank, the light on the fender, the nubs on the tires, and all that chrome.
Jeremy even painted the Lambretta in watercolor. Watercolor is the unforgiving media. Yet, when a master works with watercolor it is so beautiful. Nothing is taken from the painting. It is crisp, it is fresh, and it speaks to the viewer.
Jeremy has done several pieces of art for me, and he has a great eye. Take a look at his some of his other works here.
We have several pieces of art by Paul in our home. We have two bicycle paintings. I commissioned him to paint the bicycles for me several years ago. I just loved other paintings I saw of his with a transportation subject. I thought he would be there prefect candidate to commission for my bicycles.
I was really happy with the paintings too. The use of color, light, and shadow are perfect. The bicycle has hints that the rider of the bike is going to have a picnic. Bread, wine, and a table cloth are all ready. The faithful dog is ready to go along with the rider. The shadow of the dog is just beside him, and so is the bike.
The architecture of the building says to me that the rider may have chosen the bottle of wine from their own personal cellar. The rider may also be going to have said picnic on their own property.
I believe I own 5 pieces from Hye. I am sure this is my favorite painting I own of San Francisco. The painting screams “San Francisco”. There really is no other place in the world that looks likes this.
I love the colors she uses in the painting. The blending of the colors to create such a warm mood. This painting ought to be a post card for S.F. The painting lures you into the painting with such a strong pull. The street car is full, as they usually are every day. There are people full of desire to ride the attraction that only S. F. can fulfill.
The rails tell their own story too. They may look bright and shiny in the sunset, but the rails are old. The rails have been there for more than 100 years. Transportation that was created to carry people up the steep hills. The horses could not take the repetition of the hills. The hills are way to steep, and the mud…the horses would slide back down the hill, some horses were hurt, yet others were not so lucky. Many horses lost their lives before the cable cars. The cable is what pulls the cable car up the hill. Just don’t call it a trolly car, the trolly cars run on electricity.
It is beautiful painting, and has so much heart and soul. What do you think about it?
Instead of posters on the walls in the rooms of my children I allowed them to select art. One of the themes that my son loves is transportation. Green is his favorite color, and he loves races. The Bentley that he liked was an impressive choice. He really enjoyed the other paintings of Rob, so we purchased a few others.
The perceived motion of the car, the reflection of the windshield…it just looks powerful, there better not be a human in the way of this car. With it’s broad stance, streamline look, it just sticks to the pavement as it travels across the finish line.
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I began collecting art when I was in College. Often visiting small galleries, and University galleries and meeting with the artists. I like to think of myself as a modern day Medici. Collecting art and promoting the artists. The best way to show the artists the I love I have for their work is buying the art.
I have purchased many paintings by Lindsay. I have mostly purchased her work through Ella Walton Richardson Fine Art Gallery. One of my favorite paintings that I own from Lindsay is this one. This particular one I asked Ella to get a hold of Lindsay to paint this for me. I had admired this painting for a long time at another gallery, but the painting was already sold. I asked if I could commission Lindsay to paint another rendition of the painting. I just love the way Lindsay portrays the details. The young woman in the mirror bathed in light. Holding the mask near her face so she can see how she is going to look before going to a party. Her beautiful red dress draws the eye of the viewer directly to the subject. There are many other items on her vanity that are interesting to view as well. A picture of a girl in the background, the brass mirror, and the silver chest in the foreground. The reflection and refraction of light on the objects is tough to capture for an artist. Yet, Lindsay does so beautifully. Not only does she captures the warmth of the young woman, but the cold metal objects that are on display for us to view. We are drawn into this private moment. Yet we are not disrupting her from getting ready to go to the ball.
Images of Venice stir my soul. There is something so seductive about that place. It may be the mystery that lurks in the shadows of my mind. It may be my romantic heart that pounds with desire. It may be that this was the place that women explored their intellent only if they were a courtesan or a nun. Such drastic divisions…either a sinner, or a savior or souls were allowed books.
The first time I saw a painting by Mark Pettit I had to have one. His painting almost come to life right in front of your eyes. There is a dream like quality about them, one could almost step inside the painting and join. I have only two of his paintings. The one below caught my eye, and I had to grab it fast. His shows sell out very quickly, so a decisive mind is a must. One does not have the luxury of waiting a day to decide. I did that once with his painting, and the painting was gone the next day.
Upon gazing at the painting the viewer becomes immersed in the bouncing waves. Smelling the flowers, and hearing the sounds of the cloth of the blind billowing in the wind. The sound of the waves continually lapping the building, and the sound of the gondolas hitting on another in a rhythm that one does not forget.