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Acrylic on Canvas, 1971, 28×36
Joanne in Kansas City

All paintings at: https://sites.google.com/view/cabinetofvanities
Acrylic on Canvas, 1971, 28×36
Joanne in Kansas City

My wife usually gets her hair “done” in a salon,. When she gets home, there are inevitable complaints that it “looks different”. Of course – the lighting is changed .
There have always been different light effects – sunset, noon, overcast. And artificial from candles, gas jet, incandescent. In the era of LED, any “temperature” of red or blue or green or yellow mixture can be served up, bright or dim .
We deal with all this amazingly well. Red usually looks red. A landscape picture resembles itself in almost all conditions. But that should indicate to us just how amazing our vision is – both raw data gathering and interpretation .
Painters always knew this. Patrons who bought things done under “Northern light exposure” in studios rarely hung their purchases under similar conditions. Poor artists’ dimly lit barns had different lighting then when the work is hung in a brightly illuminated museum. And forget trying to recreate the conditions of “plein aire” .
My lesson is that much of our life is like this. We may think things are exactly the same, but only because our brains automatically adjust to what are objectively quite different events. It’s part of our amazing ability to compose and generalize, the core of our knowledge.
Not quite obvious, and easy to ignore. Until the hair looks entirely different …

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Acrylic on Canvas, 1976, 40×48
Boston Public Garden in Winter

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2000, 30×40
Dark clouds attracted me / white gull startled me / insistent wind endlessly / gusted towards tomorrow

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Pastel and Ink on Mulberry Paper, 2025, 11×15
Years ago / Weeds were high / I could hide behind / A beautiful screen

A primary goal in any art form is to select the limits of the work and communicate them to an imagined audience. A pencil sketch is different from an oil canvas. A tonal study has criteria which do not much resemble hard outlines . How well the final work succeeds is based on the selection of limits, the communication of these limits, and the impact of the finished product within its declared and accepted boundaries .
I think this is why we find children’s or “primitive” or amateur work so charming. We accept the basic proposition and enjoy the creation. No need to compare your child’s work to the Sistine chapel. “Grandma Moses” even finds a place in fine art museums .
We live, however, in an age of imagined limitlessness. Artists often refuse to accept any limits, and the result is a mess, whether a dinner or a sculpture or a book. Other artists rebel and set artificially narrow bounds which, even if successfully executed, are quite boring once the initial shock wears off .
So I happily say to myself “this and not that”, or “that’s enough”. My art is more satisfying for so doing. And I pretty much feel the same way about life in general .

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Acrylic on Canvas 2005, 40×30
At the local French cafe
they play French music
serve French food
works for a while _ just wasting time

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Acrylic on Canvas 1975, 30×40
Vacant lot, Boston

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Acrylic on Canvas 1972, 30×40
Early attempt at “Electric Impressionism”
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Perhaps we have all turned into John Henry, pounding railroad spikes trying to beat a machine. Artists are confronted with the same situation as other intellectual occupations – what used to take skill, pride, thought, and time can now be done by any teenager in a dull moment. The internet is flooded with AI images, movies, stories. Work has similarly vanished. Some of us remain luddites, stubbornly sticking to brush and pencil. Why? A waste of time…
But is it ?
Climbing a mountain or hiking in a forest is not the same as viewing a YouTube video of the adventure (not even – as technology advances – an IMAX immersion). Things we do for ourselves have both an outer and an inner component .
Accomplishment of something difficult brings pride. Even if it is only pounding spikes. Or painting a canvas .
The key is that doing something you like to do, either for the activity itself or for recognition, is a kind of play. The same task forced on you (especially repetitively) is a chore or boring job. We should avoid confusing the two .
Mankind evolved with hand coordination. In spite of our big brains, we remain a physically oriented species. I think AI art robs both the creator and the audience of that heritage. Except for the brief thrill of novelty, pride and satisfaction are completely missing .