Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Friday, July 15, 2011
New Drawings
18 in. x 24 in.
detail
Having only a point at the end of my finger, the composition tends to lack geometry, something that design craves. So the circle, oval, horizontal and diagonal become desirable during the process. When they appear they are preserved while remaining subtle, not dominant. Both time and a certain depth add to content. It’s an interplay between the visual and mental realm.
Using a spiral bound sketch book I first tore out a square to write a note to myself. This missing section became a window to the next page. Each drawing has a little section removed to reveal the sheet beneath. In this way they are linked and the missing piece is invisible until the drawing is lifted up and the page turned.
Here the pencil guides the mind. This is a game of construction from gestures. The pencil point is the only tool besides the sharpener. Our visual world is fascinatingly complex. The strategy is originality while subverting the urge to label visual content.
Using a spiral bound sketch book I first tore out a square to write a note to myself. This missing section became a window to the next page. Each drawing has a little section removed to reveal the sheet beneath. In this way they are linked and the missing piece is invisible until the drawing is lifted up and the page turned.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Castleberry Studio restored


It's fun to dig out old photos, scan the print and restore it with a computer.
In 1985 I was living in Cumming, Georgia and building a painting studio. Our daughter, Katherine, was on the way and there was a rush to set up a place to work. I built it out of rough sawn pine from a small local mill. The lumber was fresh and heavy but low cost. I attached it to an old aviary shed that came with the property.
These photos were pock marked with white specs of dust and tiny hairs. One was originally a Polaroid print, which has no negative. It is remarkable how one can balance the colors, bring detail back to the shadows and sharpen the features.
I never did finish the building with glass windows. It stayed dry and was fine with a little heater in winter. There was excellent light from a clerestory above and I made some things I really liked there. I call it the Castleberry Studio.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Visit to Gainesville, Georgia
A significant amount of my art work is in the collection of The Arts Council at the Smithgall Arts Center in Gainesville, Georgia. I had not seen much of the works on paper since 1986. Among the drawings, prints and watercolors are two lithographs I did when I was 19. Gladys Wyant graciously invited me back to Gainesville for a chance to go through the print drawers. It was intriguing to see things I had made in New York , Germany and my studio on the Neely Farm in Norcross, Georgia. I made a lot of spirals in those days.
Bob Bowden had donated all of these and several large canvases that he bought from me back then. Bob's generosity was widely admired and I was fortunate to benefit from it. Sadly, Bob passed away in 2009 but I had the surprise pleasure of a visit with Shirley Bowden, his wife. Her charm and warmth gave me that rare pleasure of catching up with a friend from the past. Shirley's stories filled in the last few years of their art collecting adventures.
I was able to lay out the pictures across a large conference table and privately take the time to sort out and examine them. One day was not enough. It was the kind of work done by curators and archivists, comparing subjects and recording titles and dates. It was a good day.
Bob Bowden had donated all of these and several large canvases that he bought from me back then. Bob's generosity was widely admired and I was fortunate to benefit from it. Sadly, Bob passed away in 2009 but I had the surprise pleasure of a visit with Shirley Bowden, his wife. Her charm and warmth gave me that rare pleasure of catching up with a friend from the past. Shirley's stories filled in the last few years of their art collecting adventures.
I was able to lay out the pictures across a large conference table and privately take the time to sort out and examine them. One day was not enough. It was the kind of work done by curators and archivists, comparing subjects and recording titles and dates. It was a good day.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Dali in Atlanta


Here's Ken outside the High Museum in Atlanta along Peachtree Street.
The High Museum is featuring an exhibit of Salvador Dali's paintings. My friend Ken and I took in the show recently. I brought with me a certain disdain for Dali as a self promoter. I was quickly impressed by the man's skill, intellect and hard work. He was clearly a master whose paintings challenge your visual perception with their scale, detail and bizarre subjects. Ken's son, Will, put it most simply, "weird!".
There were two documentary films featured in the exhibit which I had not seen before. I listened to him narrate a "happening" which featured a pig sty and female model while he directed a small crew in a TV studio. It gave me a better understanding of his thinking and the term, "Dada". He had a wonderful accent speaking English. If you follow along you hear him rattle off directions and nonsense that becomes a kind of "blah, blah, blah". That is until you pick up a few more words. He brings you back to a sudden understanding of his idea. He entices you in, lulls you with run-on sentences, then snaps you back to attention. He was very amusing.
There is also a scene or photo I recall where he kissed Andy Warhol. This section of the exhibit labeled him a favorite of the "jet set". I came out of it with a genuine admiration and affection for the man and his art.
Returning home to St. Augustine I found a postcard on my office wall with a Dali painting. I had forgotten it was there. Its not featured in the exhibit. I have it because of the bicycles.
There were two documentary films featured in the exhibit which I had not seen before. I listened to him narrate a "happening" which featured a pig sty and female model while he directed a small crew in a TV studio. It gave me a better understanding of his thinking and the term, "Dada". He had a wonderful accent speaking English. If you follow along you hear him rattle off directions and nonsense that becomes a kind of "blah, blah, blah". That is until you pick up a few more words. He brings you back to a sudden understanding of his idea. He entices you in, lulls you with run-on sentences, then snaps you back to attention. He was very amusing.
There is also a scene or photo I recall where he kissed Andy Warhol. This section of the exhibit labeled him a favorite of the "jet set". I came out of it with a genuine admiration and affection for the man and his art.
Returning home to St. Augustine I found a postcard on my office wall with a Dali painting. I had forgotten it was there. Its not featured in the exhibit. I have it because of the bicycles.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Art Walk Jacksonville

The Jacksonville Art Walk is held each first Wednesday evening of the month. Registration is free once an artist is approved and space is available in Hemmings Park right across the street from the Museum of Contemporary Art and the Downtown Library.
I took the time to prepare an exhibit of my prints for the September Art Walk. My focus was to promote online print sales which feature images based on my paintings on canvas and recent paintings with a computer. I am very pleased with the quality of the printing and brilliance of the inks on paper. These prints were framed and matted examples with complex designs, subtle colors with intense brush work. My web site, http://michael-velkovich.artistwebsites.com, does a good job of displaying the image with a special magnifier to zoom in on the details of texture and brush strokes.
Space is limited in this setting and it is a challenge to produce a display that must be very portable and quick to assemble and take down. It all has to fit inside an SUV! I was thinking of all the trade show designs I had seen. Inside the pop-up display tent you might notice projected animations of my paintings. These were like time lapse recordings of the drawing and painting process. The coated cloth inside the "big top" served as the silver movie screen. As it got darker the animations could be seen through the fabric from a distance.
Carolyne could see that the crowd flow was behind us. We quickly reversed the entire display to take advantage. I hadn't done a sidewalk show in decades but the location encouraged me to try it this time. I captured some photos of our visitors and folks in the park but I wouldn't post them without their permission. People were very nice and took interest in the pictures as they enjoyed their evening walk. Heavy rain spoiled the ending as we hustled to pack up and protect the pictures.
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