Here is what is coming up:
August 1,2,3
Ocean City Boardwalk Arts Show
Book #83, 12 and Boardwalk. Way down at the southern part of the boardwalk.
August 4-September 15
James Gate Restaurant
Jamaica Plain MA
Many people came to Wickford in my first big expensive fair. Thanks you to all who came by and talked, I had fun talking to you.
Thanks to everybody who bid on my picture at the Faneuil Auction. The librarian’s husband snagged it and you can see it at the Faneuil Branch for now.
Here are some new pics I made that are up at Mt. Tom’s Homemade Ice Cream Shop. If you came to this site from there, I’d appreciate your comments by email. Most of the pictures are also for sale from $100 to $600, so let me know if you want to buy one and I will tell you how much.
These got sold! People love the old stuff.
We heard you! You asked why we were messing around with paintings when we could be annoying you with Flash! You asked why we had bald tires on the car and we all lived in a small apartment when people were making all this money annoying you with Flash! We heard you and we’ve improved! Check out the New Flash and EricMauro.com!!!!
This picture is from an idea I first tried when I was in art college. It is hard to admit that something useful came out of painting school. The picture came out much better this time, party because I managed to fit all the dogs in the picture. Incidentally it is five versions of my one dog. I don’t have five dogs.
On the meaning: I actually saw my dog gulp down a piece of pizza, at least I assume it was pizza but it could have been some other food flattened under a car wheel in the parking lot. My dog used to be more active but has since hurt her back, she is in some pain when we walk and she drools. I look back on her active phase with nostalgia now even if at the time, I wondered how I got mixed up with this species.
On the painting itself I am happy with the different progressions of light, and the way I painted certain lights in the sky, especially in the cleft of the two piles of rocks. I have another painting coming up with more work on the sky and I think this may be the way to go for a while.
Here’s something from the past. I am fascinated by the patterns that are made in a game, where the action follows the ball. In youth sports the attention is only partially devoted to the game, which makes a fun picture.
Have to write this here before I bring the book back to the library:
“It wasnt’f for the sake of glory, of for the sake of strategy. The French knew that they would have to retreat before morning and we knew perfectly well that they would go. As far as the war was concerned there was nothing to fight about. Yet our infantry and theirs fought like wild cats, of like heroes if you like that better, amongst the houses — hot work enough — while the supports out in the open stood freezing in a tempestuous north wind which drove the snow on earth and the great masses of clouds in the sky at a terrific pace. The very air was inexpressibly sombre by contrast with the white earth. I have never seen God’s creation look more sinister than on that day.
“We the cavalry (we were only a handful), had not much to do except turn our backs to the wind and receive some stray French round shot. This, I may tell you, was the last of the French guns and in was the last time they had their artillery in position. Those guns never went away from there either. We found them abandoned next morning. But that afternoon they were keeping up an infernal fire on our attacking column; the furious wind carried away the smoke and even the noise but we could see the constant flicker of the tongues of fire along the French front. Then a driving flurry of snow would hide everything except the dark red flashes in the white swirl.”
From “The Warrior’s Soul” by Joseph Conrad
