by cheri sabraw
I paint from photography in an effort to capture the essence of the photo and to enjoy myself, my mind far from the stresses of life.
In the case of these two paintings, done at the request of my two granddaughters, I learned how difficult it is to replicate a kitten’s nose or a dog’s tongue. I am humbled (sniff, sniff, lick, lick).
Saliva on coal-black lips, the tenuous and translucent nature of butterfly wings,the marble orbs of a rabbit and the soft pink spot in a kitten’s ear–all call into question the artist’s ability to paint what she sees and to see what she paints.
And in the process, I have begun to scrutinize animals’ noses and tongues.
And then there’s the technical challenge of shadows, textured grasses, worn fence posts, small trees and tiny steers on Highway 25, east of King City, CA. A blue sky? How to do it? Cerulean blue?
Now, as I make my way down our long and barbed-wired fenced road– the spikes and dips, iron wrinkles and old posts, who gather the iron in their arms and pull them tight–they speak to me and beckon a painting.
And what about heading west toward the town of Tehachapi at dusk, following a convoy of trucks on its way to the Coast.
A fiery orange sky, a silvery reflection, black pavement disciplined with bright lines of demarcation that remind the weary driver to stay in his lane.