Kinda scary - never shown some of these to anybody

smokeitall · October 28, 2009, 01:23:15 PM

I'm with Car54 I can barely draw a stick figure, those out great, very nice job. Thank you for sharing.
SIA

Hopefull Romantic · October 28, 2009, 03:20:24 PM

CS would you be willing to part with and sell the west texas mountins and the tiger paintings.

HR

LindaCC · October 28, 2009, 03:25:51 PM

I love them!! My favorites are Tweety Birds and Golden Eagle.

Wildcat · October 28, 2009, 04:57:18 PM

Very nice! Perhaps you should consider offering some of them to the Vice President for HIS office. ;D

HawkeyeSmokes · October 28, 2009, 05:11:07 PM

Very nice Caney. That is true art in my eyes.

joerom · October 28, 2009, 07:06:46 PM

Very well done!
Joe.

standles · October 29, 2009, 04:01:15 PM

WOW

I would almost kill to be able to draw/paint like that.

I have all these beautiful images in my mind but I can't share them because I am stupid on the art side. ;D

Keep going and I would suggest putting them online and sell some prints to make a little extra $$

Steven

Ka Honu · October 29, 2009, 04:35:48 PM

Quote from: standles on October 29, 2009, 04:01:15 PMI would almost kill to be able to draw/paint like that.

Probably ain't gonna happen (at least it never did for me) but if you're "right-brained" (like most guys) and want to learn some basic drawing skills, there's a great book called "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain." Check it out.

There's also a new version I haven't seen so can't comment on that.

Caribou · October 29, 2009, 05:18:09 PM

Great paintings Caney!
I esp. love the grouper eye because it is real and abstract all at the same time :)
I enjoy painting in WC, too. It's fun because it's kind of a wild medium that you have to contain and it cleans up easier than oils. :D
Keep up the great work!
Carolyn

car54 · October 29, 2009, 06:07:57 PM

Caney,

Here are lyrics from a favorite Harry Chapin song. Your art is good and nothing to be ashamed of. This song seems fitting.

Mr. Tanner
by Harry Chapin

Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest.
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best.
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes.
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.

But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

His friends kept working on him to try music out full time.
A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.
Finally they got to him, he would take the fling.
A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing.
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall.
It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all.

But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile.
And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle.
But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause.
He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws.
But the critics were concise, it only took four lines.
But no one could accuse them of being over kind.

(spoken) Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his
Town Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately
his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards.
His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it
consistently interesting.
(sung) Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.

He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends.
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

Brad

standles · October 29, 2009, 06:40:57 PM

LOL I actually won that book in a radio contest once. I failed the book >:(

Quote from: Ka Honu on October 29, 2009, 04:35:48 PM
Quote from: standles on October 29, 2009, 04:01:15 PMI would almost kill to be able to draw/paint like that.

Probably ain't gonna happen (at least it never did for me) but if you're "right-brained" (like most guys) and want to learn some basic drawing skills, there's a great book called "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain." Check it out.

There's also a new version I haven't seen so can't comment on that.