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Row Boat

11-Aug-07
Waiting For a Row

Do you like boats?

I do. I’ve learned over the years though, that what I like about them is their beauty. How did I learn that?

I learned it by actually buying four boats. I learned that owning a boat is a royal pain in the ass and that building one is not practical. I’ve learned that restoring one is a money pit.

It started with a desire to own a wooden canoe. I wanted one for years but could never afford one. Finally, the dream came true. I bought a large square stern Grand Laker made by Indians (Indians who spoke French) in Canada.

I still have it. It’s very beautiful, with white cedar ribs and cane seats, and long clean lines. It sits on sawhorses in my garage. I no longer own a vehicle on which to hoist it. Even if I did, I don’t know that I’d go to the trouble of performing the hoisting maneuvers anymore.

Why not Mr. Don? It’s your dream boat.

  • Because the dang thing is impossible to keep in one place if there is even the slightest breeze. It’s high sides act like sails. One constantly drifts unless anchored. It has even pulled the anchor along in a stiff breeze.
  • Because you have to sit in the middle (where there is no seat) to prevent the bow from rising two feet out of the water and ruining the beautiful appearance of a canoe gliding on the water.
  • Because the nearest lake that is not a threat to life and limb from power boats and jet skiers is two hours away.

The next two boats were “projects”. You know, the kind of projects that one undertakes to satisfy the urge to be a craftsman. To re-create beauty from that which is in horrible, misused condition. By working wood and finish into a piece of utilitarian art. Or to adjoin parts and pieces from a kit into a homogeneous, glistening form which in the end, is a beautiful, waterworthy, wooden boat. The intent of course, the vision, is to have others then oogle over your creation and craftsmanship…to have created something so beautiful and rare that others stop you to inquire “hey, that’s beautiful. Did you build that boat”.

Those two projects cost about $4000 in the end and never amounted to a usable boat. One in fact, the kit, went in the trash. The other, the restoration, will soon be given away or cut into pieces and burned if I can’t find a taker.

I have a fine wife. She has tolerated the above insanities among others which have cost far less.

The last boat is a sixteen foot outboard which sits in the mountains of North Georgia near a large lake. That boat was my wife’s dream boat. It is old, built in 1972. It is in good condition though. That is because some other sap restored it as his project and then sold it to me. Not considering his time, he probably made money on the deal. Considering his time, he lost a few thousand. Most people who get the afore mentioned urges to create or restore boats forget that time is money too.

Anyway, we have not used that boat in three years. I simply grew tired of hauling it to the boat ramp, wrestling it into and out of the water, and scooting around the same lake weekend after weekend until I had seen every cove ten times and caught a disappointingly small number of fish. Plus, I despise the smell of gasoline from the two containers by the motor. In a small old motor boat, that is part of the experience. My wife though, enjoyed the experience of being driven about on the water, having nothing to do with the difficulties of getting there.

And so, I have come to learn the pleasure of boats is in observing their beauty. Most often as they sit still in the water, or slowly glide along with almost no wake…their reflections gleaming below them. My father used to sit on the balcony of a rented vacation condo overlooking Destin’s harbor in Florida and watch boats for hours at a time. That is what I intend to do with boats from now on…watch them. I can truly enjoy them that way.

If you get the urge, you can bid on this little ACEO card at ebay and have a little boat of your very own…just to watch.

Tuscany Beach

10-Aug-07
Tuscany Beach

Sometimes we go to the beach for a quick vacation. We did that last week. The beach we visited was nice, on Hunting Island, SC.

Unfortunately, I was at a total loss for being able to sketch. Sometimes I just “lose it”. No desire to sketch…or do much of anything. The stuff I was seeing at the beach was uninteresting to me and thus I figured none of it would make for interesting sketches or stories to anybody reading Idle Minutes.

So, I sketched nothing while at the beach. I did take some photos. Perhaps I’ll review them and see if the camera saw anything interesting…sometimes it does while I don’t.

Anyway, in lieu of sketches from Hunting Island, here’s a beach scene from Italy. I know. You’re thinking “huh? from coastal South Carolina to Italy? How odd. What gives Mr. Don?

Well, click back through the last few posts and it will become self evident.

I’ll be back on track with vacation sketches at the end of the month and some stuff between now and then. We’re taking a short trip again to Maine. Surely, oh surely! my mind’s eye will become interested in sketching in Maine.

Tuscany Rooflines

09-Aug-07
Tuscany Rooflines

Have you ever been to Italy? Or as some of us here in the South have been known to pronounce it, “It’ly”.

I haven’t.

My dear wife has been invited by some friends (these are friends of mine as well) to join them on a trip there in November. I will be sending her off with specific photographic assignments so that I may create some sketches upon her return.

Some day I’ll go there myself I suppose. Who knows? If I do, it will have to be with a group so that my wife can stay with them while I venture off and sit for hours sketching.

Until then, I will have to sketch from reference photos, taking little pieces of them and creating sketches of my own as I’ve done here.

You see, I like sketching architecture and scenes with interesting buildings and groupings of buildings in them. Unfortunately, where I live, there are no poppy fields or buildings that are centuries old. Thus I’m left to work from photos of such places.

My environment is Southern American Suburbia and its architecture changes in the blink of an eye it seems. Not only that, it’s all built for a temporary stay of say 50 years on this earth at most. The Omni, a sports arena built here in Atlanta, where Elvis last performed in Atlanta, lasted about 30 years and was demolished. Atlanta Fulton County Stadium, where Hank Aaron broke Babe Ruth’s home run record, lasted about 30 years and was demolished as well. Both demolished to build new sports arenas. Go figure!

Add to that the inherent “fake-ness” of the designs and building methods and you have something that makes for a “why bother” syndrome for an artist.

I’ll have to overcome that. I’ve considered simply sketching it, Suburbia that is, in all its glorious boredom and fakery, and making that a theme. I may yet do so. But for now I’m just not seeing Suburbia’s intrinsic value for the subject of a sketch, painting, or drawing.

So, here is some “It’ly” for you instead. More It’ly to come.

Valley Stream II

07-Aug-07
Valley Stream II

Just another ACEO watercolor from the imagination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Valley Stream

07-Aug-07
Valley Stream

This is an ACEO watercolor of an imaginary scene. I fancied being out West, in Yellowstone, looking for a nice trout stream to wander up and down, all geared up for catching a nice sized Rainbow or Brown.

Funny thing about me and the sporting life. Most of it I fancy, never actually participating.

The main reason for this is the time and expense required to travel to rather remote places where such endeavors are rewarded with spectacular game and fishing, expert guides, and beautiful rustic lodges where one dines and rests between outings. There are three other reasons. They are what I call “hurdles” one must overcome in order to partake in the sporting life as a lifestyle:

  • One needs a spouse that either tags along happily to the woods and remote places for these excursions, or doesn’t even exist in the first place.
  • One needs a respectable amount of gear of acceptable brand and quality (read expensive) so as not to be immediately labeled a wannabe sportsman.
  • One needs to have sufficient experience so as to be comfortable in the field and thus respectable in the minds of fellow Sportsmen.

None of these things I have…so most of the sporting life for me is fanciful daydreaming and reading the magazines of the sporting life.

You see, for one to become a true Sportsman, comfortable in the woods, hunting, fishing, shooting, and holding one’s own in story telling skills, one has to be raised in the activities, philosophies, and comradery of the sporting life. Thus it becomes a part of life such that it can’t be cast away until it is rediscovered in retirement. It is in fact, a way of life for a whole life.

Naturally, we Americans insist one can jump in at any time with practically any endeavor one chooses and fit right in…like an old timer. But one quickly learns what the term “novice” really means when jumping into the sporting life without the grounding of being raised in it. You are quickly found out no matter how much Orvis gear you are toting…no matter what your Parker double gun set you back. And as a result, you are the entertainment for the guides and other attendees of the excursion you’ve chosen. Albeit most often in a gentlemanly manner…excluding behind your back entertainment of course.

So, for me, I’ve missed out. I have no such experiences or grounding from youth. Nor do I have the formidable funds necessary for a proper adult education in becoming a respectable Sportsman this late in life.

So, I’m left only to fancy myself in the Sportsman’s world on occasion. Usually I end up painting something appropriate to give me some sense of attachment to that seemingly romantic world. It’s much safer, less expensive, and it spares me the embarrassment of hooking my own head during a cast of my fly line, or shooting the surrounding air space of a rising grouse while a bird dog looks at me with a puzzled expression. And of course, let us not forget what a curiosity one becomes when he utters absolutely no words during a lively dinner table discussion on fly tying, shot loads, double gun history, gun dog training, game tracking, wild game encounters…or whiskey preferences.

In short, it is best to paint than to make a fool of myself trying to be a Sportsman.

ACEO, River Rock

29-Apr-07
River Rock

Sometimes it’s fun to just make something up. I’ve spent a fair amount of time hiking along various rivers in North Georgia. There are always areas with steep rock banks where the river has cut through them over the centuries. This image comes from those memories.

ACEO “The Pear”

11-Apr-07
ACEO The Pear

I thought I would paint a few ACEO cards for auction at eBay.

Once again, the kitchen called my name (7-10 times a day in case you’re curious) and I found this pear sitting over in the fruit basket.

I haven’t done a lot of still lifes but this one was fun. I kept it loose and simple with a graphite sketch and then watercolor over that.

Just so you know, this is an “ACEO” which stands for “Art Cards, Editions and Originals”. They are typically tiny little paintings of just 2.5″ x 3.5″, baseball card size. The neat thing is they most often are original paintings. Such is the case with any that I do at least.

I leave an additional white border around mine so they can be easily framed. These little paintings look really nice all framed up and placed on a desk or on the wall. And of course they can be collected, which was the original intent of “ACEO” in the first place.

So, if you think you just can’t live without it, head on over to eBay by following this link and bid on it.

I’ll paint a few more over the next few weeks. The notion to paint them tends to hit me in spurts and I’m liable to paint just about anything (as usual). So watch for them if you like them.

You can see others I’ve done by clicking the “ACEO Art Cards” category over in the right sidebar category tree.