Above is a series of photos documenting a recent portrait study. . I thought it would be interesting to show what work and planning goes on before starting a full sized formal portrait. In this study I am working out the color placement and composition. if this does not work, then I would produce alternate studies to choose from.
At this stage I am not doing much detail. I did get feedback from the subject of this particular piece and they actually preferred the level of detail in the study as opposed to having the look of a more “worked” formal portrait. As with anything, you have to know when to quit and call it done.
I’ve known and exhibited in the same circles as Barbara since we met in 2006, in a writer’s group no less. Once things get back to some semblance of normalcy, Barbara and I will be co-exhibiting a show of water color dogs by her and acrylic cats by me. ~Matt Snyder
Pennsylvania artist, Barbara Hughes, lives and paints in the beautiful surroundings of the Lehigh Valley. Barbara graduated with a degree in art from Moravian College in Bethlehem, Pa. and has continued her interest in figurative drawing and painting into her retirement years. She is a member of The Portrait Society of America and The Maryland Society of Portrait Painters. Her portfolio can be found at BarbaraHughesFineArt.com
Prasna is an IT professional by day and self-taught artist, traveler and blogger by choice. Through her blog https://art2peace.wordpress.com/ she tries to create her own small world by sharing all her adventures, random thoughts and her art.
Joy is 15 years old and lives in California. She has four pet rabbits, Douglas, Cupid, Nuts, and Chews, who inspire her to draw comics about them. What Joy loves most about drawing comics is that she can make people smile. In her spare time, Joy enjoys painting, dancing (in her bedroom where no one can see her), and playing guitar.
“Joy manages to bring a bit of joy (pun intended) into my life with her whimsical rabbit tales.”
Joni Caggiano is a self-published author of the book, “The Path Toward the Light.” Her blog is the-inner-child.com, where she has published many poems, photography, and short stories. Her blog is an effort to give back as a survivor as an Adult Child of Alcoholics and to also write about things she feels matter in this world we live in today. She started writing songs and poetry at the age of thirteen and have been writing ever since.
“This photo might not be perfect – it was taken from the inside of a bus in movement – but it is meaningful: it is my last image of Porto, when I left the city last 16th March to return to Lisbon, my hometown, and spend this period of confinement. After a few months traveling around Germany and Poland, Ukraine and Romania, I returned to Portugal and decided to take some time in Porto. My idea was to discover the north of Portugal and Spain and collect info about Porto for a future ebook that I’m working on. In this photo there’s a beautiful sunset but what I appreciate the most is the cloud. It’s kind of enigmatic and, I believe, a great metaphor for these days.
He plays the trumpet brilliantly on the corner of Grand and Victoria. He doesn’t look like he’s from this era. He’s impeccably dressed, from his crisply fitting suit to his smooth fedora hat. There aren’t many folks that can pull that off. He’s cooler than the freezer aisle on a sweltering summer day. He performs the type of yearning melodies that give you the goosebumps. I’ve never seen anyone put any money into his basket.
There’s a formidable stone house that sits atop Fairmount Hill. It’s been for sale for as long as I can remember. The crooked post sinks deeper into the soil with each passing year. It isn’t a place to live in. It’s a place to dwell in. There’s a dusty rocking chair on the front porch. It’s always rocking. Always rocking. I’m not sure if the chair is occupied by an old soul or if it’s just the wind. Maybe it’s both. I guess the wind is an old soul.
This town is full of posters for Missing Cats. There’s one for a sweet, fluffy Maine Coon named “Bear.” He’s been gone for a while now. I’ve searched through every alleyway, under every porch, and inside of every bush for him. Sometimes I think I see him out of the corner of my eye. But then he’s not there. The rain has pretty much washed away the tattered posters. If he ever turns up, I worry that the posters will be missing.
I met the love of my life in Irvine Park, near the gloriously spouting water fountain, beneath the serene umbrella of oak trees. We spent a small piece of eternity there together. We talked about whether or not the world was coming to an end soon, and if all of our memories will be diminished along with it. After we said our goodbyes and she walked off into the distance, I never saw her again. So I left my heart in Irvine Park.
Zach Murphy is a Hawaii-born writer with a background in cinema. His stories have appeared in Peculiars Magazine, Ellipsis Zine, Emerge Literary Journal, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Ghost City Review, Lotus-eater, Crêpe & Penn, WINK, Drunk Monkeys, and Fat Cat Magazine. He lives with his wonderful wife Kelly in St. Paul, Minnesota
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Tiffany Arp-Daleo is an abstract artist working primarily in acrylics and mixed media. Tiffany paints intuitively and trusts her instincts to guide her creativity. Her paintings will catch your eye with bold contrasts, gobs of rich color, and layers of texture.
Themain influences in Tiffany’s artwork are music and life experience.When she isn’t painting, she likes to attend concerts, mingling with other artists and creatives in search of new inspiration. Something that must’ve been quite a challenge during our global pandemic, but her work is continuing to thrive.
Tiffany loves to explore all things creative; writing, drawing, painting, pyrography, jewelry making, working with polymer clay and ceramics. All her creations are original, derived from the heart, and born out of a need to consistently create and to explore possibilities.
I met a stranger on the road, the road that reads “lonely souls”.
The mind gave me a thousand reasons why, not to pay him heed and simply pass him by.
Yet the heart reached out and so the words, made him stop and started to converse.
Walking , talking we both were lost, in voicing everything inside that was locked.
The baggage that we carried was dumped, the unnecessary, suffocating shield was crushed.
After some time the road got diverged, we were surprised as this was unheard.
The road is straight was what we knew, and so we found that it was untrue. Having no choice we had to choose a lane, we both chose different and thus parted ways.
I left a stranger on the road, the road that reads “Happy Souls”.
Arushi Singh is pursuing a Bachelor of Science (honors) in Nursing from All India Institute of Medical Sciences(AIIMS), Rishikesh and distinguishes as an avid reader and a novice writer, wanting to learn and further explore the field of literature and creativity.