Nine years ago, Ash and I cast off on a great adventure. We quit our jobs and went on the road with our cantankerous two-year old, Ivan, in tow. Also in tow was our sweet little 13’ Scamp - a camper that was our home for nine months and one that still brings a smile to our face when we see them on the road. Our dream was simple: sell some art and see the country as a family. Rat race be damned! We were gonna make it.
Read MoreThis Looks Sketchy /
“Stay loose. Stay loose.”
This is my inner mantra in the studio as I paint. This is what I tell myself while on the wall of a mural. Heck, this can apply to most situations in my life. Stay loose. Don’t overthink it. Keep moving.
Read MoreMarquette Mural Mission /
As you may have noticed, I’ve been busy painting copious amounts of small paintings. This size has found a niche following and we can’t seem to keep enough of them on hand. They fit my characters well, they’re easy to find a spot for, and the price is right. (There are a handful available in the shop right now. Get ‘em while you can!)
At the same time, as I’ve been cranking away at small objects of art, we made a BIG art move with big brushes this past April. We painted a mural, but not just any mural…our first indoor mural! A mural that allowed us to try a technique we’d been brainstorming for a while.
Read MoreThe Imagineer /
When I say the word “Disney”, what feeling does it elicit in you? some are awash in nostalgia as they remember the first time they saw Cinderella get her prince or Snow White defeat her evil stepmother. Others immediately think of Disney theme parks and are typically in one of three camps:
I can’t wait to go back again this year. Last year was SO MUCH FUN! And they year the before that!
I wish I could take the kids, but it’s approximately a million dollars to go.
NEVER AGAIN.
ONWARD! 2023 Wrap Up /
Another productive year! Last year, I painted 64 paintings and this year I managed to top my previous best by a couple. I continued to refine The Jobs of Yesteryear by using more reference photos when they were available. The end result of this practice is that my paintings have more life in them. Less cartoony, more realism. Overall sentiment about my work over this past year: forging my way forward on this painterly path of progress. Way to paint, me!
Read MoreA Month of Murals: Part 3 of 3 (Bevern aan den IJzer, Belgium) /
Onto Belgium for a much more rustic experience. After landing in Paris and spending a few days there getting over our jetlag and finding our way to the top of the Eiffel Tower, we made the trip to Bevern aan den IJzer (good luck with that one), a rural farming town within walking distance to the France/Belgium border (we know because we walked to France one evening). Our host, Hendrik, picked us up in his girlfriend’s olive green 1980 Volkswagen Golf and we whizzed through the quaint Belgian countryside as he told us all about the history of the area. We arrived at the brewery and started to settle in.
Read MoreA Month of Murals: Part 2 of 3 (The Bloomington Ferry: Bloomington, MN) /
The Bloomington Ferry mural went really well. We were working on a construction site and had to get used to painting with hard hats, orange vests, and safety harnesses on. We were also surrounded by tradesmen of all sorts doing their parts on the building and it was fun being one of the crew, albeit the oddball artists.
Read MoreA Month of Murals: Part 1 of 3 /
“This is crazy,” Ashley said. “Right?”
“Yeah, it’s tight but doable. Nothing can go wrong but I think it can be done.”
We were staring at our August calendar trying to envision painting two very different murals in two very distant locations within the span of three weeks. One in Minnesota; the other across the Atlantic in rural Belgium.
“Yeah, that’s crazy, “ I conceded. “But we do crazy stuff sometimes.”
Read MoreCreating without critiquing /
I was born a people pleaser. I get it from my mother (shout out to Janelle!) and it’s both a blessing and a curse. On the positive side, I am considerate of others and value empathizing perspectives outside of my own. On the flip side, I can let what others think have too much weight when I’m making decisions and let my viewpoint get tossed by waves of opinion. It is what it is and I’m working through it. Painting helps.
When I’m in the studio, I do my best to block my people-pleasing tendencies. I quiet the critics, both inner and outer, real or imagined, and try to get into the zone of creating without critiquing. Thoughts will always creep in about whether folks at the next festival will like this painting or whether Ashley will like it or if the average Joe will think it’s cool or weird or whatever. But I’ve gotten pretty astute at noticing these thoughts and stopping them at the doorway. They have no place in my creative process because I think my work is best when they’re held at bay.
Looking back at the past 250+ paintings I’ve done in The Jobs of Yesteryear Series, I notice a gradual shift towards abstraction. What I mean by this is that things are less clearly defined in my paintings, in particular in the background. Instead of a crisp building with clean edges and carefully laid out windows, I will use a blocky brushstroke and leave it at that. Rather than painting in the sky full of clouds and the forest recessing into the distance, I will use a simple but pleasing gradient to capture the mood of the morning light and paint the silhouette of trees into the negative space on the horizon. I suggest a scene rather than explicitly showing a scene and I’ve found that the end effect is better, more engaging work. The viewer meets me halfway and we tell the story together.
I haven’t always appreciated abstract art. A big blob of color on top of a contrasting color and that’s it? Painting done? Now to some people, that composition does something and I’ve read accounts of viewers describing their visceral, emotional responses to what I consider simplistic abstract art. It just doesn’t do that to me but that doesn’t make my response or their reaction correct. Art is just art and the reaction you have to a piece is what it is.
But the more I paint, the more I see the value of abstraction as a tool. In my latest work, my backgrounds have been becoming more abstract. Blobs and swooshes of color, drips and wild gestural movements: it’s all loose and instinctual, pure expression in the moment. Go with the feeling.
This background is contrasted by the sharp, clear lines of the figures, their rich detail and texture jumping out at the viewer, especially when set against a more muted, abstract background. My wife/muse/boss Ashley has said all along, “You don’t need a scene”, and as I’ve found out countless times during our almost twelve years of marriage, in the end, she’s spot on. It just took me 200 paintings to get there.
I just completed five new paintings for the Ann Arbor Summer Art Fair taking place this weekend and if you have the chance to come and see them in my booth, you’ll notice that I cranked the abstraction knob to 11 (they are also available exclusively to our patrons right now on Patreon to view and purchase). I wanted to find the edge of where the abstraction goes too far and something is lost in the final piece. In creating these five new originals, I don’t think I’ve gone too far just yet. The contrast works magnificently and I thoroughly enjoyed the wild, expressive process of splattering in the backgrounds. It felt good. It felt right. And most of all, it was just plain fun.
I don’t what the average Joe (or even Ashley) will think of this latest work, but when it feels that good during its creation, then it’s time well spent at the easel. And for now, I’m going to sit back and be pleased with that.
Thank you for continuing with us on our adventures in art. May you find the quiet places in your life to create without critiquing.
Salvador Dalí Sows a Seed /
I was a bit of a weirdo in high school. Sure, I played sports and considered my friends the “cool kids”, but I also went for countless walks at night alone and always felt like I was a bit of an odd duck amongst the rural farm kids. I doubt I was any odder than the next angst-prone weird-interest teenager, but in rural South Dakota, I felt like I stuck out at a particularly awkward angle.
Read MoreIn Search of Light /
On these dark, gray days of deep Michigan winter, the wind howls and the snow cascades down in its lake-effect bounty. The brown grasses are hidden under a heavy quilt of snow crystals, each flake a unique wonder of its own design.
Read More2022: The Year I Became Prolific /
I’ve always wanted to be prolific. Some of my favorite artists (Picasso, Dali) are known for their huge body of work that they produced over their lifetime and I’ve always admired their continued productivity. And while I’ve felt semblances of producing at a high level, I knew that I hadn’t fully gotten there. Not really even close. But I figured that if I kept on the path and kept my brushes to the grindstone, a breakthrough would come. Well this past year, it finally did.
Read MoreThe Process /
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Where do ideas come from? Heck if I know! But there is one question I can answer: Where do paintings come from? Sit back while I reveal the complete process behind The Jobs of Yesteryear.
It begins with wood. The wood panels I paint on are composed of maple plywood and a pine frame. I order most of my panels from my (almost) twin brother Lucas, who has set up shop selling panels (www.oddjobpanels.com). The first step is to stain the panel and coat it with a couple of layers of polycrylic.
Next comes the dream phase. I get out my sketchbook and draw little sketches of the planned painting, figuring out the overall composition. “Stay loose,” I tell myself, for this is not the time to sweat the details.
After sketching out a general direction that I like for the painting, I start with a workers. I lay a piece of watercolor paper on top of the panel and begin to draw the shape of the workers, using reference photos and my little sketch to get the scale and posture right.
Once the drawing looks right, I fetch my trusty X-acto knife and cut the character out. Using the cutout to get the correct perspective and scale, I then lightly sketch in the background using a white china marker.
Now it’s time to cover the workers in torn pieces of brown kraft paper. I use PVA, a book binding glue that is acid-free and very sticky, both for the collage process and for the later step where I glue the workers onto the panel.
After the workers are entirely covered, I put them aside to dry and get to work painting the background. I only use three tubes of acrylic paint when I paint The Jobs of Yesteryear: mars black, titanium white, and unbleached titanium. For these three hues, I mix all of the wonderful warm grays I can dream up.
Once the background is in ship shape, it’s time to trim the excess paper off the workers and paint them up. I trim from the back where I can carefully follow the shape of my cutout drawing. What’s left when I flip it back over is the silhouetted shape of the worker I drew, but now covered in a nice brown tone and subtle torn-edge texture. I paint in the details of the workers, their lifeless silhouettes coming to life in full regalia, long pants and all. Almost there!
The last step is to glue the worker onto the background I’ve painted. I shplurp out some PVA, quickly cover the entire back of the collaged figures, and swiftly flip the workers over into place on the wood panel. Speed is necessary as I need to get them in place before the glue has a chance to set. Go go go!
Once this technical hurdle is overcome, I put the painting back on the easel and give it a looky-loo. I’ll add shadows and any other finishing touches my eye decides on before cutting out a little TV and pasting it into the corner for my signature. Then it’s time for a victory dance! Hooray, hoorah, la-dee-dah! Another painting in the books!
As final finishing steps, I coat the entire painting with an isolation coat (thinned gel gloss medium) and then add a satin varnish to protect the finished painting for generations to come. Hot diggity dog, that’s how it’s done!
Now that I see my process all written down, it sure seems like quite a to-do but in practice, it’s very fluid and a (mostly) enjoyable process. I’ve now used this process for 200+ paintings and it’s a new adventure every time I pick up the paintbrush.
Thank you all for coming along on this journey in art and life. Please feel free to reach out with any questions about how it’s all done. As for where ideas come from, well, you’re on your own.
This painting, The Grape Crushers, along with a handful of other new paintings will be available exclusively to Patrons on Patreon next week - join HERE to get access to all new paintings first along with other perks.
The Pitcher /
I’ve seen grown men cry. I’ve seen people hug paintings. I’ve heard many satisfied sighs after the tide of initial reaction has ebbed and settled into a still lake of contentment. It’s a beautiful thing and a very special moment that I feel honored to have been a part of.
Read MoreFan Girl /
“For a month long license, I’d need to charge you $0, but if you licensed it for your lamplighter project for a year, I could give you a deal of 12 months for the price of ten, for a total of $0. Lots of blessings on continuing a positive journey:).”
This was the response that we received from Craig Menowa, lead singer/songwriter of Cloud Cult, when we sent out a hail-mary email to ask if we could use one of the their songs for our Lamplighter sculpture video.
Zero dollars. That doesn’t happen.
Read MoreThe Doffer and the Photographer /
The owners of the textile mills kept the windows closed. This was not in consideration of the workers sweating away at the spinning machines, but in order to keep the cotton threads happy, the hot and humid atmosphere preventing them from breaking. The air was thick with lint and dust with no airflow, many workers developed “brown lung” from years of breathing in cotton dust. The constant racket of machinery drowned out the happy chatter of children playing by the mill.
Read MoreInspiration From a Mountaintop Bologna & Chips Sandwich /
I recently painted my sixth Fire Lookout in the Jobs of Yesteryear series. These solitary workers living high on mountain tops have always elicited a bit of wondrous envy. When I was growing up in South Dakota, my family and I would often hike to the highest point in the state: Harney Peak (since renamed Black Elk Peak), a 5,000 foot mountain with an incredible stone fire lookout tower adorning its peak.
Read MoreHow Does This Happen? /
I’m often asked how we come about opportunities in the art world, especially around painting murals. This is a question that we continue to seek answers to as there are a thousand different paths to a well. But in order to illuminate one path, I’ll tell you the story about how we came to paint our biggest wall yet this past November in Yuma, Arizona.
Read MoreHankering in 2021 /
2021 brought the return to in-person outdoor festivals and boy did we have a hankering to get out there. Judging by the rate at which the paintings flew off the walls, you all were hankering too!
Read MoreWe Failed at ArtPrize /
“Two are broken and the underlighting isn’t working either,” Ashley tells me, her tone letting me know that she’s as disappointed and crestfallen as I am. It’s only DAY 2 of 18 at ArtPrize, a massive city-wide art competition taking place in Grand Rapids, Michigan and we’re at our very prominent and highly-trafficked display of The Lamplighter sculpture. Top prize is $50,000. Oh, and it’s our 10 YEAR anniversary so we’re looking as good as it gets for a rare night on the town without the kids. Shit. Time to work.
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