tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59036165033396541202024-02-06T19:04:06.627-08:00Elissa's StudioElissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-48902996801916741482009-12-23T09:09:00.000-08:002009-12-23T10:00:31.271-08:00A semester in review<div>So, it certainly has been a while. Due to the craziness of senior year, my blog fell to the wayside, sadly neglected and unattended. I've finally made it back home to Colorado and I have some time on my hands. <div>Here are some selections from this semester's work, chronologically ordering the projects from most recent to earliest work: </div></div><div><br /></div><div>These first three paintings deal with memory, place, and a sense of home. Our ideas of home come from an accumulation of memories. We see a mountain and remember the colors of the rocks and the angle of the sun, but oddly enough, each of these memories recalls a particular instance that will never occur again. The world is constantly changing, and so are our homes. In a way, home is something you carry with you in memory, separate from the reality of the landscape. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; ">When I remember places, I think of the colors first, and so these paintings became semi-abstracted landscapes focusing on color and form, staying true to the identity of the place but amplifying the sense of color.</span></div><!--StartFragment--><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXE11TPbJBntS1OUQ8pQjctKuHyjEtiFF2T8OWHxFFqNfbRoSPqXSCsQ9RqzmB8BZ4IOjYvbO6mZUkEvfWfHJEBxjM2Pm6TOHOYV_KqhALAo5uI4ZkrCj9OxqO1J_SN01wIoNHu0HeiS4/s1600-h/_MG_6654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXE11TPbJBntS1OUQ8pQjctKuHyjEtiFF2T8OWHxFFqNfbRoSPqXSCsQ9RqzmB8BZ4IOjYvbO6mZUkEvfWfHJEBxjM2Pm6TOHOYV_KqhALAo5uI4ZkrCj9OxqO1J_SN01wIoNHu0HeiS4/s320/_MG_6654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482831640255074" /></a>This is the last piece from this semester. I broke through some barriers on this one; never have I handled color in such an exciting way. This painting is of a backside view of Capital Peak, a 14er that I see every time I drive into Snowmass. It is truly an impressive peak, not only because it is one of the more deadly 14ers, but also because of its sheer walls that stand above the lake in the basin that it forms. The hike to Capital Lake is only 7 miles, but it holds a special importance for me because it was one of my first long hikes when I was younger. I remember being in awe of the enormous mountain when we arrived to the basin below the rock face. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CJbZO0L6-Srr3P-TQditmVqZ8b4f5aQZ-G8I_1GnVg-dY8dVV6I_2Uy0HqK1LGQowu7R0SSeZdRzXC42-3cbS3Mz5PVmOEAHK-hDI8G2PdSoDetIVReEMTa5H1fyF21l0aEvFhJuw3qk/s1600-h/IMG_1652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CJbZO0L6-Srr3P-TQditmVqZ8b4f5aQZ-G8I_1GnVg-dY8dVV6I_2Uy0HqK1LGQowu7R0SSeZdRzXC42-3cbS3Mz5PVmOEAHK-hDI8G2PdSoDetIVReEMTa5H1fyF21l0aEvFhJuw3qk/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482829763293538" /></a>This painting really gave me a chance to explore the possibilities of abstraction to make a realistic form. This is a painting of the butte that stands above Grand Junction. The butte is the first indication that the mountains are coming as you drive eastward from Utah into Colorado. I had a lot of fun with the sedimentary fins and piles at the base of the butte.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizyuEf50A_3xXdPaUlPIEZsZyDsJhM8nyr61y7sK4l-PzUqjmmj0NUu_JJtzJJP4j1PjRdLp0wlzj7Ao9m8C3BGa0CQq05p7-9bJgNYXfkPU7DIne5ie_sKoyGQJZOg7V5Akko4cY-62n/s1600-h/IMG_1651.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizyuEf50A_3xXdPaUlPIEZsZyDsJhM8nyr61y7sK4l-PzUqjmmj0NUu_JJtzJJP4j1PjRdLp0wlzj7Ao9m8C3BGa0CQq05p7-9bJgNYXfkPU7DIne5ie_sKoyGQJZOg7V5Akko4cY-62n/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482818368725026" /></a>This was the first of these three paintings. This painting represented a major shift in my painting style. Here, I forced myself to work continuously on a painting for an entire month; something I had never done before. I tend to like to work alla prima and to move quickly. This experience gave me a chance to explore a whole new vocabulary of technique. I enjoyed amplifying the colors and creating interesting textures over time. This painting is of the Needles section of Canyonlands.<div><br /></div><div>These next few paintings (and this entire project, really) continue with the idea of home and landscape, but take it one step further. Because we carry our landscapes with us in our memory, they become a part of our identity and our very being. I wanted to draw that out, perhaps to illuminate what landscapes and memories reside inside individual people. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I began to work directly on the skin of particular people. To begin, the subject would bring me a series of photos of a place that they truly felt connection, and as I painted my interpretation of the photos, they would tell me the story of that place. </div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">The best part about this technique is its transience. None of these works survives for longer than an hour. Just as our memories capture a particular moment in a constantly changing landscape, these paintings are caught by a camera, and then washed off. The painting, just like a memory, only exists as a snapshot, no longer existing outside of documentation. </p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZa_KCPPlm9CvGB-hNkdwbbBIuZKWMAQrs0Eq8-Z49H-aqZWaZFpHNSr-SSfNV9J_Bao27jSJV27s56gu8p4-E0CflmpssZoSgLsQS0d-G-PCRUR0GYSNxJvdoSL3BwJD0p4PSddW9AR3h/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZa_KCPPlm9CvGB-hNkdwbbBIuZKWMAQrs0Eq8-Z49H-aqZWaZFpHNSr-SSfNV9J_Bao27jSJV27s56gu8p4-E0CflmpssZoSgLsQS0d-G-PCRUR0GYSNxJvdoSL3BwJD0p4PSddW9AR3h/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482258399587442" /></a>This is a shot of Matt's back from the side. <!--StartFragment--><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US">There are some difficulties with painting on people. Acrylic paint does not really like skin. It doesn’t adhere well, dries in less than a minute, and cracks horribly. I however, enjoy the experience this creates for me as a painter. Working on skin forces me to make decisions quickly about blending, color, and composition. If I don’t get the paint down quickly, I can’t blend and whole chunks of paint come off on my brush. </span><!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHoBezT71njQBrYo6iXMZbw17w8DKEtup4prqIH66bz6KeW8SmE6CGJjME58amCo8PR01grSPjzIftNuHhjqkYdQ70-sfAjbi0kpCTtvO4pHjwne1nVErVOlwPHBfZZfBCHyRGgWmJQUj/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHoBezT71njQBrYo6iXMZbw17w8DKEtup4prqIH66bz6KeW8SmE6CGJjME58amCo8PR01grSPjzIftNuHhjqkYdQ70-sfAjbi0kpCTtvO4pHjwne1nVErVOlwPHBfZZfBCHyRGgWmJQUj/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482250489656818" /></a>Matt's landscape...a mountain near Independence Pass as the sun goes down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uPdaVnFEoP82qXVmSZ31B_WxYTu10EM9OPKLXWtRi5uR1lmAYgAW5-HhemDISai25FtNYhimsHypVn_83cBPzY-gM8VqSP9TkJtp846_M04riX5hrk4CRJNY773spHHyhup-XRBuJEGs/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uPdaVnFEoP82qXVmSZ31B_WxYTu10EM9OPKLXWtRi5uR1lmAYgAW5-HhemDISai25FtNYhimsHypVn_83cBPzY-gM8VqSP9TkJtp846_M04riX5hrk4CRJNY773spHHyhup-XRBuJEGs/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482249861806850" /></a><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US">I wanted to include myself in this project, but painting on myself presented a whole new level of difficulty. In order to do so, I had to use a mirror and a reflected image. This was a difficult process; I had learn how to hold the brush differently, and I had to take the geography of my chest into account. Painting on the chest and breasts is slightly more confusing than painting on a back; there are many more contours.</span><!--EndFragment--> My landscape is Mount Sopris.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAI2qQPQIgS0WPp0KwHBlYaPn1J4G9vfetvVULw4AuY7aHRNnqZQ_dQNaFCsmwAmOxf5DgdWeo6PWM2mau5i2nx07jO_kCRMIEGqNdtt5Qvy8ht0-mNSF1n9k495ExsiPBFEMiNdEuqFM/s1600-h/_MG_6627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAI2qQPQIgS0WPp0KwHBlYaPn1J4G9vfetvVULw4AuY7aHRNnqZQ_dQNaFCsmwAmOxf5DgdWeo6PWM2mau5i2nx07jO_kCRMIEGqNdtt5Qvy8ht0-mNSF1n9k495ExsiPBFEMiNdEuqFM/s320/_MG_6627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482245314666866" /></a>Raya's back....her family's dock in White Lake, New York.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6O5UGTj3Jg-i09Fg_Q3PANJfiF4_jTOIVqFYAwC4Pgmlgidg06dqV1Y3y59Yu7B5nT8f-pkYHOBPQ04mfo21k5BwXziVVHsN9iNKYg_n3G4F8SsuWfKnNvlrg2u_WY6Bv02WD1yFLIX5/s1600-h/_MG_6572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6O5UGTj3Jg-i09Fg_Q3PANJfiF4_jTOIVqFYAwC4Pgmlgidg06dqV1Y3y59Yu7B5nT8f-pkYHOBPQ04mfo21k5BwXziVVHsN9iNKYg_n3G4F8SsuWfKnNvlrg2u_WY6Bv02WD1yFLIX5/s320/_MG_6572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482236728031874" /></a>Emily's landscape...Chicago at night.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another project from this semester was a series collaborative pieces with a friend, Madelyn Sullivan. Madelyn and I decided to work with natural materials to make structures that would foster a sense of community. Additionally, we were working within the concepts of home-building, and this manifested into two projects. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first was the Nest. I was interested in the idea of nesting in human terms. Nesting is an economic term, a pre-natal term, and a word to describe the way in which we organize our spaces in order to make them our own. We decided to pair that with the idea of a real nest, and ended up with an enormous bird-like nest that stood for 4 days on the Dudely Coe Quad in the center of campus. </div><div><br /></div><div>The second manifestation of the project came in a more functional form. Madelyn had recently taken a primitive living skills course and had learned to make debris shelters. These debris shelters can comfortably protect a person from the elements. They're quite toasty. The shelters stood for less the 24 hours, but they were enjoyed by many. Some people even slept out in them.</div><div><br /></div><div>In both these projects we aimed to get the greater Bowdoin community involved in order to make the project larger than ourselves. We owe almost all our materials to the wonderful people at Grounds who helped us use the leaves and branches they collect from the campus. We also managed to attract passersby in the work, and we didn't really manage anyone, but rather we let the project take form under many hands. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQveuqj9i8pSarOXtqQwPJkucLhrMiIgdy8JBMe6OgxuMxbzod2aFrYrsiIqGj8bnazaO5bCeRO0HZtptxEDp5IrlYKK6oAPUpLaeQKFM-INtZVLaJThgSUEMnk_UE5bh3j1JmBO9OGqBJ/s1600-h/_MG_6571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQveuqj9i8pSarOXtqQwPJkucLhrMiIgdy8JBMe6OgxuMxbzod2aFrYrsiIqGj8bnazaO5bCeRO0HZtptxEDp5IrlYKK6oAPUpLaeQKFM-INtZVLaJThgSUEMnk_UE5bh3j1JmBO9OGqBJ/s320/_MG_6571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481654558873826" /></a>Madelyn in a completed shelter, ready for nap time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hzOfEvv7rpAXZf5EZsfGTXGdJBLRsaQSxuJWfaSZ3N1hReRV0uOPfJhM8dc_xc_IClS5SRJgSWkviNTcfwzCHToRSrNFNapwdIR8mdcKELVZwJjSiv6gRs8YAue0FSjagxaO1SeIi6YD/s1600-h/_MG_6559.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hzOfEvv7rpAXZf5EZsfGTXGdJBLRsaQSxuJWfaSZ3N1hReRV0uOPfJhM8dc_xc_IClS5SRJgSWkviNTcfwzCHToRSrNFNapwdIR8mdcKELVZwJjSiv6gRs8YAue0FSjagxaO1SeIi6YD/s320/_MG_6559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481645539505074" /></a>Matt and Kirsten in a less functional shelter...this one became more of a fort. Two people could comfortably hang out in this shelter<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCzr09a4C2N5Rd3qOjPwHh1q9sg0oLf-P8AzO1xnRsiDAsVLy2uHPXzf1YAPGYS0Af0dI31i5rlxAHSWohTgzKPFbrfIHU6WUA15XiAZX0BDiyzc5krgicjEKbzvZ0N8z4oNupkpHXC9Q/s1600-h/_MG_6500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCzr09a4C2N5Rd3qOjPwHh1q9sg0oLf-P8AzO1xnRsiDAsVLy2uHPXzf1YAPGYS0Af0dI31i5rlxAHSWohTgzKPFbrfIHU6WUA15XiAZX0BDiyzc5krgicjEKbzvZ0N8z4oNupkpHXC9Q/s320/_MG_6500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481639513048418" /></a>Shelters in progress<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiW7UaNypqoylanWcIvmjQk9pAoFRZCzyIHIYoOPufO3TBaol5_2-eSloyevg2ZKWS7V3DZvfzWNPQHIU35DCRk_pqSYgx-ikqA9ztKHMgLjp_hZR2zRjrQzg0-LRrf_Af4x-I6RzIbpM/s1600-h/_MG_6498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiW7UaNypqoylanWcIvmjQk9pAoFRZCzyIHIYoOPufO3TBaol5_2-eSloyevg2ZKWS7V3DZvfzWNPQHIU35DCRk_pqSYgx-ikqA9ztKHMgLjp_hZR2zRjrQzg0-LRrf_Af4x-I6RzIbpM/s320/_MG_6498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481631816462162" /></a>The skeleton of the shelter is much like an overturned boat. The leaves provide insulation above this lattice work of branches. They are quite sturdy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xcnjs9sqUyLWb0iqp1W99pNJLlwWrkxBtJe1o8wZTUo0FGcpbyMufSt9Pb_c9HjnwVvu8dPJEz89Rd0xJrfn8MGgoKDI8LmEVcHNDMMuLgCIadgApKFi90ki7btvha0RLcM5z70HHtui/s1600-h/_MG_6484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xcnjs9sqUyLWb0iqp1W99pNJLlwWrkxBtJe1o8wZTUo0FGcpbyMufSt9Pb_c9HjnwVvu8dPJEz89Rd0xJrfn8MGgoKDI8LmEVcHNDMMuLgCIadgApKFi90ki7btvha0RLcM5z70HHtui/s320/_MG_6484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481621084877554" /></a>People enjoying the leaf piles...our main material.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3P6S5_siQtQIEdDxbtim1yEFJ1OVUa-H1iggS6MVJXfKhnPLNBHv460b_IqkVwYyvkpeSk3Vayb_CzVhrCvMNM9aM_UfNOoh0934_apa5IMimCZzU6-nID4Io8gMflWOjZSzUB3LpCuG3/s1600-h/_MG_6476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3P6S5_siQtQIEdDxbtim1yEFJ1OVUa-H1iggS6MVJXfKhnPLNBHv460b_IqkVwYyvkpeSk3Vayb_CzVhrCvMNM9aM_UfNOoh0934_apa5IMimCZzU6-nID4Io8gMflWOjZSzUB3LpCuG3/s320/_MG_6476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481042881961026" /></a>Completed Nest! I can put process photos of it up later if people are interested...it took about 6 hours to build.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The earliest work from the semester was really centered on transience and natural materials.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFh-2T0eS-kf2cp_3sqlHDRg5zNB1Kouv2ExCXgkJlnYpeBDsrpItRCuPnIaHIbK6cA4UaneDKLLGdgQqn-BK6UYFOz9cuKFRQYskD0x32npl1LP9S1fGqTYql-oqqYX_uIYkIy0oL3kNw/s1600-h/_MG_6314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFh-2T0eS-kf2cp_3sqlHDRg5zNB1Kouv2ExCXgkJlnYpeBDsrpItRCuPnIaHIbK6cA4UaneDKLLGdgQqn-BK6UYFOz9cuKFRQYskD0x32npl1LP9S1fGqTYql-oqqYX_uIYkIy0oL3kNw/s320/_MG_6314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481039180618978" /></a>Here is a single leaf I painted with oil paint. I used blue because it seemed the most surprising color for an autumn leaf. The oil paint was quite resilient...the paint never came off the leaf fully. I noticed people checking this leaf out from time to time. This was an interesting (but failed, I think) project.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9RyKVCyKBeMOu0A-W0VCkKGHfy3lhDTBb390Q6g5vE-pbdwqABj0ClCh52ec6ndrAApcIj1arUv6k1dluqJ1QwewUf1vlIgizCLTuDMjKoaWa-JZH_g1id3Q9zIlURDIe7yGAcAavgOB/s1600-h/_MG_6295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9RyKVCyKBeMOu0A-W0VCkKGHfy3lhDTBb390Q6g5vE-pbdwqABj0ClCh52ec6ndrAApcIj1arUv6k1dluqJ1QwewUf1vlIgizCLTuDMjKoaWa-JZH_g1id3Q9zIlURDIe7yGAcAavgOB/s320/_MG_6295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481027198629730" /></a>This is a leaf mobile I made using sticks and a color gradient of fall leaves. The leaves were then strung on wire and put into a spiral made of sticks. It moved quite nicely in the wind, but was not too ostentatious. This is just one mobile in a series of 4. The other four didn't turn out quite as nicely.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMoy4MoEpnr0CcsoUPSmGMF7ZnwoB42Hq9nix4i83GiayPKJoBvuU8ba65wRc4cD5-SKbSkwcsZLmnUw6TsNsEnCstKgb_zuxXKGdtBFuTMvAp8P2vXBayzpx1Wr9SmWbE0udvDpRwy3L/s1600-h/_MG_6276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMoy4MoEpnr0CcsoUPSmGMF7ZnwoB42Hq9nix4i83GiayPKJoBvuU8ba65wRc4cD5-SKbSkwcsZLmnUw6TsNsEnCstKgb_zuxXKGdtBFuTMvAp8P2vXBayzpx1Wr9SmWbE0udvDpRwy3L/s320/_MG_6276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481020833770306" /></a>Another view of the leaf-mobile.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxt6eb8ZJd3HY6soHfxYOrVKn2BlMVrMxaFKJk979dJEGp4sRB-9XbGDeWxVoZoCslvLFimddyreaYnsleoJMIcUp68luNn97Fd6UExzts5O_umxYYFGCLdXII0pZofyxwC_qjmkHxNYbK/s1600-h/_MG_6264.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxt6eb8ZJd3HY6soHfxYOrVKn2BlMVrMxaFKJk979dJEGp4sRB-9XbGDeWxVoZoCslvLFimddyreaYnsleoJMIcUp68luNn97Fd6UExzts5O_umxYYFGCLdXII0pZofyxwC_qjmkHxNYbK/s320/_MG_6264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418481012245555618" /></a>Mobile materials in my studio.<br /><br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-82778482842347317342009-09-25T10:54:00.000-07:002009-09-25T11:06:18.096-07:00School is underway!Hello! I know that it has been a while since my last post. Now that I am a full month into my senior year (yikes!) I thought it might be good to update on the status of my studio and work.<div>So far, I am working on two projects. Here are the brief outlines of each...</div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Independent Study Proposal.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">This semester I plan to engage in a careful study of the collision between natural forces. I am specifically interested in the intersection spaces between opposing forces of nature and the happenings that surround these events. This will manifest in a number of multi media projects. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">This is a rather large area of study, and I will limit my chosen forces of nature to those that enact some sort of decay or dissolution. For example, I plan to spend a great deal of time at the coast line looking at the merging of the sea with the land. I want to capture the rhythmic and repetitive movements of the waves against the rocks and work to mimic this ongoing process though paint. This may take the form of abstraction, but possibly I may wish to work in the field in a more systematic and traditional way. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Another possible set of opposing forces will be the onset of fall itself. I want to go out and explore the inner workings of the natural world as it falls into decay. The death of plant life, the change of color, and the feeling of the oncoming time of dormancy are all aspects of dissolution that I wish to engage. I will have to further narrow this area of interest to make the ideas for focused, but I plan on looking at the movement of things during the autumn. The movement of falling leaves comes to mind, as well as the way humans manipulate the landscape in preparation for winter, such as stacking hay, piling leaves, etc. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">In a more structured sense, I want to try and accomplish these things: 1) I want to incorporate natural materials into my work (sand, rocks, leaves, etc) 2) I want to work on non-traditional surfaces (doors, chairs, scrap wood) 3) I want to work traditionally while the good weather holds and spend some time in the field. I will see where this all takes me.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">My second proposal is for my senior seminar.....</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Project proposal (beginning ideas)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">This semester I want to use the senior seminar to broaden my artistic horizons in a number of ways. Jumping from the trajectory of my summer’s work, I want to engage in a series of careful observation studies of movement. In a very, very broad sense, I specifically want to look at the movement of the non-human world in comparison with the movement of people. <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I will categorize non-human as anything from wind, leaves, water, rocks or clouds. The people-movements I am interested with are those where humans are directly interacting with the natural world and the various devices they use to do so. It will be intriguing to watch the differences in human movement as the weather gets worse this semester. I am also interested in the ways in which humans assert themselves over the natural world (farming, gardening, raking leaves, etc.). </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">However, I am most concerned with the non-human world due to the inherent rhythms and chaos that exist in nature, often occurring side by side. For example, water crashes against the rocks of the coast, forming completely random spray and foam patterns, and yet there is some order in the approach of the waves, however marginal. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I am still unsure how I truly plan to engage this subject, but I do know a few things:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">1) I want to do a few installation pieces while the weather is still nice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">2) I want to work on discarded wood, such as old doors, chairs, etc.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">3) I will probably work in paint part of the time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">4) I plan to experiment with sculpture.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">5) I would like to learn how to weld. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">6) I would like to sew leaves together for an installation.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I will concurrently working on engaging the idea of entropy, decay, and dissolution in my independent study. I will be spending a bit of time at the coast and also probably watching farmers further inland. That being said, it is possible that I may be using the same sources for the two veins of work, but I do not intend for these projects to have similar outcomes. I do this so that my life is a bit more manageable and so I can spend a fair bit of time at my research sites and not have to worry about scurrying off to separate places for the separate projects.</p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-20791100397509337742009-08-05T17:24:00.001-07:002009-08-05T17:52:02.699-07:00Going Big<div>It's been a few days since I last updated, but I certainly have been busy. I pretty much left caution to the wind and went all out with these last few pieces...and I can't remember ever having more fun painting. </div><div>The work pretty much speaks for itself, but I would preface it with some context. Throughout the summer I've been combating the generalized, commodified images propagated by the Maine tourist industry. I've sought to see past prescribed "scenic" or "beautiful" views and instead look for the ephemeral, the fleeting, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">specific </span>experience. </div><div>In these paintings I think I have moved past the parameters of simple landscape and moved towards an idea...the notion that each moment that nature is experienced is singular, irreplaceable and un-reproducible. The interaction between the viewer and the object is a personal, almost intimate suspension of time. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope these paintings also suspend time and insist on specificity. They certainly demand your attention. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtS6dPPYKs-45XHmKjHZy-EqbT9b_URmj38Ru-2DC57FcDUaaNRRu15AezM9cBiujBrMnmR13qFx6I0UK1N1qQURYwloWq_hP4I_828nXVKYKO_DxwTBcO1CeiIQDQ9JkelZi7g_Fi6RGN/s1600-h/_MG_6106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtS6dPPYKs-45XHmKjHZy-EqbT9b_URmj38Ru-2DC57FcDUaaNRRu15AezM9cBiujBrMnmR13qFx6I0UK1N1qQURYwloWq_hP4I_828nXVKYKO_DxwTBcO1CeiIQDQ9JkelZi7g_Fi6RGN/s320/_MG_6106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642491164458002" /></a>One half of the Sunset/Red Tide diptych.....this will be hung horizontally, but I quite liked the daunting effect the painting has when it is standing vertical. The painting is 8' x 5' 2". <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5ugVcTFvQoBrUhXPSqZcOSdK9J3w7-zU7zpBxfvGv_Wt-J2DqnlF5oBi-zA1bcg0Q_GNlqg0hyykhh4Xawge8R13WcR9Ssspm_Gxv1k6RijO2E5v8rxnpUUerMmIoTGxU4fthcYy4u3U/s1600-h/_MG_6105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5ugVcTFvQoBrUhXPSqZcOSdK9J3w7-zU7zpBxfvGv_Wt-J2DqnlF5oBi-zA1bcg0Q_GNlqg0hyykhh4Xawge8R13WcR9Ssspm_Gxv1k6RijO2E5v8rxnpUUerMmIoTGxU4fthcYy4u3U/s320/_MG_6105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642486807742146" /></a>Bottom half of the diptych. These photos do not do justice to the complexity of these works, there are layers upon layers of paint and ink, wet into wet mixing, and raised lines of thrown paint. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iPjRumzdK65amD153rTKkuCKaIyJ94ukMnUT2T-2v-FhiEITGafB18leisn0LaOmndGZx4WKwvjsn3RIvMaTXS4HIqppuhiPMI1C26df4tsi5Od_yzK4o20Ea1OXYQs79B9iCs9ThMeR/s1600-h/_MG_6104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iPjRumzdK65amD153rTKkuCKaIyJ94ukMnUT2T-2v-FhiEITGafB18leisn0LaOmndGZx4WKwvjsn3RIvMaTXS4HIqppuhiPMI1C26df4tsi5Od_yzK4o20Ea1OXYQs79B9iCs9ThMeR/s320/_MG_6104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642481876349458" /></a>Now imagine this sideways.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkHDJj7G-bAVVBsOVSisV0d9ID4Veqzwyyt33tBzdNvRE3rrtJQ71QBUfEn_4mobaWPomvGZjIKVmCdPPgS7PFqhRO2lhTftm7NZpwFT8zwlEk8O5PErMiZq1ZVtbZIZJVBKT1QS1623B/s1600-h/_MG_6102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkHDJj7G-bAVVBsOVSisV0d9ID4Veqzwyyt33tBzdNvRE3rrtJQ71QBUfEn_4mobaWPomvGZjIKVmCdPPgS7PFqhRO2lhTftm7NZpwFT8zwlEk8O5PErMiZq1ZVtbZIZJVBKT1QS1623B/s320/_MG_6102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642477232217890" /></a>Hands down my favorite painting. Somehow it resembles a nebula, but I prefer to think of it as bio-luminescence or perhaps what is going on in my brain while I paint. All abstraction has an element of reality in it, and those little tidbits are my element of the Real in this one. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2762gsVUE01EpM_xzPckzjzW_1SGwkn9_rvw5-jj-VxIrylGaIbFHLQRju6AuKsX9NfcalLUKNBkyvzG-AwQiwV-fFmWkRFzEIFuJ2wn8DYJGZugbBURO3WZhjqUdOQgPRj483nOuEQTt/s1600-h/_MG_6101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2762gsVUE01EpM_xzPckzjzW_1SGwkn9_rvw5-jj-VxIrylGaIbFHLQRju6AuKsX9NfcalLUKNBkyvzG-AwQiwV-fFmWkRFzEIFuJ2wn8DYJGZugbBURO3WZhjqUdOQgPRj483nOuEQTt/s320/_MG_6101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642209107019858" /></a>Bio-luminescence and Wave 1 together. I think they belong as such. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2J3159cFzGZvEB3s9jQdoIWnDAk5pUY9RxjpdsizMppvnHp9lA1004KXK0LzeDjLj872tD1r-USnm0Gq_eSaSOLZOHCe7Xc7G9q_BoE1VybuE2hku01a8dN-my6-N8iFnT-FAaK8pdjHe/s1600-h/_MG_6100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2J3159cFzGZvEB3s9jQdoIWnDAk5pUY9RxjpdsizMppvnHp9lA1004KXK0LzeDjLj872tD1r-USnm0Gq_eSaSOLZOHCe7Xc7G9q_BoE1VybuE2hku01a8dN-my6-N8iFnT-FAaK8pdjHe/s320/_MG_6100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642203651397506" /></a>The building process....this was actually really fun because I got to use power tools, but also somewhat unfortunate because I got a shard of wood in my eye. Even though I was wearing protective lenses. WORST PAIN EVER. Thank goodness Matt isn't squeamish and didn't mind fishing it out of my eye with a q-tip several hours later. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJx8snv6SPM8fUZwGPPCbUK33pNUatGIk-Zf-ouWBJ5e632rQ0Bofr5YZ19YRnCYLrypgruvgzuOM7ut5AvEhyphenhyphenYX_EhL7DAHjK_ool-yQ2dhNv3Z5yomUmOSt67B5Bk-TRmjkf8sRaytJ/s1600-h/_MG_6001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJx8snv6SPM8fUZwGPPCbUK33pNUatGIk-Zf-ouWBJ5e632rQ0Bofr5YZ19YRnCYLrypgruvgzuOM7ut5AvEhyphenhyphenYX_EhL7DAHjK_ool-yQ2dhNv3Z5yomUmOSt67B5Bk-TRmjkf8sRaytJ/s320/_MG_6001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642201291959426" /></a>A detail of Sunset/Red Tide in process....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_COSGw3SY7GhYNgROG0Oc1giSjPtFgUjT6vVvsUzdHYaeP6JdgXGGoW7aGZoSiP2sJws2YrCnrraHOjob1diWjC6jzyJ7yZCrrgIiThOKfBTZ3w4k5T4rAN9gndpj170-JRWyFFZpGRT/s1600-h/_MG_6002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_COSGw3SY7GhYNgROG0Oc1giSjPtFgUjT6vVvsUzdHYaeP6JdgXGGoW7aGZoSiP2sJws2YrCnrraHOjob1diWjC6jzyJ7yZCrrgIiThOKfBTZ3w4k5T4rAN9gndpj170-JRWyFFZpGRT/s320/_MG_6002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642198738993602" /></a>Another detail<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqkYSPIXIxSFqBDkhdg_T5MWF6q0FVoehPYNaIcUOmfJQRjUbhwFsORvdSOuY4OcCZ3xyNfMXeGdxNFyl3zPN3sVar6oSI0lZfXCh8nj5zpEkt_he7-t3seE9AsmiYk0hyphenhyphenb9ZDBlpxVrD/s1600-h/_MG_5999.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqkYSPIXIxSFqBDkhdg_T5MWF6q0FVoehPYNaIcUOmfJQRjUbhwFsORvdSOuY4OcCZ3xyNfMXeGdxNFyl3zPN3sVar6oSI0lZfXCh8nj5zpEkt_he7-t3seE9AsmiYk0hyphenhyphenb9ZDBlpxVrD/s320/_MG_5999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366640579171912738" /></a>Sunset/Red tide was actually one piece of canvas to start but logically, aesthetically and functionally it made sense to make it into two pieces. (I couldn't have gotten it out of the building in one piece.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBzujio-QHBBxiuiSNd6RvJlzK4o2y76Q6VbQfaNGV02966BjhZICHJTbHKVagWveikTTB9bs7A2tIzzkm-Bsye7uQ17aL5ZHjMjIlphTzLi9mhVFbwd9M7WSKBZ_NKSuCF_PPiBAe-UY/s1600-h/_MG_5998.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBzujio-QHBBxiuiSNd6RvJlzK4o2y76Q6VbQfaNGV02966BjhZICHJTbHKVagWveikTTB9bs7A2tIzzkm-Bsye7uQ17aL5ZHjMjIlphTzLi9mhVFbwd9M7WSKBZ_NKSuCF_PPiBAe-UY/s320/_MG_5998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366640567562009794" /></a>Wave 1....my first home-made stretchers were used on this one. I'm still figuring those out, but there is something so empowering about taking lumber and making it into something I want. Even if every time I go to Home Depot the lumber men are astonished a girl (in a skirt!!) wants to buy so much wood. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48LFlILhxnG7tB3Me8vJd59dIO7yns5y0cSJJTQKtUDd3EQOTeZHIsceZRJGzjr5uVkxxhKM6vFl82yL20u1j6NG7DU2Da94zL3MMch2wZ9te1OPf7fZFaOGUt6I52c9kHUvYIZGbaL_7/s1600-h/_MG_5994.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48LFlILhxnG7tB3Me8vJd59dIO7yns5y0cSJJTQKtUDd3EQOTeZHIsceZRJGzjr5uVkxxhKM6vFl82yL20u1j6NG7DU2Da94zL3MMch2wZ9te1OPf7fZFaOGUt6I52c9kHUvYIZGbaL_7/s320/_MG_5994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366640564837138210" /></a>Smaller pieces....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdoCyI00yfKmKoYRZfszHw43vifMuC1PdhJVnsm_OcINBcDqpf7ZuV12fF4TTVZKeFS80vNAVnK8_balNeGJ5zsLXyO_8afO2dmMTofXGwQuikj4ON5S1ElFbEB05T6muKwH4nTgKeKfC/s1600-h/_MG_5993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdoCyI00yfKmKoYRZfszHw43vifMuC1PdhJVnsm_OcINBcDqpf7ZuV12fF4TTVZKeFS80vNAVnK8_balNeGJ5zsLXyO_8afO2dmMTofXGwQuikj4ON5S1ElFbEB05T6muKwH4nTgKeKfC/s320/_MG_5993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366640559039483330" /></a>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-85080101443403096562009-07-30T18:46:00.000-07:002009-07-30T19:08:34.240-07:00Summer Rhythms<div><br /></div><div>This week I've been working large, doing some really exciting action painting. I've been looking at Pollock a lot, researching in books and watching videos, and I'm working with some of his premises and trying to make them into my own. One of the best parts of working in this way is the quality of mark I'm able to make. I can directly transfer the energy and action of my body into the canvas. I am leaving a lot to chance and trying not to overly control the paint. I simply think about the rhythm of the ocean while I paint....</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDII1fC_OAXaKc3pKW1wkvd_-sJmbiB01LZcxotoN0YQcdD2Ma8HR-YalwILxyqCaAJ98r0H8X2l5znIZYRfnjzb-ap3qgLzlSMpFigcl_E2wN5xcj3VSXMQuB1tiFcazRIabyztMOL8Ye/s1600-h/_MG_5959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDII1fC_OAXaKc3pKW1wkvd_-sJmbiB01LZcxotoN0YQcdD2Ma8HR-YalwILxyqCaAJ98r0H8X2l5znIZYRfnjzb-ap3qgLzlSMpFigcl_E2wN5xcj3VSXMQuB1tiFcazRIabyztMOL8Ye/s320/_MG_5959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364436532400871522" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another detail....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBFmUqHsavcojmSdeeKOYl356i8kQSbBRw4CEIl4dt-thuPtehEvBqG6AoXIr0MebAqVaV6Bqw3b0wcCkDgTEZN5T7eJGXh2_wSVNeGwS7lq-GYQG7sDTSsHMeZO-n_qVCyu_qvfCsi4G/s1600-h/_MG_5958.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBFmUqHsavcojmSdeeKOYl356i8kQSbBRw4CEIl4dt-thuPtehEvBqG6AoXIr0MebAqVaV6Bqw3b0wcCkDgTEZN5T7eJGXh2_wSVNeGwS7lq-GYQG7sDTSsHMeZO-n_qVCyu_qvfCsi4G/s320/_MG_5958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364436528198023458" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A detail of the large painting<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkX28ZBiDA2ZVWNfrlGSTmChfQd6eq-7YZmyyXh_O1qErlF3kPQcPZK39yEtZhLGUdOdtzxUsm_hE0y1XqexrmFmPJvphtf3qska3-G5KRfDkMwR34QXeKXgtNbOJjMDg1j3WhtJTXV7S/s1600-h/_MG_5952.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkX28ZBiDA2ZVWNfrlGSTmChfQd6eq-7YZmyyXh_O1qErlF3kPQcPZK39yEtZhLGUdOdtzxUsm_hE0y1XqexrmFmPJvphtf3qska3-G5KRfDkMwR34QXeKXgtNbOJjMDg1j3WhtJTXV7S/s320/_MG_5952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364436523530356866" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> LARGE!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV1AGTzhFrt9f0DC4Bbo4axxqb3jnc-VV2rdlSFpnT77bs3wF7vofloulmqIk8R7u7x971EfRoAi23PXUx-60lKK1-aNq_BlUSafm-eUoTRmxtFcHlAxbrhadiKfmEmxFtvRpLmRuKdOF/s1600-h/_MG_5953.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV1AGTzhFrt9f0DC4Bbo4axxqb3jnc-VV2rdlSFpnT77bs3wF7vofloulmqIk8R7u7x971EfRoAi23PXUx-60lKK1-aNq_BlUSafm-eUoTRmxtFcHlAxbrhadiKfmEmxFtvRpLmRuKdOF/s320/_MG_5953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435920676762322" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Matt likes art. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIZBU3TUgKtmAdiLBwsyU6MKBoPCURcjvOD8DQUtvdFCMSzT8bP_PzhF1OnYPZ56YkTOVGgjdJ3PAzbnr44g381RdSls1GjmGSZyDVjb9dp2zgKEP3VXPAmkNqwJ12WUatg8dksl7GdyG/s1600-h/_MG_5954.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIZBU3TUgKtmAdiLBwsyU6MKBoPCURcjvOD8DQUtvdFCMSzT8bP_PzhF1OnYPZ56YkTOVGgjdJ3PAzbnr44g381RdSls1GjmGSZyDVjb9dp2zgKEP3VXPAmkNqwJ12WUatg8dksl7GdyG/s320/_MG_5954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435916190025170" /></a>A large 14' by 3.5' horizontal canvas...I painted this on the floor and moved it to the wall afterwards. It isn't finished yet, and now I'm going to go in with smaller brushes and charcoal instead of just throwing paint and paint washes. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jSggSrmRkeIDgmpCHM8ANFoXhvP8CfbuGmZ0FaUhmqPzC36MG3ULegotUfcBv7T1-GGSuaxSLaFtxXTMMbcASHxAdEFcVyPhcIAdDz6iwD-IZHydAZVKfoV25QDSnReNur8RJc926lkH/s1600-h/_MG_5939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jSggSrmRkeIDgmpCHM8ANFoXhvP8CfbuGmZ0FaUhmqPzC36MG3ULegotUfcBv7T1-GGSuaxSLaFtxXTMMbcASHxAdEFcVyPhcIAdDz6iwD-IZHydAZVKfoV25QDSnReNur8RJc926lkH/s320/_MG_5939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435910580523362" /></a>I painted this one yesterday, but I was rather frustrated with how it came out, so I scraped off all the paint and came up with this painting below...really cool effects....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDKp1kcvytwYSvqpvPXH1DH-L7cAv6BrXeuFthSLXv-9XmVb29VrGsbSz3X08yVXxJXx0kfujiRUJo8hGc_Wb4bWy4zXQdPKBE1ZeaaspCaP-KzH31VHmlsQJCsSkG9fdRZJlFNCHcKBW/s1600-h/_MG_5947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDKp1kcvytwYSvqpvPXH1DH-L7cAv6BrXeuFthSLXv-9XmVb29VrGsbSz3X08yVXxJXx0kfujiRUJo8hGc_Wb4bWy4zXQdPKBE1ZeaaspCaP-KzH31VHmlsQJCsSkG9fdRZJlFNCHcKBW/s320/_MG_5947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435903849856562" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> The aftermath of frustrated<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AX_lelX2rt0m69DYtEImw7L-bHaJ8SueGBWxNdpUHcbG_XMFndNSPA56GqdBF2ZEfrbNwiNb00Gl-ucQ-7OaBsr3jwhf2yxdxcsYvE7zM8cyRtrUqPfrWXkOC5bHhR8FpOpXUuPaZDrD/s1600-h/_MG_5943.JPG"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AX_lelX2rt0m69DYtEImw7L-bHaJ8SueGBWxNdpUHcbG_XMFndNSPA56GqdBF2ZEfrbNwiNb00Gl-ucQ-7OaBsr3jwhf2yxdxcsYvE7zM8cyRtrUqPfrWXkOC5bHhR8FpOpXUuPaZDrD/s320/_MG_5943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435387762515874" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is a smaller drip painting. I tried to let <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>go and lose control on this one...all I thought </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>about was the idea of waves. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDT9oSlXWXEsQt-WmN93x_uKMqYLgOdTYjOE6y2UA9r8GSS4bPqXbczbo7U-LMKScIehdtooRe0YlTAhzVMXwEO5ewSTXXtntXchZovIhyMAp6GrRN00y_NUPJDv8tVa_30HT5hLExoTKe/s1600-h/_MG_5944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDT9oSlXWXEsQt-WmN93x_uKMqYLgOdTYjOE6y2UA9r8GSS4bPqXbczbo7U-LMKScIehdtooRe0YlTAhzVMXwEO5ewSTXXtntXchZovIhyMAp6GrRN00y_NUPJDv8tVa_30HT5hLExoTKe/s320/_MG_5944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435385145674674" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A detail<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWZR3sTpXkBZdIFDE0vvE66jxmowjvCiTLELqjUqEgOxr-0X1z_GDsNKGVjXKyYSu4-oia4WxpdA-AiTlvk23Lfc94OgGUFmN-BW8WIxkTKVbi72q5RAKtK0NpPeYniBjQ1sbPqI2GsRG/s1600-h/_MG_5942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWZR3sTpXkBZdIFDE0vvE66jxmowjvCiTLELqjUqEgOxr-0X1z_GDsNKGVjXKyYSu4-oia4WxpdA-AiTlvk23Lfc94OgGUFmN-BW8WIxkTKVbi72q5RAKtK0NpPeYniBjQ1sbPqI2GsRG/s320/_MG_5942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435379343572866" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A detail of the next drip painting<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyphyQCwHI7pOJA6fFvyRgc5FpoTJBtgVEJ9pkdqE3KbOUcPQ7N5QOoDVzuF7dAWR3gC70Pp7_VbTIWHrBLkpTGe_CL-V6hUmyPc9A-6hi4SkAN_rWkPTuX_IRX2X2Ysf2R9PyLloWbjBE/s1600-h/_MG_5941.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyphyQCwHI7pOJA6fFvyRgc5FpoTJBtgVEJ9pkdqE3KbOUcPQ7N5QOoDVzuF7dAWR3gC70Pp7_VbTIWHrBLkpTGe_CL-V6hUmyPc9A-6hi4SkAN_rWkPTuX_IRX2X2Ysf2R9PyLloWbjBE/s320/_MG_5941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435378032678098" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is the first smaller drip painting I tried<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and it feels a bit too controlled for my liking...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>again, here I was using house paint. I suspended<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>myself from several chairs and worked above the <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>canvas.<br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-90165762734625447512009-07-29T19:18:00.000-07:002009-07-29T19:26:22.580-07:00Pollock revisited?<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG89z-EcQlXpX5zgtRE3ynwkpraoUiYwh6gBTQIBxu66KDO64PIE-TDf2TX2Y3vH7fWo7jF6rdgppVf-wk8T-ddYXRiC5eG8Wbt_azHMb1B6_wT7o3TERIcNkpJ_Hgji2306YJFlKF6GyV/s1600-h/_MG_5938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG89z-EcQlXpX5zgtRE3ynwkpraoUiYwh6gBTQIBxu66KDO64PIE-TDf2TX2Y3vH7fWo7jF6rdgppVf-wk8T-ddYXRiC5eG8Wbt_azHMb1B6_wT7o3TERIcNkpJ_Hgji2306YJFlKF6GyV/s320/_MG_5938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364073623419784786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08Wa8uvnrQVHhcxVqLvPs2Ul_mljox37FYBrYyRDGpRoWmdWwyCT_HGJD5jY4yJudVFK1bjrzyHuRhKieCiynmmLKNeOYPfdYhUyS4jY5YZT7x7z0B1dYhoLkU_Rb8D2Vy54XzPqmaUyh/s1600-h/_MG_5937.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08Wa8uvnrQVHhcxVqLvPs2Ul_mljox37FYBrYyRDGpRoWmdWwyCT_HGJD5jY4yJudVFK1bjrzyHuRhKieCiynmmLKNeOYPfdYhUyS4jY5YZT7x7z0B1dYhoLkU_Rb8D2Vy54XzPqmaUyh/s320/_MG_5937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364073618844747442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MGBohttpBSJeGuYA5g22QrFMf3X-QOxHqpUaN6XyStZJKDsYeg631CEsYHrw8f_ml0s9shAhys84D4G6yJV0KlsIs0A75p6OPvgYqOpx6lbv1vmK_blL_BbfdK7wLHrMcnSF8E2WJ0vE/s1600-h/_MG_5936.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MGBohttpBSJeGuYA5g22QrFMf3X-QOxHqpUaN6XyStZJKDsYeg631CEsYHrw8f_ml0s9shAhys84D4G6yJV0KlsIs0A75p6OPvgYqOpx6lbv1vmK_blL_BbfdK7wLHrMcnSF8E2WJ0vE/s320/_MG_5936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364073614594934114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA95moWTBZqUg6GSwhcPS4RyFRDPlRbptPsKKOK6m7YJuIpG7wt3IOpDhcx8vELgj3LRuUh0RsSNskwFi1YOajkhbNq2eJjk3zzvOrq4rC1A7mUIv9a5S-lXQkEQl8E-JE7XqSBoZ3AgfN/s1600-h/_MG_5926.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA95moWTBZqUg6GSwhcPS4RyFRDPlRbptPsKKOK6m7YJuIpG7wt3IOpDhcx8vELgj3LRuUh0RsSNskwFi1YOajkhbNq2eJjk3zzvOrq4rC1A7mUIv9a5S-lXQkEQl8E-JE7XqSBoZ3AgfN/s320/_MG_5926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364073608567795026" /></a>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-75487727720468103152009-07-27T10:41:00.001-07:002009-07-27T10:55:26.113-07:00A new techniqueOn friday I started working in a completely different way...I decided to try drip painting with my house paints on Plexiglas. What ended up happening was something I could never have predicted...the paint began to move and mix on its own on the surface of the plexi. The colors began to morph and swirl, marbling of their own accord. So, I let them do it, and only pushed things in particular directions when it seemed absolutely necessary. I let them sit over the weekend and they continued to change. This process perfectly reflects on the qualities I am trying to capture; the paint, much like ocean water itself, was impossible to contain or control once it gained momentum. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZmu29FS37MgGJWN4grw5HINAAaaLhJsgIbGoskNZYgFVItasclgW2EwvK0t8sJthIFSBs6sjitaBeBNZVos-Ie8gyXE_AlimTmgWj6CFkaWUatDVurjJV_eYcKuU4_SORU7xR_sOk4Oj/s1600-h/_MG_5917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZmu29FS37MgGJWN4grw5HINAAaaLhJsgIbGoskNZYgFVItasclgW2EwvK0t8sJthIFSBs6sjitaBeBNZVos-Ie8gyXE_AlimTmgWj6CFkaWUatDVurjJV_eYcKuU4_SORU7xR_sOk4Oj/s320/_MG_5917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363196927703960306" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The first attempt...here I went for a more literal<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>landscape. I love how the rocks and the wave here</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>are becoming one entity. I was trying to control </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the paint here a little too much, but this painting</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>opened the door. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrEfQ7a1NkncdWhFa_rXJcvPyqoVgoWXSON2iADpAphYEDlzA8oUN-pVHRFwd2xunKMPgXS7AYUf2Ss1M8NHNnsXdhg7wMlOnUSrLNpQgP8V5Mz3cpBgkrR_UUdM2Uf4r0vBBStXOUVQI/s1600-h/_MG_5921.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrEfQ7a1NkncdWhFa_rXJcvPyqoVgoWXSON2iADpAphYEDlzA8oUN-pVHRFwd2xunKMPgXS7AYUf2Ss1M8NHNnsXdhg7wMlOnUSrLNpQgP8V5Mz3cpBgkrR_UUdM2Uf4r0vBBStXOUVQI/s320/_MG_5921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363196924219278594" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Detail of the wave on rocks. This reminds me of Katsushika Hokusai's Great Wave</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVr8byBZKpAkIq7qWqUgZRGQJPkt7cNSf7f498MeKi2nGGCrs_NwxvluSEJp9RbmtoVtCVcy9r_jRed66ptsEmpCYdV797e2EbJA5rnn_dpHVGsXuhsOD7psYXSX6-EgvPz9wIiNp2_nQ/s320/_MG_5922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363197170562707090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_X9TzRqYnITwH9mgNGGLFEE-m_yqGZnkOS0fZ4w_a3bEN_-UjT1fUAss3YdslkoqPelvFcANkTF65fU3Dzxc5O7pYBVSolk_1hTuH6d17661xqzs80J70g4AwV-ZNQlL_OJGtrdzpFsj/s1600-h/_MG_5925.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_X9TzRqYnITwH9mgNGGLFEE-m_yqGZnkOS0fZ4w_a3bEN_-UjT1fUAss3YdslkoqPelvFcANkTF65fU3Dzxc5O7pYBVSolk_1hTuH6d17661xqzs80J70g4AwV-ZNQlL_OJGtrdzpFsj/s320/_MG_5925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363196916146824450" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Here is the painting I did today and a detail of the</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>marbling effect of the house paint. The end </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>product will look nothing like this, I'm sure,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>but here it is right after I finished with it.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTyJAA8mDD3uMK0Qt62BUdTCZxdVSklgwuL1N1fcqntb7TPnQ24G5ZGl-LHKe0MYCbldJDrI1ssPabqi2ehVN3qwLY3WTe_RukTbntH1nRTQVE81RW6e-yxBYw6bxIAMdv04znyUD9h4y/s1600-h/_MG_5916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTyJAA8mDD3uMK0Qt62BUdTCZxdVSklgwuL1N1fcqntb7TPnQ24G5ZGl-LHKe0MYCbldJDrI1ssPabqi2ehVN3qwLY3WTe_RukTbntH1nRTQVE81RW6e-yxBYw6bxIAMdv04znyUD9h4y/s320/_MG_5916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363196915617354050" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is my favorite of the three, here I really <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>relinquished control and let the paint work...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /></div></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-72304807362910500942009-07-27T07:47:00.000-07:002009-07-27T07:53:02.595-07:00Influences<div>This summer I've spent a lot of my time looking through art books researching the work done here on Maine's coast. It's been a wonderful process, and I wanted to share some of my favorite artists...these are some of the artists I think of when I paint.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip7RQWVO5eyonlpKav7y_nIhHN9EHeB7tKO7GvaH325IIGTQTR9XosJNlMHIziEznwRaQwgI7CgW8onluhZUGpnl0BK4uQFcGmW4L05ya7yq3akrtdrVVSwxkvbUONjtPWjjRN30eW_zjJ/s1600-h/winslow-homer-high-cliff.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip7RQWVO5eyonlpKav7y_nIhHN9EHeB7tKO7GvaH325IIGTQTR9XosJNlMHIziEznwRaQwgI7CgW8onluhZUGpnl0BK4uQFcGmW4L05ya7yq3akrtdrVVSwxkvbUONjtPWjjRN30eW_zjJ/s320/winslow-homer-high-cliff.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152087966925954" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Winslow Homer<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cvjDqQLM0zgD87_yLyZ2urA6Ff1W2QB4NNhyphenhyphennv5BTzxtdccT0q6rKSUEuaZ4ZN_cdLRrjd32LMurX2D8-TyV_zshEi4c-ClNty1EhsSgyn1l2F1WIHv5s6VObESReQaquK2MbbBOrsRc/s1600-h/Kent,+Afternoon+on+the+Sea,+Monhegan,+1907.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cvjDqQLM0zgD87_yLyZ2urA6Ff1W2QB4NNhyphenhyphennv5BTzxtdccT0q6rKSUEuaZ4ZN_cdLRrjd32LMurX2D8-TyV_zshEi4c-ClNty1EhsSgyn1l2F1WIHv5s6VObESReQaquK2MbbBOrsRc/s320/Kent,+Afternoon+on+the+Sea,+Monhegan,+1907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152082491811138" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Rockwell Kent<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8K0PLbazEO1go1ct7raZRjFRqQ0U-EqaEDOm-IphWNfo-4-1dCJWXnMrmOp3RDNE3l_krcgCWypG5xK9U9yylPjqkI-3iwGrpgb8yuefWtrHQk5cUti7k0M9tYKqpRPqqiRhlIstq7v_/s1600-h/Hopper,+Rocks+and+Sea,+1916-19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8K0PLbazEO1go1ct7raZRjFRqQ0U-EqaEDOm-IphWNfo-4-1dCJWXnMrmOp3RDNE3l_krcgCWypG5xK9U9yylPjqkI-3iwGrpgb8yuefWtrHQk5cUti7k0M9tYKqpRPqqiRhlIstq7v_/s320/Hopper,+Rocks+and+Sea,+1916-19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152078231321650" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Edward Hopper<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Xz4ZYD1rudOs6iVWwQQV1v2UBKE2O2AAxNXlWPljzEkmqj5rb7_QZidZSBYdposF1IrfyS_5YZIDPgA8w15oaIdEv8s5ZmRqLzDMttfATM2MaK7mk6K2yMDbGtpfZ8o_4a0yHSLTblEu/s1600-h/Hassam,+Cliff+Rock,+Appledore,+1903.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Xz4ZYD1rudOs6iVWwQQV1v2UBKE2O2AAxNXlWPljzEkmqj5rb7_QZidZSBYdposF1IrfyS_5YZIDPgA8w15oaIdEv8s5ZmRqLzDMttfATM2MaK7mk6K2yMDbGtpfZ8o_4a0yHSLTblEu/s320/Hassam,+Cliff+Rock,+Appledore,+1903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152076264774322" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Childe Hassam<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9P1bODq3d5rpxAj18Rsz1z4dJYwSfYCA6mYD71wbU_fyN0sgob2ipTxN3lWMg2De62jC6ag1Dz12joH-g9lvKHVY_Ri3_M1-IMtMbiiE3vjc6hzw_4vxFw2pRXgmJQy0W4LTYP-q-P_O/s1600-h/Homer,+Early+Morning,+1902.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9P1bODq3d5rpxAj18Rsz1z4dJYwSfYCA6mYD71wbU_fyN0sgob2ipTxN3lWMg2De62jC6ag1Dz12joH-g9lvKHVY_Ri3_M1-IMtMbiiE3vjc6hzw_4vxFw2pRXgmJQy0W4LTYP-q-P_O/s320/Homer,+Early+Morning,+1902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152070758185938" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Winslow Homer (again)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-39855241367898739702009-07-22T16:46:00.000-07:002009-07-22T16:52:35.225-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XeAMzSkhuq0R0Qjo-CL8Uhjrl_pP0INGBQTOSn4Y7f4TH6R3e7pREtV6p87nWDzT7FBHnsNtmqm8QWr276RVDlnd6NvYK-GxpcKh2st270zByZ_eTpLffLyyIQV8GBQNYM0l7Ck4CCow/s1600-h/_MG_5910.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XeAMzSkhuq0R0Qjo-CL8Uhjrl_pP0INGBQTOSn4Y7f4TH6R3e7pREtV6p87nWDzT7FBHnsNtmqm8QWr276RVDlnd6NvYK-GxpcKh2st270zByZ_eTpLffLyyIQV8GBQNYM0l7Ck4CCow/s320/_MG_5910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361435502712438050" /></a>This is the beach at Maren's house near Mount Desert Island, Matt and I stayed there for a week in early July and it was FABULOUS. Maren's family was so great for having us. This painting comes from three photos I took on the beach outside their cottage at low tide. I stitched them together with photoshop, but for some reason that image isn't downloading to the blog.<div>This is a very long canvas, about 42" and 14" high. My roommate Alexi thinks I should have added in dripping watches to make it look more like the work of Dali, haha. <div>Tomorrow I have my Fellowship presentation out at the Coastal Studies center, so wish me luck! I'm the only artist presenting tomorrow, everyone else did science research this summer, so it should be an interesting crowd. </div></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-82297575382291008562009-07-20T18:37:00.001-07:002009-07-20T19:13:22.021-07:00Large and small work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWZ-TFdx_0LQJ3V0efV0R0FWhaCSQSTieX5Eo-4WZugVgDAomxID2jiVl4sRmIXMxtrAQG3l_o0X3SzIelrObPZeKVhuH3MKUH-nuim8SGklllgMltJROBYhPL1E2UHemC4yDFqEZuphP/s1600-h/_MG_5906.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWZ-TFdx_0LQJ3V0efV0R0FWhaCSQSTieX5Eo-4WZugVgDAomxID2jiVl4sRmIXMxtrAQG3l_o0X3SzIelrObPZeKVhuH3MKUH-nuim8SGklllgMltJROBYhPL1E2UHemC4yDFqEZuphP/s320/_MG_5906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360722069781745282" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I finished this one today, it's 16 x 24 inches<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>...Matt, Kristina, Tom, Shem and I went out </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>to the Bowdoin sailing dock last night for dinner.</div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>There I experienced one of the finest Maine </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>sunsets of my life, and I got very<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>camera happy. This painting is the result of one of my</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>many photographs from the evening...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It was such a singularly wonderful night. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sorry for the bad quality photo...there was a lot of medium on this painting and it got sort of reflective. Boo. <br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67WXEEiERZfo_736D7Cap3Nc3wjhBnYZhWVraD6e73PAJMSgydzUPPF85eDIx7BAUmPWpErH9jizHtlJH59Puv8NOZeN-sefmGnsjCD4MsyLCkk26xoz3jzzgT6fujafR_9eb1STt_aMW/s1600-h/_MG_5901.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67WXEEiERZfo_736D7Cap3Nc3wjhBnYZhWVraD6e73PAJMSgydzUPPF85eDIx7BAUmPWpErH9jizHtlJH59Puv8NOZeN-sefmGnsjCD4MsyLCkk26xoz3jzzgT6fujafR_9eb1STt_aMW/s320/_MG_5901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360722062608435874" /></a>This one is actually 4 feet by 5 feet. I painted this with house paint, building up the canvas with thin layers of the pre-mixed paint. It was really fun to paint, but I don't think that this photo does it justice. </div></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-58696191852347294402009-07-16T07:58:00.001-07:002009-07-16T11:55:49.664-07:00Das Photo<div>A selection of photos from the summer....I will add more later. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnNSYGoMCH_DseH1qpPYdZpn65Btpl_LIJUVttlSeqVhZEapBILcH4mDn7bACOTzj4Cy5hgWyzxxx9LhcOiDLRDLpffsuYG_NjyqYLX1sYiToIrhEOENBhv3uGFyT4A95P5Bbn8awaPAs/s1600-h/_MG_5097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnNSYGoMCH_DseH1qpPYdZpn65Btpl_LIJUVttlSeqVhZEapBILcH4mDn7bACOTzj4Cy5hgWyzxxx9LhcOiDLRDLpffsuYG_NjyqYLX1sYiToIrhEOENBhv3uGFyT4A95P5Bbn8awaPAs/s320/_MG_5097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077690378871266" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>View of scenic Camden from Mount Battie<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqWjSSezRhpT1pvTjA_K9v7rnV5LSTr-rpX3IpNhpTr_o5RxkvIY4IH6zwWubmAFa91r5f5V7c2ZbSPNYMrTDgInCJBjrMuA15ysAvwLVeopMm8Kkzs-YNzXmtBnwNj11DGLJ3XN4euVf/s1600-h/_MG_5091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqWjSSezRhpT1pvTjA_K9v7rnV5LSTr-rpX3IpNhpTr_o5RxkvIY4IH6zwWubmAFa91r5f5V7c2ZbSPNYMrTDgInCJBjrMuA15ysAvwLVeopMm8Kkzs-YNzXmtBnwNj11DGLJ3XN4euVf/s320/_MG_5091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077688964580002" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mount Battie (the weather is just fabulous, no?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIHEk0r6Vus7iZly9rH4HiZ9rrIW1T2btBogP4-TxbrNeSLyqZhaKpbPi18gSzQzbm_d6ZRkX_HGLAlzJPJYX0so-Rp6SXIZRpe7CuBLEktjq6SOLwZarbG12vpI3ludmCTKyNBeCb-1Y/s1600-h/_MG_4968.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIHEk0r6Vus7iZly9rH4HiZ9rrIW1T2btBogP4-TxbrNeSLyqZhaKpbPi18gSzQzbm_d6ZRkX_HGLAlzJPJYX0so-Rp6SXIZRpe7CuBLEktjq6SOLwZarbG12vpI3ludmCTKyNBeCb-1Y/s320/_MG_4968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077683728151202" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Rocks out at Land's End<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwe1Hu91exo2lBOvnhy_lrYp3SlCnVlFTma-qG_hAOYNMc00af2C56BID3L_A0iaW3lD6LZjqbHT5mbiz5wLECggguyqq8PKl1MXHO6rBFJ617rh1NVMqrN_NP-x9CZVVoW_CJNXSkwgPS/s1600-h/_MG_4964.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwe1Hu91exo2lBOvnhy_lrYp3SlCnVlFTma-qG_hAOYNMc00af2C56BID3L_A0iaW3lD6LZjqbHT5mbiz5wLECggguyqq8PKl1MXHO6rBFJ617rh1NVMqrN_NP-x9CZVVoW_CJNXSkwgPS/s320/_MG_4964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077679449207186" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>View at Land's End (at 6:30 am)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5O25DJvxbv4ai8ubxvHeb_vR9EkezrKZu60HJ0scZY-5qQ51uoYxMLNCnLncKMSKyqVZEZLotFCeaCeV3RNI1_iAZAuzY9b4J5cAnPMYslQgkfe_SSSB2v1UXjpmMYTBBejYX0oIdNQBT/s1600-h/_MG_4960.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5O25DJvxbv4ai8ubxvHeb_vR9EkezrKZu60HJ0scZY-5qQ51uoYxMLNCnLncKMSKyqVZEZLotFCeaCeV3RNI1_iAZAuzY9b4J5cAnPMYslQgkfe_SSSB2v1UXjpmMYTBBejYX0oIdNQBT/s320/_MG_4960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076874984372962" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Looking towards Giant Steps<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGb25BbiWOHxyXdYHhCcVgZzfK2gvKapMQyJlp2HYQKieZEpK45xcQJ03ROs1sD014fg5JV4THPxOdDH55JH2cHbAD76oQ3aSqpWKhECqx0fHe4CyS4TBxqBq4T7alhd1QkjWRiftLgO-/s1600-h/_MG_4956.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGb25BbiWOHxyXdYHhCcVgZzfK2gvKapMQyJlp2HYQKieZEpK45xcQJ03ROs1sD014fg5JV4THPxOdDH55JH2cHbAD76oQ3aSqpWKhECqx0fHe4CyS4TBxqBq4T7alhd1QkjWRiftLgO-/s320/_MG_4956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076872018075362" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNej3YP5rZPHtUiCGfovvz7hlY_1FaVsSKFfdIHeU6mNv-q9u88dah2-Eh-fRDf44J3bQI10gTV9mWFm5n_H3PHpKiz0FoQrDW3AGoHMlQgBykBX2MXrCf-mhH9PAgeSdfrNF5u9_aIm7_/s1600-h/_MG_4944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNej3YP5rZPHtUiCGfovvz7hlY_1FaVsSKFfdIHeU6mNv-q9u88dah2-Eh-fRDf44J3bQI10gTV9mWFm5n_H3PHpKiz0FoQrDW3AGoHMlQgBykBX2MXrCf-mhH9PAgeSdfrNF5u9_aIm7_/s320/_MG_4944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076863685787442" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lobstah boat!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlHFrY0HJnt5NIIpak3TyRIBS9BjQt3b1yubhLP-ofkPdwQrS2cJ81O_5xGwqHQ-Y0RRAJgnX0bUtoaOB7QM8M5Yoyg2rPV9t0GPf6fC4ZAt5M-2CEqBwfJs7oIL0TpK9WjnDWp3piDQk/s1600-h/_MG_4942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlHFrY0HJnt5NIIpak3TyRIBS9BjQt3b1yubhLP-ofkPdwQrS2cJ81O_5xGwqHQ-Y0RRAJgnX0bUtoaOB7QM8M5Yoyg2rPV9t0GPf6fC4ZAt5M-2CEqBwfJs7oIL0TpK9WjnDWp3piDQk/s320/_MG_4942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076859764537394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljW7Y23585my8cfxDyiLq9ax0Uw_7r7wahs3GA3aoukNJO3d10Vi7kD7csCboh5e5wZuR4IfPRU31n9eOqcogIX71Cp3O2I1IpxKQrJC_i6TjJ9KZ0zhdOhOy38thV9nVJsTagWs4ihwG/s1600-h/_MG_4928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljW7Y23585my8cfxDyiLq9ax0Uw_7r7wahs3GA3aoukNJO3d10Vi7kD7csCboh5e5wZuR4IfPRU31n9eOqcogIX71Cp3O2I1IpxKQrJC_i6TjJ9KZ0zhdOhOy38thV9nVJsTagWs4ihwG/s320/_MG_4928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076316507554002" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>More rocks<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hyx8lI0zys1U69PoLszmQAP2acc7xVkOrDEaZLWl1aMpsvyPAjIyYP0XPgUbiIazyqfNbPVBXf5E_O1OLI0UH4tR5pLN21eOEHfCnays0T0CEUK1jGaVw61NB1gWAmo8xf9RaoD4yL0Z/s1600-h/_MG_4925.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hyx8lI0zys1U69PoLszmQAP2acc7xVkOrDEaZLWl1aMpsvyPAjIyYP0XPgUbiIazyqfNbPVBXf5E_O1OLI0UH4tR5pLN21eOEHfCnays0T0CEUK1jGaVw61NB1gWAmo8xf9RaoD4yL0Z/s320/_MG_4925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076311706371602" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Professor Dickenson searching for <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>baby lobsters at Land's End<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTBr37tEv2Y_QheR2E7MIcwmFMocM_BTTXP8mvSBFR50hIWP7B_fpKrdyJhK8TzlqZM48aeKOdV5YVTrqP1f_DBP-dbOimvQPpyR3OEFDctSUgOSwTQDfl3T0wN9NMWCzGtXXvv7vg34n/s1600-h/_MG_4911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTBr37tEv2Y_QheR2E7MIcwmFMocM_BTTXP8mvSBFR50hIWP7B_fpKrdyJhK8TzlqZM48aeKOdV5YVTrqP1f_DBP-dbOimvQPpyR3OEFDctSUgOSwTQDfl3T0wN9NMWCzGtXXvv7vg34n/s320/_MG_4911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076306326979810" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lobstah buoys<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6lbH9CQ4Ohy5n1S0mTsEN-1bjbSeCO_HPKl-sVT_J25qle6V0PiyqcXswcSuPFRYjxMybKWoVDZf1IyTIdsZR1pFCvBeqxyeWKEtASaqOT7DOni1KcmGAgbVv-EQdz_xSA-yteMVguro/s1600-h/_MG_4831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6lbH9CQ4Ohy5n1S0mTsEN-1bjbSeCO_HPKl-sVT_J25qle6V0PiyqcXswcSuPFRYjxMybKWoVDZf1IyTIdsZR1pFCvBeqxyeWKEtASaqOT7DOni1KcmGAgbVv-EQdz_xSA-yteMVguro/s320/_MG_4831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076298913686338" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Stoic couple at the Old Port Festival<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WwbbnCxNvyoLrKbCPaYWyq0TYOimESE7UyXeGef9L1nWJV7pK52kEaKnKFRS4LXTfEF2IR5xg_BNFaojv9jfl3KXe0HqYmLjRFMvAqbrBgriXYp46Pb0DIrT_5MUlF2klAO68PteRLlJ/s1600-h/_MG_4798.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WwbbnCxNvyoLrKbCPaYWyq0TYOimESE7UyXeGef9L1nWJV7pK52kEaKnKFRS4LXTfEF2IR5xg_BNFaojv9jfl3KXe0HqYmLjRFMvAqbrBgriXYp46Pb0DIrT_5MUlF2klAO68PteRLlJ/s320/_MG_4798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075333927282402" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I love how this woman resembles her dog....</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>....or is it that the dog resembles the woman....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdQia24-vyiwLRn7bgv0yqQYgnq2-QEDN3cdCTDJt2oZzaTfGDHHBuIdTJ0gFzFdxbMZy-ax8ONccBGV7oz860QrnEWu4JqR2Cdy_4zefL1gF0uClLushDjPMsvIrkcbpd5C_V_o8AJoT/s1600-h/_MG_4778.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdQia24-vyiwLRn7bgv0yqQYgnq2-QEDN3cdCTDJt2oZzaTfGDHHBuIdTJ0gFzFdxbMZy-ax8ONccBGV7oz860QrnEWu4JqR2Cdy_4zefL1gF0uClLushDjPMsvIrkcbpd5C_V_o8AJoT/s320/_MG_4778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075328759673826" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My photogenic roommates enjoying Old Port<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxhvmw_Gi5EFNsDuHz_DnB7l4oYlyfWavcSh7VN_CaCUqIqnFxPcBEQH0qySC5skhNv-4U2jrHlYElILs8cbqk5_SpSJJHPbDPyuBoExSvAL22rnhfFtHxoF5v8TpqFr0Zhg0kFSoWuiK/s1600-h/_MG_4772.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxhvmw_Gi5EFNsDuHz_DnB7l4oYlyfWavcSh7VN_CaCUqIqnFxPcBEQH0qySC5skhNv-4U2jrHlYElILs8cbqk5_SpSJJHPbDPyuBoExSvAL22rnhfFtHxoF5v8TpqFr0Zhg0kFSoWuiK/s320/_MG_4772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075325271042482" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The lovely Emily <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOf-NS5svuGnXy4OT-LDW2hrtfScf301XHT2_7fwMyZVZJITHF25GXQCki7YWnRsDrhysyWS1f2SMxBEu4dBOrZPU-ArShVaAF_ZQ_GPTpmdiDoG4vbPxzWxU0jBiYTb2frbP6MP4qwPy/s1600-h/_MG_4767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOf-NS5svuGnXy4OT-LDW2hrtfScf301XHT2_7fwMyZVZJITHF25GXQCki7YWnRsDrhysyWS1f2SMxBEu4dBOrZPU-ArShVaAF_ZQ_GPTpmdiDoG4vbPxzWxU0jBiYTb2frbP6MP4qwPy/s320/_MG_4767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075318231145458" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Old Port Festival<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivimr1b7qc6jCTbA9CimMOFvbEg6oGXAPQ0t2VCkWySqC3MCBXzjW6UoHfiNJ8eL7rulvTfmb1U4ssADtVYcM6xHJyasUjl6AxwNkcbO_QDwfdahYzQdJBwR7ofuRtc87wdZ_MzjMbi2ZW/s1600-h/_MG_4760.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivimr1b7qc6jCTbA9CimMOFvbEg6oGXAPQ0t2VCkWySqC3MCBXzjW6UoHfiNJ8eL7rulvTfmb1U4ssADtVYcM6xHJyasUjl6AxwNkcbO_QDwfdahYzQdJBwR7ofuRtc87wdZ_MzjMbi2ZW/s320/_MG_4760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074708572965634" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Popham at low tide<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-9HnokwI8xtjU5PODpA8XPwiMpAlaBE4H44RcgKA3dgX-Oj0SZpIDx3mXGCWt1pkSEwZEpQ-ab6iCbdCdIjnKpBgDj1GsNjqSJitOojIbUlFktWIiOY5cytd5EpwaAps83ONeaWfpDKk/s1600-h/_MG_4756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-9HnokwI8xtjU5PODpA8XPwiMpAlaBE4H44RcgKA3dgX-Oj0SZpIDx3mXGCWt1pkSEwZEpQ-ab6iCbdCdIjnKpBgDj1GsNjqSJitOojIbUlFktWIiOY5cytd5EpwaAps83ONeaWfpDKk/s320/_MG_4756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074708980339458" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A man exploring the island off of Popham<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsUi8-yf7M4hdny5yAP6CTifkSCR8ICu2-D9ykck-X9nkMJssq6RvwS-wdounB-j-lDf9aS33biw9nGYmiMo4jOPU9WfwxP6hYXYt5YzVdTISZAG0wPMy44gWFYQXMZKVVb_JJcUTJKHK/s1600-h/_MG_4753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsUi8-yf7M4hdny5yAP6CTifkSCR8ICu2-D9ykck-X9nkMJssq6RvwS-wdounB-j-lDf9aS33biw9nGYmiMo4jOPU9WfwxP6hYXYt5YzVdTISZAG0wPMy44gWFYQXMZKVVb_JJcUTJKHK/s320/_MG_4753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074704734235890" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Wave explosion!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0JJqF0Jd6lfCSlFZbs4YVv4AmK0gQdu3g4eJrwXt1XBexAGA01I7aF6c_4pusha1hm-JDykCO7fUXnHD0n73fPHODJBTyOb_QKu8OQdWlKbTS1Wb3e23NW8ctxY9D7fU4wyaVlZrxQXF/s1600-h/_MG_4750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0JJqF0Jd6lfCSlFZbs4YVv4AmK0gQdu3g4eJrwXt1XBexAGA01I7aF6c_4pusha1hm-JDykCO7fUXnHD0n73fPHODJBTyOb_QKu8OQdWlKbTS1Wb3e23NW8ctxY9D7fU4wyaVlZrxQXF/s320/_MG_4750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074694537440786" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Popham<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihADdVHA9swcy91oRlG0B7k8Rundg8CgxF0pWntr5FTYrLQMrTe68pW6OgNyxRoGNfCQXd92H7Nshu1tkS1OEz9IjH77DO47Nx7GV4USkbBOoIuHThj-YVpTB7MZuRsphQwZgQ8vS7Ypcm/s1600-h/_MG_4746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihADdVHA9swcy91oRlG0B7k8Rundg8CgxF0pWntr5FTYrLQMrTe68pW6OgNyxRoGNfCQXd92H7Nshu1tkS1OEz9IjH77DO47Nx7GV4USkbBOoIuHThj-YVpTB7MZuRsphQwZgQ8vS7Ypcm/s320/_MG_4746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073733739003330" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Kat looking out at the ocean<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg176IaRH9UvdcvbYFBH_huj-l9VHU9cTxgiU_irBGnsWtyiG447oQFRMrCbtWwwMr2TTgYw_ACCK3DttPvPQ9nDHDRimrcrU3kg5RAIe5X05JnA2pGDWTjOMk9Jawbowj_6EVKxmnUGFag/s1600-h/_MG_4747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg176IaRH9UvdcvbYFBH_huj-l9VHU9cTxgiU_irBGnsWtyiG447oQFRMrCbtWwwMr2TTgYw_ACCK3DttPvPQ9nDHDRimrcrU3kg5RAIe5X05JnA2pGDWTjOMk9Jawbowj_6EVKxmnUGFag/s320/_MG_4747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073722367936946" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>More Popham at low tide<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpTP6OjdhVeh8pwtT0O453DlCuH35FfhJkj5NnsnxWBpr3jTyKSD5BMYr8xNq401Z_wKNDCx0Ia_jnlYHNMQj5IPQpQxGFwjFc1epppsx3VYj6FSzeQOeKnO1AS-FbGLOZKSPJ0fjLMX6/s1600-h/_MG_4738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpTP6OjdhVeh8pwtT0O453DlCuH35FfhJkj5NnsnxWBpr3jTyKSD5BMYr8xNq401Z_wKNDCx0Ia_jnlYHNMQj5IPQpQxGFwjFc1epppsx3VYj6FSzeQOeKnO1AS-FbGLOZKSPJ0fjLMX6/s320/_MG_4738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073721048692482" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMjpl-rzcr1xInLtP_JjtNv-CrP8vTypSsv3yxdUCKqDtz333Qe5h2ZaMqI_Nv3KYnkFNAHYe8joiCS5VcSI_IDCPcnH0FcYgoOrknhdyUD8eKEhwlXaBmrsMqQ6rjqdDPIf7uwznjODt/s1600-h/_MG_4727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMjpl-rzcr1xInLtP_JjtNv-CrP8vTypSsv3yxdUCKqDtz333Qe5h2ZaMqI_Nv3KYnkFNAHYe8joiCS5VcSI_IDCPcnH0FcYgoOrknhdyUD8eKEhwlXaBmrsMqQ6rjqdDPIf7uwznjODt/s320/_MG_4727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073714616200754" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Small child (where are her parents?)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR3GT-HFP84dudEol8chJptcYDvm0tbObLeutt5LDyZ-j5GA6-ldMpREW5RcT2mNHg9_E3UbNsDxyn9WCjngCR_q64Ber9a4w7IYpJDfy01qD8-YfQ3jO7rFfgbSGpXDp5HhBc_5rfsKA/s1600-h/_MG_4723.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR3GT-HFP84dudEol8chJptcYDvm0tbObLeutt5LDyZ-j5GA6-ldMpREW5RcT2mNHg9_E3UbNsDxyn9WCjngCR_q64Ber9a4w7IYpJDfy01qD8-YfQ3jO7rFfgbSGpXDp5HhBc_5rfsKA/s320/_MG_4723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073043422636482" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sand after the tide has gone out....I love the patterns<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wEJrQr4txlXP2D0YWaO80uW32zDIp489RleRty1Pwr73L9xgKFPSP00S8bgMNgvDqGhAK55p7V22Fx_V8xFH6ijXZhFlMbbL6sivzCc1L9gID3y8N2HDU-19Oa2HaqQR7XT0eXfyOn73/s1600-h/_MG_4721.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wEJrQr4txlXP2D0YWaO80uW32zDIp489RleRty1Pwr73L9xgKFPSP00S8bgMNgvDqGhAK55p7V22Fx_V8xFH6ijXZhFlMbbL6sivzCc1L9gID3y8N2HDU-19Oa2HaqQR7XT0eXfyOn73/s320/_MG_4721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073036297268738" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The family I ended up painting<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Xb1xDIkiEeb-IVU7gUOw8fjl3ci192onxWWEolkSEPB-KArV0R-fgxPpnDWMudelZHTuQwCxaUc6UIfAI2rhZk1rMUJW0-fxqrztx511u3g2cpKupQlS-mulMwtwd5FxaukpBcAaTH2z/s1600-h/_MG_4717.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Xb1xDIkiEeb-IVU7gUOw8fjl3ci192onxWWEolkSEPB-KArV0R-fgxPpnDWMudelZHTuQwCxaUc6UIfAI2rhZk1rMUJW0-fxqrztx511u3g2cpKupQlS-mulMwtwd5FxaukpBcAaTH2z/s320/_MG_4717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073030424693458" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNeb4TfFDkAt9iO66bY8ItovUIWoVCA5mD0rmMMqMtJ3dwV4LsLotqmRGdR31FTVwZ5rcTOb5dXdUWNrgBWMcOkFym0-9SqCwsHz8bJObtfASfyI7F2msvrR5mDWdAGNeHtUFS4FT0HxI/s1600-h/_MG_4716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNeb4TfFDkAt9iO66bY8ItovUIWoVCA5mD0rmMMqMtJ3dwV4LsLotqmRGdR31FTVwZ5rcTOb5dXdUWNrgBWMcOkFym0-9SqCwsHz8bJObtfASfyI7F2msvrR5mDWdAGNeHtUFS4FT0HxI/s320/_MG_4716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073027427793138" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sand flats<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vAhvNMNfFE2JEfgQpF8O-HmtydaIVXusaSULcDO9StY38dAZrVCB4X405DrHDZnd44PBPDrlF7G8tDgKwarp-qC1idmOptGACkB8lRKeg6hwQZSPc4HqjA2LwEi79h9UMdUAtj0EUUW5/s1600-h/_MG_4704.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vAhvNMNfFE2JEfgQpF8O-HmtydaIVXusaSULcDO9StY38dAZrVCB4X405DrHDZnd44PBPDrlF7G8tDgKwarp-qC1idmOptGACkB8lRKeg6hwQZSPc4HqjA2LwEi79h9UMdUAtj0EUUW5/s320/_MG_4704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073025673473218" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lone figure at Popham<br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-45878954185440265422009-07-15T12:29:00.000-07:002009-07-15T12:39:25.995-07:00Trapped in the water<div>Another day in the studio. I think I'm going to keep doing these...still haven't figured out where these wave/rock paintings fit into the project, but I'm sure it will make sense soon. It's another partially sunny day here in Maine, and I've got to get outside to enjoy it! It's crazy, we've had almost a straight week of partial sun, which is the most continuous (well, sort of continuous) stretch of nice weather we've had all summer. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Jl3tO6z2rl4EUGm75a5GzHt8QL8_OrAmwdH3b_SBglXtpKDPad8r7nfZYHt14BuZtBEwXWTv08PUegk3LBKHT93cyNHcCjwDqZkuJM9a_3VIFWZ7Kwr8gmxMuYqUwhKQia3jt981Fuoh/s1600-h/_MG_5762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Jl3tO6z2rl4EUGm75a5GzHt8QL8_OrAmwdH3b_SBglXtpKDPad8r7nfZYHt14BuZtBEwXWTv08PUegk3LBKHT93cyNHcCjwDqZkuJM9a_3VIFWZ7Kwr8gmxMuYqUwhKQia3jt981Fuoh/s320/_MG_5762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772012556571490" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This one is oil on canvas<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LswxxYhZup6AXf48K-pbck1CY6N8KQ3pYpyIu1co-D2Oa4hlNm0ygiWl4lCa_ZBr59LH1S53lANnxF2oGEbU7ZLLBnwJD1zx6nH4hV9FJ0pzjYEvTAv_sBT2ObRx5tHzyp7MdbTyofzS/s1600-h/_MG_5760.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LswxxYhZup6AXf48K-pbck1CY6N8KQ3pYpyIu1co-D2Oa4hlNm0ygiWl4lCa_ZBr59LH1S53lANnxF2oGEbU7ZLLBnwJD1zx6nH4hV9FJ0pzjYEvTAv_sBT2ObRx5tHzyp7MdbTyofzS/s320/_MG_5760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772005040102562" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another oil on wood painting...this was my second<br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>to last piece of wood. Time to go to the lumberyard. <br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-73820859793465600252009-07-14T20:00:00.000-07:002009-07-14T20:16:32.150-07:00Productivity!<div>Here are the paintings I finished today...I managed to be very productive in spite of an invasion of high school students in my studio. Luckily I was able to inform the teacher of the class that I indeed had a right to the space (she asked me to be quiet and stop making canvases because she was teaching) and we ended on somewhat amiable terms. I will probably be doing some field work in the mornings instead of being in my studio...that way I won't be distracted by the teenage students pubescing (my word: meaning to spread one's pubescent angst) all over the place. <div><br /></div><div>The paintings:</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVEX4Q9iP2FnEauWE2-KtmyLEXco0tcphmeEz2dEs1awYbXLxlF4IUmzkWQ2CK6oQREn8mxvSVHi4w7el_zXsGGFjIPY7iUClVGhML770FkoGziINUMyh7Oso4cO-hvuxCZMciqipcGHj/s1600-h/_MG_5758.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVEX4Q9iP2FnEauWE2-KtmyLEXco0tcphmeEz2dEs1awYbXLxlF4IUmzkWQ2CK6oQREn8mxvSVHi4w7el_zXsGGFjIPY7iUClVGhML770FkoGziINUMyh7Oso4cO-hvuxCZMciqipcGHj/s320/_MG_5758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358518435569764466" /></a><div>Finished the painting I've been working on for a while. Important lesson: figures in a painting need to either be very small or very large. The figures here are stagnant because they are about the size of toy dolls...the size is very hard to maneuver...it is impossible to be loose enough to make them feel free and believable. I got caught up here and my hesitancy is rather obvious. </div><div>Next time, I'll make them huge or very small. Whichever. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh903SjJ6ZlfqdT1A9ZkqMSCJB3uIZLwgHwSRygrN9B1DALZha3exMk4eVNhia6jSQb7Alw0EJU9nZBisnENTGeQ7N7R7xRLslfbNUDog5A_kcAG_g6l7aRiro9lQnhG4yzct2nD5DUlt1L/s1600-h/_MG_5757.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh903SjJ6ZlfqdT1A9ZkqMSCJB3uIZLwgHwSRygrN9B1DALZha3exMk4eVNhia6jSQb7Alw0EJU9nZBisnENTGeQ7N7R7xRLslfbNUDog5A_kcAG_g6l7aRiro9lQnhG4yzct2nD5DUlt1L/s320/_MG_5757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358518429458992818" /></a></div><div>Abstraction of water on sand. I'm not sure about this one, so let me know what you think....the ambiguity is sort of fun but maybe it is self-defeating. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmulb98HtKEWX-jYbl7AhpLKGMVzfEsEeKj3NuKbBrMZ_rHVddz_flbyYqV8N6udR2oz_aIwwKUsKk0x75DUdW-FxLVFMu2f9aRAfzdJ1XwuJaJL92SQCRFp5FYtQVD8qf7IFqlG6RotwR/s1600-h/_MG_5755.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmulb98HtKEWX-jYbl7AhpLKGMVzfEsEeKj3NuKbBrMZ_rHVddz_flbyYqV8N6udR2oz_aIwwKUsKk0x75DUdW-FxLVFMu2f9aRAfzdJ1XwuJaJL92SQCRFp5FYtQVD8qf7IFqlG6RotwR/s320/_MG_5755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358518425168287634" /></a><div><br /></div></div><div>LOVE THIS. I plan to do more a lot like this one. It's on wood (as per usual) and the paint is really built up. Check out the close up. I took this photo over a year ago when I went to Acadia at the end of sophomore year with Matt, Brooks, Max, and Sean. I've been meaning to paint it for a while. It was a lot of fun!</div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-19237923534121653942009-07-13T17:44:00.000-07:002009-07-13T18:48:16.212-07:00The Studio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYfb2MMrDw9-60xaZih1RY4nfs4pvPQxsGK4KGNHZ_6txRDwFbyj4p6x1LmRg9n4io5-Zj89iAEhk4r3S_u86P58cFSI39n-0LKA2pOVL33QvpeKlH_T9GKJMtL1E_c2TkuYUi3kNOU5M/s1600-h/_MG_5704.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYfb2MMrDw9-60xaZih1RY4nfs4pvPQxsGK4KGNHZ_6txRDwFbyj4p6x1LmRg9n4io5-Zj89iAEhk4r3S_u86P58cFSI39n-0LKA2pOVL33QvpeKlH_T9GKJMtL1E_c2TkuYUi3kNOU5M/s320/_MG_5704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358116578025283218" /></a><br /><div>Here are my paintings to date. I tried to be as versatile as possible in my style of painting in these works. I have not been painting for very long, and I am still trying to work out how I really like to paint. My professor Jim Mullen told me that style is not what is most important, and in the end it is really inescapable to paint like yourself. Be that as it may, I am still just starting to allow myself to paint like me. <div>Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike...my ego isn't tied up in any of this so you can be as harsh as you like, I won't be offended.</div><div>Enjoy!</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_7JQHrjjYlflS4scgJBen-uzyCRx7MzTdiGRXI8DkMHUOnVPwLcF_ig1TSI79YthEvamqDWRsgOj5uEX2saXeAxTro6qKy04y2g16HYEuAXGBp0kle78812jXrGnIz4fhiEXa5Sazajb/s1600-h/_MG_5732.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_7JQHrjjYlflS4scgJBen-uzyCRx7MzTdiGRXI8DkMHUOnVPwLcF_ig1TSI79YthEvamqDWRsgOj5uEX2saXeAxTro6qKy04y2g16HYEuAXGBp0kle78812jXrGnIz4fhiEXa5Sazajb/s320/_MG_5732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115935297938322" /></a><div>The latest painting in progress....this is a painting of a family I saw at Popham on one of the rare sunny days we had in June. I am leaving their faces blank purposefully. I think one of the most interesting aspects of the Tourist perspective is the generally tendency to ignore fellow tourists. When you visit a place that is new to you, all you have are the archetypes of the location to give you meaning....in other words, we search for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">things</span> or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">sights</span> that are already familiar when we go somewhere. In reality, we are complete aliens to the new landscape and we have nothing in common with what lies in front of us. This leaves us with the opportunity to either make our own experience or to seek out a preconditioned ideal. Oddly enough, the only aspect of a new place that we are intimately connected with are the other people, the other tourists, around us. However, these people generally fade into the background of the landscape. We move in pods, adrift and alone, almost as if we are afraid to make contact with others on their journey to our "authentic" experience. By focusing a painting on this anonymity, and specifically pointing out the potential beauty of the interaction, I hope to speak to this situation. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxmOgPVpxL8mxsgGKUWvzOKNUs0-h_8D6V838fOMIbRSuz8AnoUItzzBWz7J7EImpl4LSm9ZJvo80eZViM4vDq0HcvQcMNNMcUgSKyDuGvGJpYvMfk5VUU4Lt0_OEDd9kZnGLSpjw3SXL/s1600-h/_MG_5731.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxmOgPVpxL8mxsgGKUWvzOKNUs0-h_8D6V838fOMIbRSuz8AnoUItzzBWz7J7EImpl4LSm9ZJvo80eZViM4vDq0HcvQcMNNMcUgSKyDuGvGJpYvMfk5VUU4Lt0_OEDd9kZnGLSpjw3SXL/s320/_MG_5731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115930071018722" /></a></div><div>My painting station<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihc6DQpPwa7ibAV68H9f8GGwXIM9M_XXQjiJMiP3IlaYMqZIS5m7pKJOkZxrfJMyh1tRtrBs4ElwKLv-wRaI6onpRq-wYoiqUG5oQ4LZVFWKf6Wygb3C8QQT8VLb_4mk4Pa_8oDmyLYavd/s1600-h/_MG_5730.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihc6DQpPwa7ibAV68H9f8GGwXIM9M_XXQjiJMiP3IlaYMqZIS5m7pKJOkZxrfJMyh1tRtrBs4ElwKLv-wRaI6onpRq-wYoiqUG5oQ4LZVFWKf6Wygb3C8QQT8VLb_4mk4Pa_8oDmyLYavd/s320/_MG_5730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115718697734674" /></a></div><div>This is a fairly large piece done on a piece of wood. I have a certain fondness for wood, I'm not sure why. It might have to do with the undeniable texture and character of wood...I love how the grain insists on declaring its presence through the paint. I love pushing the paint around on this less absorbent material...</div><div>I painted this down at Maquoit bay on a glorious friday afternoon. The tide was beginning to go out, and sure enough, by the time I was packing up, the mudflats were starting to really come into view. It's gorgeous down there. The sun had just come out in full force and there was a steady, briny breeze (that attempted to knock over my easel) that I tried to depict here in the trees. </div><div>I'm still working on this one. Matt and Nat agree that the trees in the center are slightly problematic....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6k-TYaB20bi0gqThdjmJBqVuzpA8MJYREeGdbw17Es7RdYL8UT92nWTvamUxMRb5-hlRWiu7dkzbwgoMKckTplgM_FreFMOmbN_bKvopo_Y5G8klHs2-DlA4qIH5dH6kdI4z-qTUCsp4U/s1600-h/_MG_5728.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6k-TYaB20bi0gqThdjmJBqVuzpA8MJYREeGdbw17Es7RdYL8UT92nWTvamUxMRb5-hlRWiu7dkzbwgoMKckTplgM_FreFMOmbN_bKvopo_Y5G8klHs2-DlA4qIH5dH6kdI4z-qTUCsp4U/s320/_MG_5728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115576779789042" /></a></div><div>This was fun. This piece of wood is about 4 feet long by 2 feet wide....a real beast. This painting comes from a photo I took up in Acadia. I was wandering around Thunder Hole on a particularly foggy day and I caught a glimpse of a young man standing on the rocks in the distance. The fog moved around him, concealing and revealing him as he gazed out on the rushing sea. There was something so unspeakably lonely and beautiful about that moment, that I knew I had to recreate it. </div><div>The painting itself is slightly more graphic than I was intending. I got carried away with the geometry of the rocks, and I think I may have to tame it in the future, but the water turned out wonderfully. I only used a pallet knife, and it was so much fun to paint. Hopefully I'll do more of that soon. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1zGo0jvL4ymgwd7i4n8M7j2sqWVLfroBXVHv27uJa_jwVMxZXo_1uybybzPPfNUWFgSX-p48Kx5vo4PR-DguIGcfcfW6H4EOmtQjDbiBFmFzhtvbLJvrwd3_HvBhorP-vE227cMTdsGM/s1600-h/_MG_5727.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1zGo0jvL4ymgwd7i4n8M7j2sqWVLfroBXVHv27uJa_jwVMxZXo_1uybybzPPfNUWFgSX-p48Kx5vo4PR-DguIGcfcfW6H4EOmtQjDbiBFmFzhtvbLJvrwd3_HvBhorP-vE227cMTdsGM/s320/_MG_5727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115464310610578" /></a></div><div>This is a small boat study looking off of the dock at MDIBL on Mount Desert Island. I'm a fool for boats, what can I say...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6rsAaZXFLncO6hHU9yfwpAs2ONrGMqudfOGAAWF6YBDKD21Joc1WdWh_YE4GtlDqHpc1EUuVEv_I1IhqKlp_lFD2bD2nro23odWJYu-DzfoV9kVyzg-hA1n22-3-V6LQEZ-GiNkUPpvA/s1600-h/_MG_5726.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6rsAaZXFLncO6hHU9yfwpAs2ONrGMqudfOGAAWF6YBDKD21Joc1WdWh_YE4GtlDqHpc1EUuVEv_I1IhqKlp_lFD2bD2nro23odWJYu-DzfoV9kVyzg-hA1n22-3-V6LQEZ-GiNkUPpvA/s320/_MG_5726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115368254387266" /></a></div><div>Boat at seal harbor...Matt liked this one, so perhaps I'll make another one larger. Even though painting boats is a very typical and expected of Maine painters...there's just something so wonderful about the boats as they wait expectantly to be sailed. They are like dogs on a tether, waiting to have someone come play. As usual, I'm see things to be more romantic than necessary, but, so it goes. We cannot help our tendencies...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBD6VuR4aXeaoQMP9hd3i2Y6b78gzFw6DyqQjdmqiMVCBkkTabQvInbKX6vLgX2c7N6VBUSEfiHJUnqMsP-x97QNukqQQynd9Ol-PGNLwid4Hmim4v2r-4Q824iAibJnmG7_22AXZtr9P/s1600-h/_MG_5725.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBD6VuR4aXeaoQMP9hd3i2Y6b78gzFw6DyqQjdmqiMVCBkkTabQvInbKX6vLgX2c7N6VBUSEfiHJUnqMsP-x97QNukqQQynd9Ol-PGNLwid4Hmim4v2r-4Q824iAibJnmG7_22AXZtr9P/s320/_MG_5725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115223933596882" /></a></div><div>Again at Seal Harbor, here I watched this little girl playing on the beach for about an hour. Her name was Aurelia. I initially included her mother in the painting, but somehow I just loved the lone figure of the little toddler looking out on the empty harbor. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCJV20F85J4qbyrvo4ojkq3sZvS6s5aepR9R9bN7rByG8qt6usEVdxKG9NtAJCNbox5ePbqo-cy3DK3Dvv8XdQD6lCdlLfuNvkSN_luMlsaWDCblIKodnQnmt14K2IvEyYt-vKOulo-P7/s1600-h/_MG_5724.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCJV20F85J4qbyrvo4ojkq3sZvS6s5aepR9R9bN7rByG8qt6usEVdxKG9NtAJCNbox5ePbqo-cy3DK3Dvv8XdQD6lCdlLfuNvkSN_luMlsaWDCblIKodnQnmt14K2IvEyYt-vKOulo-P7/s320/_MG_5724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358115124961945170" /></a></div><div>This is the view from Star Point at MDIBL. The sun had just come out and I took advantage of the beautiful afternoon hues. It was wonderful...perhaps the best part of that afternoon was that all the scientists came out of their labs (MDIBL stands for Mount Desert Island Biological Laboratories and I went there with Matt because of his neuroscience research) to look at the sun. Some just stood and looked at it for a while, just taking in the vitamin D. June was far too rainy for all of our mental health, and I'm sure if you spend your days squinting into a microscope, the sun is even more satisfying.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgCSZ1ZlSOOE-_5wo7WnUoUV9ix3JTNRyaeQNuF_x7ulrVdd1LzGfLiFTSP7EOrWX3k6nagV5C5vLvK7w6bGRzb2zlJ8BWMblwEjuD4vdgOCiXhSeG0Vac6SO-qhFjKONLDfrxUxLPrJk/s1600-h/_MG_5723.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgCSZ1ZlSOOE-_5wo7WnUoUV9ix3JTNRyaeQNuF_x7ulrVdd1LzGfLiFTSP7EOrWX3k6nagV5C5vLvK7w6bGRzb2zlJ8BWMblwEjuD4vdgOCiXhSeG0Vac6SO-qhFjKONLDfrxUxLPrJk/s320/_MG_5723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114800954480546" /></a></div><div>As the fog lifted, I painted this cove at low tide. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiBOimYB5UWtz8a_vCMCF_-Fxx0vuF-Uzv5v3OhukBdbc77v2QwhZ-dODljNW2DPkMjq-PAYz506U6M0NUZHtbqkG_U4w9KbOMJceifGK2H6iRb-JID_PIgS096KjYZCSCL2F6AksjS_p3/s1600-h/_MG_5722.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiBOimYB5UWtz8a_vCMCF_-Fxx0vuF-Uzv5v3OhukBdbc77v2QwhZ-dODljNW2DPkMjq-PAYz506U6M0NUZHtbqkG_U4w9KbOMJceifGK2H6iRb-JID_PIgS096KjYZCSCL2F6AksjS_p3/s320/_MG_5722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114666513713298" /></a></div><div>LOVE this painting. I think this is the view I saw most frequently in June; the sky and sea only differentiated by a slight gradient. I will probably paint this one large....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QG9gN7-LfF6KMMbnItoL6HYn3Jp7h77dxQYN9PQg2Zjv7Y-QhMFe_FxRLI9a56skuJNROTQ6QRyDxejwHtkd25ShobQX-prIsUZCgo8WhwJ4354gPJ2sPjfMFNIckeshJrSHfsptUmQ-/s1600-h/_MG_5721.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QG9gN7-LfF6KMMbnItoL6HYn3Jp7h77dxQYN9PQg2Zjv7Y-QhMFe_FxRLI9a56skuJNROTQ6QRyDxejwHtkd25ShobQX-prIsUZCgo8WhwJ4354gPJ2sPjfMFNIckeshJrSHfsptUmQ-/s320/_MG_5721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114433422822930" /></a></div><div>Thunder Hole....here I also became a tourist attraction. I was sitting out on a rock, and every so often I would catch tourists sneaking up behind me to take a picture of me working. It seems karmically fitting that I should be photographed by tourists, considering I spend much of my time covertly photographing them. <br /><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJsf6KEODKwe3anZLvgUWma5bZ4E75Ia8gOgawu09PmycCq_Ai-YMuSNCVt4s3Of3y7uqgtweeRpl00ZCUOeDtsJcSejAq-uoZRb6nG-h473T53cl7Flm4Myb8QzmkPWx6otsUa87_ls6/s320/_MG_5720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113853670715298" /></div><div>The field work from Acadia as a whole</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbApDSBqAvotnZ8tLd3l0O6tfTr8qYmq0CXnfipgLjxvNK31UUfRHnk-e1ioYEOEYv6PZ8ZkKAInTZ86QJndynDrszTw7SrQLLA8YpRDWhnHMhvmJ3udf0V-pE1dJHt954i1HqrkQMWVa/s1600-h/_MG_5708.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbApDSBqAvotnZ8tLd3l0O6tfTr8qYmq0CXnfipgLjxvNK31UUfRHnk-e1ioYEOEYv6PZ8ZkKAInTZ86QJndynDrszTw7SrQLLA8YpRDWhnHMhvmJ3udf0V-pE1dJHt954i1HqrkQMWVa/s320/_MG_5708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113688278364594" /></a></div><div>This is a small boy jumping at the beach. The photo does not do it justice, it's really much brighter. <br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD5UI6MaFYiE9zBHrnJrvDZ97Cv_0rSz6Qzep8zjYVKkaK4uwxGaob0UG3ibnxBr7GYLIScVskFRqFT_gftybU5_yc1S_mOb3dFmnCwRUlbWjN2JzrU21iP0sHPIm3KAlCXzgS8t4kYt0/s320/_MG_5716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113449915068466" /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-zFc2PL0Dn4kXMyp2zrxtIQX3sSbZ7wJBxfn76Ha33HfJLzEUVagD6NDx0v8EraIZ1hinymQ3nIXpOMqkE5NV_K_5nWXVLKHEuB381q9Sj0NzXtrW1uqd8Qrx3hvILOeQwGMQS5Zai-9/s320/_MG_5714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113234125280754" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZd7qd98bxdYvVF1KqY1C1_HssTx12yOnVj4TRhyphenhyphen9rp6Fbst_yLARYe0etphyvoEnBf2czpI0MONHMZyWuNRJlb2Y2Fiqhu4IJ1yHTZkaRurE2kM7YfJOFfYJ3v3X9S_EZxTNYPpQHnCNO/s1600-h/_MG_5703.JPG"><br /></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYcvsgww_0TjnBr9Ojt94fSDB97IirGMgt997FqjEZeJ4_2OI-xa7Zt-zrVvYLneL77v7bPMzlTVQnggp8lDVOfh8-VKYPI2sEautZamyOOA7lu3-sO88yAA_hhTQbSE9BkPzbHGN7_hV/s320/_MG_5706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112279452566498" /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5VXYBgeHWhowUnEBg-WOovj-H3bCdvf9R0cG7uSCsOoBgdxp6c3-aB0uPwxSAEIoqQNXNs0T9NtADGOmDpbqBLe0ugqD0Q8xMwBl-AssAHEZhKi_F4QxgYHaB6p460r208yw6odjmvAg/s320/_MG_5702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111912261732226" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCxI67YZaNnZ3cBZJSASOF0ylsl8qH18h9blzuFlyf9ZIJ2uuqrxA7W4GS58uf3i0dnxgKfeZSGef_sepfKWEGUUwWvta6UuHO_tnN1v-hht4vdKgrCcvsGgb6o0pK0DyE2lgbAOKaPqJ/s320/_MG_5701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111599695603714" /><br /></div><div> These four represent some of the archetypes of Maine; the Lobster, Moose and Lobsterman. The fat lady is just something I did because it seemed right. I know that the stereotype of the overweight tourist at the beach is completely overdone, and I don't think that my fat lady is really aiming to be that stereotype. She is large, but she is regal and elegant. I wanted her to be as imposing a landscape as the beach, if not more. She is truly of monumental stature....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-77039025113354773452009-07-13T14:34:00.000-07:002009-07-13T14:56:30.570-07:00Things I Learned Today....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBHqKf24sat2cTyC7MmO1G1v4o_ZBe18gOxseLVBlyt4nknWOkOK-iJWiaqcqJjWynvqvRTJCbvKrvHo65kn2Yp5J4IDqP7oo85_MBowQCy9rzIu-DKDDpMIlIwd6G07TyilWxBrvmxoo/s1600-h/DSCN1025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBHqKf24sat2cTyC7MmO1G1v4o_ZBe18gOxseLVBlyt4nknWOkOK-iJWiaqcqJjWynvqvRTJCbvKrvHo65kn2Yp5J4IDqP7oo85_MBowQCy9rzIu-DKDDpMIlIwd6G07TyilWxBrvmxoo/s320/DSCN1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358066876741493234" /></a><br />Working as an artist generally means that I spend the majority of my days alone, and in that introspective space I have time to ponder , talk out loud, and behave much like an 8 year old after a candy binge...needless to say, the time I spend in my studio is not altogether recognizably productive (but I swear it actually is) and talking to my paintings does not make it any easier to make them look how I want. <div><br /></div><div>So, some revelations of the day:<br /><div><br /></div><div>1. Oil paint stays wet. For a long time. In fact, when you get some on your hands it is likely to spread to many other parts of your body, clothing, or perhaps even your car...like the pink substance in The Cat in the Hat, it never goes away entirely. Hence the prussian blue marks I keep finding on my calves (how do they get there???)</div><div><br /></div><div>2. The studio is sacred. No matter how cluttered it appears to an outsider, there is a specific order to the chaos and any disruption can cause trauma to the artist...and today half my studio was appropriated by Upward Bound students who ran amok with india ink and pastels. The horror. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. There are far too many car dealerships in Maine, and they are always selling PT Cruisers. Why?</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Cottage cheese is not lunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Kirsten can eat peanut butter with anything. Including quesadillas.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Harry Potter opens in less than 48 hours.</div><div><br /></div></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-6103749578293878202009-07-12T20:01:00.000-07:002009-07-12T20:24:27.527-07:00The Mission<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0uCl8F1sJqXhWvmy_czbFRgzXIh6fHSnw8FiJhhUMdWtRGGiPP3ucsGJ9OiezNrv73fPTWU0adznm_25JuCJe3bxmiG7IUOGoZzVAwJ1s99H7eqfgznXgwwZPQwTBf4qhwTygDVKqJdF/s1600-h/_MG_4708.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0uCl8F1sJqXhWvmy_czbFRgzXIh6fHSnw8FiJhhUMdWtRGGiPP3ucsGJ9OiezNrv73fPTWU0adznm_25JuCJe3bxmiG7IUOGoZzVAwJ1s99H7eqfgznXgwwZPQwTBf4qhwTygDVKqJdF/s320/_MG_4708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357780402126012050" /></a><br />Here is my project proposal: I wrote this before I began the project, but it represents the main ideas of what I wish to accomplish...Sorry for the formal language; this was the original proposal. <div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">I grew up in Aspen, Colorado. Generally, when I tell people that I am from Aspen, they want to know what it was like living in such a famous ski town. However, because my hometown has been so thoroughly described by the media and in popular culture, everyone already has a notion of how they expect Aspen ought to be, and they are expecting a certain sort of response. It is no mystery that tourism drove Aspen’s identity to be what it is today, and its identity is not unique in this way. Everyone has an idea of how Las Vegas ought to be, how Hawaii ought to be, how Alaska ought to be…the list goes on. Without ever visiting many of these locations, people feel that they know a place because they are familiar with the images associated with it. These notions of reality are not necessarily negative, but they detract from an individual’s experience of any “familiar” location because they drive the viewer to seek images and experiences they already know and understand. This creates a divide between actual experience and perceived reality. Maine is another location famous for certain scenery and emblematic images. By tracing the origins of the perceived realities of coastal Maine, I hope to understand the functions and ramifications of constructed identity more thoroughly. There is so much more to coastal life than lighthouses, lobster boats, and sunsets. The ideals set forth about the identity of this place serve a specific purpose—to attract tourists—but I hope to discover what effect this mild propaganda has on our conceptions of the Maine coast. Certainly not all Mainers live an L.L. Bean lifestyle but perhaps there is a fundamental quality underlying the advertising that resonates with people who are intimate with the local environment. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>The typical modes of dissemination for the characteristic Maine identity are through painting and photography. I intend to research and work in both these rich veins, both to understand how they affect the collective consciousness and also to learn how to manipulate the media in order to relay meaning. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">The historical richness of landscape painting in Maine is unmatched by any other state in New England. Carl Little, the author of eleven art books including <u>Paintings in Maine</u>, publishes books that are simply catalogues of landscape paintings that he feels best represent Maine. He lives on Mount Desert Island, and as part of this summer’s research, I hope to meet with him and discuss his reasoning behind the paintings he chooses. The choices he makes influences the works of current landscape artists. This subsequently furthers the perceived realities of the Maine coast presented to the public.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">Photography is always a highly influential source of visual information. Photographic images penetrate popular culture thoroughly because they are used to communicate information more often than text and because they are omnipresent, readily available sources that are easily legible. The verisimilitude of photography is widely accepted; it is generally thought that photos are evidentiary whereas paintings are influenced by an artist’s perception. Of course, this is entirely untrue. The photographer has just as much control over their subject, composition, and message as does a painter. However, it is this distinction that lends photography to becoming the more subtle carrier for Maine’s identity propaganda. The images found in postcards are repeated themes; they drive people to only want to see purportedly “scenic” views, thereby ignoring what may actually be occurring. During this research project I intend to gather as many postcards as possible and use them as visual information juxtaposed against my own photography of the Maine coast. In my own photography I will seek out scenes not found in postcards and try to shoot scenes of coastal Maine that are not commonly shown or that are necessarily “scenic.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">With these thoughts in mind, I intend to drive deep into the tourism-driven identity of Maine. The work I want to produce will speak to the clichés and to the norms presented and attempt to take steps beyond their superficial meanings. To do this, I have a number of process driven projects to undertake. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">First, I plan to directly, and patiently, observe the Maine coast. By using the traditional techniques of observation painting, small landscape studies done in the field, I will try and connect with the same phenomena experienced by landscape painters in Maine. I will study light, geological formations, the movement of the ocean, and general landscape/seascape compositions. By taking this formal approach, I hope to see if I will naturally lean toward familiar images of the Maine coast, or if I will be able to find new angles and perspectives. During the course of the summer I also plan on taking a trip to Monhegan Island, one of the most popular places for summer landscape painting in Maine. I also plan on spending some time on Mount Desert Island, simultaneously working on my own reconnaissance and also exploring the many painting galleries found in Bar Harbor. The end product of this part of the project will be a series of paintings. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">The next step in the process of the project will be to accumulate a large number of postcards from varying parts of the coast. As I mentioned earlier, these postcards will be compared with my own photography and ideally the conversation between the two will provide for interesting dialogue. I also expect that I will do some large-scale collage projects with the postcards, ideally arranging them in such a way so that from far away, certain emblematic images will be visible. For example, I might arrange the postcards on a large wall in such a way as to suggest a lobster (all the reddish postcards in the form of a lobster surrounded by bluish postcards to suggest water). The end product of their part of the project will be a series of photographs and photo collages. Additionally, I plan on spending a great deal of time in L.L. Bean in Freeport. L.L. Bean has been successful because they have been able to create a very marketable identity for Maine and the lifestyle lived here. I intend to explore every part of the store and to really delve into the images and ideas supported by L.L. Bean. If I get permission from the store, I also intend to take photos of their products, advertisements, and customers (again, with permission). Using these photos and photoshop, I will make a series of posters in relation to my findings. Hopefully these will be comical. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;">The final product of this entire project will be a gallery space presented in a way that allows the viewer to realize the implications of ingesting assumed realties. I want people to see that the identity of a place does not entirely have to do with advertised or popular notions, but instead, that the identity of a place comes from experiencing it for yourself as an individual. I hope to inspire awareness and make people think twice about what they believe reality seems to be. I want to show people that experiencing beauty is personal, and that each of us has a choice to decide what moves us. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-31074404713620983372009-07-12T19:28:00.001-07:002009-07-12T19:37:08.392-07:00photos continued...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcHsXmyUeKfUJaybY4pPBFFQbveC1YXg9ylAOsfQjiBmmx1bcDMRZ2spv9YR4jRyVPngFpXrvGnEpAsrR6Ic_J21SHSW9_LP_A1thgMh6-ARyobEGUkd9vkUaW_5sYm_rI7P-nlxCK9Eq/s1600-h/_MG_4919.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcHsXmyUeKfUJaybY4pPBFFQbveC1YXg9ylAOsfQjiBmmx1bcDMRZ2spv9YR4jRyVPngFpXrvGnEpAsrR6Ic_J21SHSW9_LP_A1thgMh6-ARyobEGUkd9vkUaW_5sYm_rI7P-nlxCK9Eq/s320/_MG_4919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767581043772866" /></a><div>Matt took me lobstering at 6 am....what fun. Here we are at Land's End on Bailey Island...his nueroscience friends are collecting baby lobster here to dissect and examine the hind gut nerve ganglion. Yet another reason why I have chosen not to pursue science.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfmvX_XcMgbPk8m2xlTCWzgN3k-5vUfVkNtDAUxKOSzdU7CwIebZzoCl5-rkIlEjsCxjUJe9KSbXHHn12bTrH0dWSAIORe-lciIjsXSbOeAitfYG_BvPxwjUq36TR-VbjSATOzhKumZOm/s1600-h/_MG_5134.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfmvX_XcMgbPk8m2xlTCWzgN3k-5vUfVkNtDAUxKOSzdU7CwIebZzoCl5-rkIlEjsCxjUJe9KSbXHHn12bTrH0dWSAIORe-lciIjsXSbOeAitfYG_BvPxwjUq36TR-VbjSATOzhKumZOm/s320/_MG_5134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767231056540002" /></a></div><div>Dew collecting on pinetrees<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibTgOaS-1v4cYG8SBnsTGCuoPnGvoKtRY-SjnfJymv8C5x8vngTSnP-kxHLoBG8VQfiNHMIEb-8sWBUkgu-3ZMzpoYGSCmYPy-1bkCAyM9Ua2FIJxUCBRzZch5aLSswpTDJnbHeMIObEx/s1600-h/_MG_5122.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibTgOaS-1v4cYG8SBnsTGCuoPnGvoKtRY-SjnfJymv8C5x8vngTSnP-kxHLoBG8VQfiNHMIEb-8sWBUkgu-3ZMzpoYGSCmYPy-1bkCAyM9Ua2FIJxUCBRzZch5aLSswpTDJnbHeMIObEx/s320/_MG_5122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767046443649026" /></a></div><div>The trail up the North Ridge of Cadillac Mountain <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN0z_YPQ4_P7Rcg61Ykh3pydPogkEs8YUS4NA3ABKTE1XqMHsxnWaES_UEWPhpQR_uhMvkkzVk72euYjqK-zzTxn59gfaWC84-j7YYP4grYEFl0_lE6YR5tPFKBMThExoi5dV9BObnAn2/s1600-h/_MG_5145.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN0z_YPQ4_P7Rcg61Ykh3pydPogkEs8YUS4NA3ABKTE1XqMHsxnWaES_UEWPhpQR_uhMvkkzVk72euYjqK-zzTxn59gfaWC84-j7YYP4grYEFl0_lE6YR5tPFKBMThExoi5dV9BObnAn2/s320/_MG_5145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766739760904690" /></a></div><div>Sand Beach<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4CWPAuPA9HanTNUFx4Ozih1N6Su2xBxEu6kPsEyFo90ymgUg5g9svJs_lMVrqvnnTjJuTpDgk5brpKsL75itpBbdNtRkFmcgEhjuEIhxrlFWlyWoF707OFLUN_XWGsB9iIAM6p_xu6Cx/s1600-h/_MG_5116.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4CWPAuPA9HanTNUFx4Ozih1N6Su2xBxEu6kPsEyFo90ymgUg5g9svJs_lMVrqvnnTjJuTpDgk5brpKsL75itpBbdNtRkFmcgEhjuEIhxrlFWlyWoF707OFLUN_XWGsB9iIAM6p_xu6Cx/s320/_MG_5116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766607628533874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQl7063O4JbZBaOOYzLGeQP8FTN0OqfVKUJjwtBLV1V0too9KsBdlcFAgC9d2A4fVPKa_PM4shGsqn_vpJLw6cFFAH5xC7RlhHQ0Vi-sPPLdR8IeXpPVUpdXMxajQ_og-A43wl5ZAXtZG/s1600-h/_MG_5112.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQl7063O4JbZBaOOYzLGeQP8FTN0OqfVKUJjwtBLV1V0too9KsBdlcFAgC9d2A4fVPKa_PM4shGsqn_vpJLw6cFFAH5xC7RlhHQ0Vi-sPPLdR8IeXpPVUpdXMxajQ_og-A43wl5ZAXtZG/s320/_MG_5112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766353073289858" /></a><br /></div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-10800804481767780552009-07-12T19:19:00.000-07:002009-07-12T20:23:44.140-07:00Photos to Date...Acadia, Brunswick, and Beyond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuO3cN493qMKjX2-whNNL6PKTzOPS_XyXGdQwueXrVkTMTWKfafeZdpJgo82ol1gCTI632bs8VrfwK2ZcN2FMVGHcXJKRhfNEBxofdPNACKN96F2Qlbk4bkg3XwCFtWaHgkVZc4ezD1ZQF/s1600-h/_MG_5141.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuO3cN493qMKjX2-whNNL6PKTzOPS_XyXGdQwueXrVkTMTWKfafeZdpJgo82ol1gCTI632bs8VrfwK2ZcN2FMVGHcXJKRhfNEBxofdPNACKN96F2Qlbk4bkg3XwCFtWaHgkVZc4ezD1ZQF/s320/_MG_5141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765648768112802" /></a><div>Oh, scenic Maine....this pond is generally bathed in sunlight throughout the summer....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeYtDteMlTMZ7kH4wm5TP8QirfG4x5CZ528AlnnWIuWJqtRhz6FPuwD9T43tp2tLT_DOYvr9Xpornu4WFAMTZckKVF7NM6W9b9zbnEGa0Cie96Q9z2GgvpA-2wVdrl36FS82RnkCE9L4c/s1600-h/_MG_5091.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeYtDteMlTMZ7kH4wm5TP8QirfG4x5CZ528AlnnWIuWJqtRhz6FPuwD9T43tp2tLT_DOYvr9Xpornu4WFAMTZckKVF7NM6W9b9zbnEGa0Cie96Q9z2GgvpA-2wVdrl36FS82RnkCE9L4c/s320/_MG_5091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765390508103074" /></a><br />Perhaps the reason why I love digital photography to the degree that I do is that it ubiquity and omnipresence allows me to take photos at random and in large quantity...I have happily been snapping shots of my New England summer in hopes that some may produce compositions fitting my topic. Generally, I end up shooting what I like and what interests me, but I hardly can contain myself to a specific theme...I am too in love with the sights, scenes, and people I find here in Maine to really want to edit. Here is a random sampling of my journeys and adventures to date. </div>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-36709940727567218102009-07-12T19:17:00.000-07:002009-07-12T19:18:35.210-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-o-obTkJtWz6V6E8gwzL-K4ORqWsjgYpNGNIJWgex-6kCJOJ5mFPRDdCrsey7CFCCf2N20tSyRP9KDUxcKkFtkMTlO8-ZyAV2m_eGEMSFrZHR5OvDVZrR1awBCgTiwu3N4jASknB4vQqC/s1600-h/_MG_5231.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-o-obTkJtWz6V6E8gwzL-K4ORqWsjgYpNGNIJWgex-6kCJOJ5mFPRDdCrsey7CFCCf2N20tSyRP9KDUxcKkFtkMTlO8-ZyAV2m_eGEMSFrZHR5OvDVZrR1awBCgTiwu3N4jASknB4vQqC/s320/_MG_5231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763433686849746" /></a>Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903616503339654120.post-15507526710333958112009-07-12T19:11:00.000-07:002009-07-12T19:17:05.159-07:00Dispatch from BrunswickAs it stands, it is past midsummer and the sun has finally decided to show its face through the Maine fog and clouds that have been omnipresent this season. As a landscape painter, the particular meteorological conditions have been less than exemplary, and yet, I have been enjoying myself thoroughly. This summer I have had the happy task of depicting the Maine coast through a variety of media due to a generous fellowship from Bowdoin College....and so I have spent my time interpreting what I see through film and on canvas.... Elissa Rodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383160173512790198noreply@blogger.com0