2020 Personal Art Show and Sale

Hi to all my clients, collectors and friends,

I have been thinking for a while about how I could host my 5th Annual Art Show and Sale at Associates in Dermatology this November. Unfortunately, COVID restrictions/rules for any event, but especially for one at a medical office are just not conducive to an enjoyable event. I am, therefore, reluctantly postponing the Art Show to a (hopefully) more relaxed time in the spring of 2021.

The good news is that during this fall and holiday season I am more than happy to work with anyone who would like to make an appointment to meet me at the office after hours (including weekends) to preview/purchase art that I have for sale. 

As you know, this is my only sales event and I would enjoy meeting you on a more personal level than my yearly art show allows.

My website will continue to include new work, and be sure to check out my blog while you’re there.

You can always contact me directly online as well as text or call me at 757-846-3650.

Midnight and Going Strong 20x16 for personal art show

Visit Smithfield Art Center Show through October

Smithfield Art Center Show through October

It’s been going on for a bit, but I wanted to let you know I’ve got When the Improbable Happens displayed in the lovely Smithfield Art Center Show through October. This is the same painting that I did for the Richmond Art Works and shared with you in an earlier blog.

Take a stroll through the quaint town of Smithfield and stop by the Art Center (319 Main St., Smithfield, Virginia). There are many amazing artists displaying at the Art Center as well as many who produce their work there.

For a fun Saturday morning, you may also enjoy the Smithfield Farmer’s Market just up the street. They offer fresh produce, meats, meals, and a vendors of all sorts from honey to quilts.

Still Going Strong Or Equal Time

After all these years of thinking about a comic strip or cartoon panel I am finally going to do it. In the 1980’s, my family included young teens and I have dozens of ideas I kept in a folder. But before the internet one had to sign on with a syndicate.

At that time working at the Daily Press newspaper as an illustrator and raising 2 kids was all I could handle. Several years later For Better or Worse beat me to it.

Fast forward to 2020 and the teens are still teens, but now they are my grandkids. And yes, internet and social media has changed the world, but people have not changed that much. I’m thinking with a little updating my originals are still relevant.

What has changed is that the only group left that one can still make fun of any more are older people. They, we, can still be degraded, or even thought of as children.

Which leaves a void.

I don’t feel dumb, stupid, or irrelevant.

I am still active as are my friends.

Perhaps it is time for me to put on my thinking cap and create my own version of life in the 20’s. It will be multi-generational and include people with disabilities. And I also hope that if it is not ha ha funny that it will at least provoke some thought.

Keep your eye out on my website and my Facebook page and if you feel so inclined share my work with your friends and ask them to share as well.

Now all I need is a title. I’m open to suggestions.

And here are few of my past ideas … Enjoy!

Baby Cartoon Wedding Cartoon

How My Dance Series Started

Among most couples I believe one is a dance lover and the other, well, not so much a dance lover. I would bet the former is female. My husband, Luke, could have, with no intention to do bodily harm, broken every toe on my feet in an effort to make me happy on the dance floor. So I finally had him begrudgingly sign up with me for private ballroom dance lessons.
For three years we learned everything from the jitterbug to the tango.  We attended exhibitions and dance socials. We danced and danced.  We got to be pretty good before we moved on to learning tai chi and then yoga.

The movement of the dancers was of great interest to Gloria, the painter.  Here my dance series started.  Once I learned the correct posture, forms, and positions of the typical dancers, it was not much of a stretch to render them on paper and canvas. Gown colors were interchangeable as were the fore and backgrounds. Who knew that the waltz could be performed on the edges of cliffs that dropped off into raging Maine rocky coastlines. Or fluttered on hilltops in the spring.  Or shimmied in the shallow shorelines of the mid Atlantic. All in elegant flowing colors – especially a touch of red.

The painting style for my dance pieces ranged from fairly static in my early work to a much more abstract looseness as I got more comfortable. The evolution in style mirrored our growing comfort on the dance floor itself.  Funny how my paintings can be so similar to our real life.
When I began my dance series, I thought I would enjoy the movement and the color and maybe some folks would find them agreeable. I had no clue there were so many romantic art collectors out there! Trouble is they still want them, but I am no longer inspired!
Dance Studio 22.5x30 - My Dance Series Started

Ramblings on Been There Done That

I have recently been working on the fifth iteration of a painting that has never been to my liking. I would show the progression to you from the first to the last evolution, but I am afraid that I would be embarrassed if I see the first couple tries were much better than the last. It has happened before. 

I get into these situations because I have not really done my homework. Just because I have reached a comfort zone in any of the many themes I have explored, does not mean that I will continue to be able to achieve the same emotional involvement I used to have.

Comfort zones involve the ability to do anything, not just painting, with less physical and mental effort.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean the quality of the work continues to meet my personal expectations.

We are not talking simply experience levels.  Creativity is different. If I intend to continue to paint a theme, I know I must change something. Change could involve my approach, my technique, maybe my canvas size, maybe even changing the medium.

But you all know what happens. By the time the public catches up with you, and trust me that takes a while and lots of pieces of art, boredom has already set in. The series continues in its same way because of many factors including (and quite high on the list), the ability to sell those works or to win awards with them.

I cannot criticize those artists who have to sell their work in order to continue to paint and make a living doing so. I have been there.

The problem – boring repetition, same ole color palettes, even same sizes all leads to worrying that you will never again do anything new and exciting. You remember how great it felt even when you were stumbling around learning how to paint. Then embarking on a newer series and seeing that evolve. Then after many years it seems the excitement well dries up.

People suggest changing media- try oils or go back to watercolor or what about ceramics, clay, 3D and sometimes it works for a little while. Great artists do it. Paul Simon cut Songs of the Capeman, Neil Diamond The Jazz Singer, McCartney an Oratorio.

I created a small 3D shoe series, some black and white paintings, and a few collages using computer parts. I will publish my cartoon series called Equal Time. I am now blogging as well (as you are now reading).

But there is a part of me that feels that there is something else -a painting something else- out there that I am meant to do. The activist in me wants to make a social or environmental statement, but my skin is too thin. So I hold back.

Well, take these thoughts and we can all stick them where the sun don’t shine. However, something positive is bound to happen. I have to make it happen. So l will persist. Stay tuned for how that something might happen. 

Not my mother's shoes

Midsummer Dream Opening – When the Improbable Happens

Art Works Opening

320 Hull St
Richmond, VA

Opening of Midsummer Dream
Friday, June 26, 2020
6-7 pm and 7-8 pm (each small reception is limited to 50 people.  To attend, please register at ART WORKS )

An Improbable Art Show

Usually an artist becomes aware of a forthcoming show and peruses the prospectus to see if the show suits.  In my case I want to know

  • the theme,
  • the dimensions of the art,
  • where it is located (i.e. is it a long drive or local),
  • what does it cost,
  • Will you be accepted after you have spent time and money entering? Shipping is expensive. Is it worth it?
  • Will people in your demographic see it and
  • might it lead to future opportunities.

During this time in the world of the coronavirus, galleries were forced to close and many chose to hold exhibits online. Not a great idea for many artists, but at least the online exhibit is an opportunity to display their work.

So last week I happened on a show in Richmond that was going to display real paintings and after reading the prospectus decided that the whole of their theme of where have I been, where am I, where am I going could be interpreted as We rather than I. For those that know me, you will remember I was an activist for women back in the beginning of the women’s movement. So a painting that reflected our journey held interest for me.

The show’s deadline was the day I found out about it so I needed to do something quickly. I had about 3 hours and in that time decided on a subject, painted it, photographed it, and submitted it. I used to be a newspaper illustrator and worked on similar deadlines, but never on a 30×30 inch canvas. I should have titled it “She Persisted.”

For anyone who might not understand the elements in this busy painting, on the left are 2 suffragettes based on old photos that I googled for their dresses and hats. On the right is an interpretation of women marching on 2020 or in my case 2019. In the middle is the first woman president. So there it is “When the Improbable Happens.”

When the Improbably Happens

Town Center City Club Show and Sale

If you’re ready to get out and see some art (while safely social distancing), come see beautiful art by award winning artist at the Town Center City Club Show and Sale.  Here is the scoop:

When: Friday, June 26. 2020

Time: 6:00pm – 8:30pm

Where: Town Center City Club
222 Central Park Ave #230, Virginia Beach, VA 23462
(Second Floor South of Aramada Hoffler Building)

For more info: Jan Digiovanni (757) 241-0666

Town Center City Club Show and Sale

My Courtroom Art

Defendant in courtoom art

Courtroom art is not for the faint of heart.

The court room artist sits cheek to cheek with other voyeurs on a hard wood bench trying to capture likenesses and actions of the participants in real life morality plays called trials. There are incredible consequences for the defendants as well as their family and friends who, while absorbed in the proceedings, cannot help but rubberneck your work.
It is quiet enough to hear a pin drop while the air in the room actually feels tense with human drama. (A respected national artist who used markers elicited groans from the court staff because of the squeak-squeek of the markers on paper).
Most artists have the luxury of a studio area complete with the tools of the trade close at hand, their personal choice of music, the ability to put your brush into the water bucket and get a cup of coffee or taking a break, all their reference material nearby, and best of all no deadline that is mere hours away including transportation.
The courtroom artist generally works in black and white on medium-sized sketchpads.  During a break they may run to their diy office in the closest restroom to quickly apply watercolor pigments if that is in the assignment. The pressure to create a piece of art that will not appear to be done by a 5 year old is intense.
I was a courtroom artist for several years.  I wielded my art whenever there was a particularly gory case being tried in a venue in which cameras were not allowed. Think dismemberment or other inhuman forms of human behavior. Or spy trials like the Walker family. Or big money and well known community figures. Human interest in the vein of if it bleeds it leads.
Getting a court assignment was always a challenge and many times a panicky challenge. Every time was like the first performance of an actor in front of a paying audience. Can I do a good job? Will my seat let me see the main players:  defendants, defense, prosecutor, jury? 
Judge in courtroom featured in courtroom art
The judge was easy.  The judge always faces the crowd from an elevated position.
While you are considering who could do this awful thing to somebody else, you also have to concentrate on making that nose long enough but not too long.
Lawyers and judge

Getting the painting job done.

I learned a few interesting things to help me do my job. The most important one was that everyone tends to revert back to their common positions. Lawyers especially. If the lawyer stood with both arms folded and then they turned to address the jury or acknowledge the defendant, they would inevitably return to the folded arm position. Thus as an artist I would start a very quick sketch and when they changed positions flipped my page and start the next one and then flip back when they came back to the first position. That resulted in many starts on many pieces of sketch pad paper. When I finished for the day, I would choose the sketch that I felt was the best of many.
Last year a young filmmaker visited my studio.  He seemed to think we could work together on a project and consequently my art is in the “Innocence Files” (you can find the series on Netflix).  They asked if I thought I could possibly produce courtroom art that would look as if I were in the courtroom at the time of trial. I would use photos they would provide.  Of course I always rise to a challenge and said, “Yes.”
The reference material could not have been more difficult to work with. The little girl who points out a suspect in the courtroom is from a photo of an extremely sweet little girl in her backyard. The dates of the trials were near 30 years old and the pictures of the varying actors were from varying dates. The actual court rooms were seen through doors with windows.
I have never been more inventive in trying to produce an actual scene in my life. I did the best I could and I hope the results were OK. I felt that if I could do this assignment, then frankly, I could do anything.  Okay, anything except conjure up mechanical or technological images. I just don’t do things geometric or shiny. In retrospect, drawing images from the description of witnesses or victims of crimes came pretty darn close. But they had to relive horrible events and I merely had to interpret them into someone that could be recognized. Which did happen.
Witness in Courtroom

How My Music Series Started

Now that the novelty of staying at home has worn off, I can honestly say screw cleaning and organizing! Even the idea that I will actually do any of it, including cooking from scratch, is gone. So I may as well just sit in the sun, read, and blog.

Life in the time of Corona Virus comes close to what I imagined life in a retirement village without the socializing might be like.

I wake up late, have breakfast, read the newspaper, and amazingly it is almost lunch.

I don’t have to run errands. In fact I am told not to by authorities and family – although I have joined the masked brigade at Costco.

Maybe now is a great time to tell you how I started my music series.

Letting Loose Jazz After Midnight 36x48 from my Music Series

Letting Loose Jazz After Midnight 36×48

For years I dabbled in watercolor and my subjects were from my environment. I took a class while Luke was at Duke University. There I learned the variety of colors and tones I could make from French Ultramarine Blue and Burnt Umber to Payne’s Gray. I painted boats, barns, beaches, etc. That worked for a while. As did all my drawings for the Daily Press. A subject for another time.

Then I launched into acrylics because I was too impulsive to plan my moves to achieve my painting goals. Besides oils messed with my asthma. With acrylics, I enjoyed the freedom of being able to paint and repaint and scratch out and gesso over.

It was the 1980’s and I had campaigned for women’s issues. This led me to think about doing art related to women of accomplishment.

But who to paint.

I didn’t personally know anyone outside the newspaper industry. I finally decided on JoAnn Falletta, music director for the Virginia Symphony. I knew about her and how well-liked and well-respected she was (and still is today!).

So how difficult could it be to ask her if she would be my first subject. A lot. Well it was difficult to even get in touch with her. I left messages at her office that were never answered but I persisted.

Eventually one evening I got a call from Long Beach, California and it was JoAnn on the line. I tried to impress her with my art credentials and I guess I did not appear to be a total deviant. She invited me to take photos of the Virginia Symphony Orchestra onstage at the Chrysler while they rehearsed the Buckner Fourth. No flash of course. This predated the ease of the iPhone camera so I tried to be unobtrusive with my non-digital, old school film Nikon.

Not so easy when I really wanted to be a part of the orchestra. Even behind the violins, crouching on the floor,I just wanted to do nothing but be a voyeur. But I had a self-assigned job; To capture a diminutive conductor guiding a hundred instruments played by a hundred professional musicians.

And me with a film shutter speed of 400 using only available light so I could not freeze frame. When JoAnn waved her baton the camera captured the motion, the sweep of the baton through space.

When I finally developed the film I saw photo after photo of blurs and darkness. Very little detail and little to work with or so I thought. However the loss of the crutch of detail forced me to use whatever my imagination could generate to fill in the blanks.

Motion became my signature.

Joann ConductsAction and emotion grew more important than defining my subject.

My work with VSO lasted several years. My series began and ended with Ms. Falletta. But it was my start. I carried the blurriness of motion into other subjects including other musical forms like jazz and bluegrass, and then sports, and people in the street. Even now when I find myself leaning towards harder-edged realism I look back at those early paintings and tell myself that just because one learns how to technically achieve painting realism, maybe it should not be one’s ultimate goal.

Such a Time as This

I assume like us you are at home.

I accessed a global virtual site and traveled virtually to London and Paris and the streets were filled with tourists and city sounds. Of course the tours predated 2020.

Then I checked webcams in different locations today and feel like I am living in an episode of Twilight Zone. The beaches are empty. The streets also. Times Square! Rod Sterling at his best would not have written a more bizarre scenario.

Just as I thought I could not emotionally stand any more politics, garden variety election year politics has been replaced by life and death issues-people sick and dying, joblessness, mental breakdowns, shut down businesses- all with no end in sight. Alcohol flowing quite well.

There is a personal bright side. I have my husband -and best friend- with me in our stay at home life. At least we have a gorgeous view and as of yesterday a new firepit on our deck. The great blue heron continue to fly back and forth over the marsh and our bird feeders attract an incredible variety of birds including bluebirds.

Nobody uses the “busy” excuse anymore.

My grandkids are communicating by text. I am talking more with friends from all over. I am cooking a lot (but then again I am a foodie and have always cooked) And so long as the entire world does not try to watch Netflix at the same time, I can binge watch come of my favorite shows.

On the other hand while I do have time, I have not even started my project of using more social media to showcase my art. However working on going through my photos  is just not on my real to do list. In fact I am avoiding reorganizing and deleting my 17000 photo images. Sigh.

I have done several cartoons that you can see on my Gloria Coker Fine Art Facebook. But my followers though loyal have not shared their enthusiasm. (That is a little joke) But I will persist.

Eventually this will end. Then we can figure out what permanent changes we will face. We won’t go back to business as usual. I hope many changes will be for the better, but we shall see.

In case you missed them, click on the cartoons below to see each one full sized.  Enjoy!!

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