More Bitter Sweet: The Passing of a Generation

My Aunt June passed away yesterday morning......

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The Buck. Last of the series offered for sale.

The Buck
The Buck is one of the last of the deer and horse series. It was completed in 1994 and framed in a simple maple frame with a deep red/brown cherry stain. The painting was painted on Wild Cat Mountian near Front Royal Virginia and was one of the pod bucks that lived on the property of the artist's parents. At that time the artist was reusing, muslin some of which was printed on in fabric ink. This is the case of this canvas which was gessoed over by the artist then the Buck painting applied in polymer which wont chemically react to any fabric ink that might leeche through the gesso. The Canvas is 24 inches by 24 inches and is ready to hang. It is offered for sale for $800 firm plus any shipping and handling that might be incurred. If the painting must be shipped insurance is required and will also be added to the price. Contact the artist via e-mail or if you have her business card phone her.

Were some of my inspirations come from...Mom's House.

These are the trees behind my mom's house on the mountian.
Taken just a few min apart from the sun set down the drive way in the west, you can see why visiting there always inspires me. I have done hundreds of paintings from there, including my deer and horse series from the 1990s. Double click on the picture to see it bigger.

If you would like to see some of my deer and horse series paintings
click here>> Nature and Country Life. At this time all of the paintings on that page are sold and in private collections. I hope to have the Judd-Crossman gallery site linked to the www.llmartin.com site very soon. I need to up date The JCG site first and finish the www.llmartin.com site. I have a lot of new work that needs to be put up still.

My table at the River Front Christian School Bazaar on Saturday October16th. I was there at 7:30 am setting up and taking these pictures. It rained on and off but a lot of the students stopped by with parents and grandparents so I could show off their art work too. It was a great day really even though we didnt have a lot of people stop in because of the rain Im sure. 

Provocative Laughter: Little purrs now and then

These two kittens are creating a little conterversy at my mom's house.
Smudge is the one on the left andTucker the name of the little boy. Last Friday night he spent trying to pull the sheet off of me and clawed up the back of my leg.

These two were orphans and the little girl we didnt think would live. They were only three weeks old when my neice found them and phoned me telling me the mom had abandonded them. We think she was ill. I told my niece what to do and she convinced my sister to run over to*PET SMART* in Winchester, Virginia and buy formula and kitten bottels. My niece did a great job saving these kittens of course I think my two sisters helped too.

They are now ready to adopt out. I havent any Idea if it will actually happen. My sisters have been under such stress with all the changes of jobs and such that the kittens came along just in time to cheer them up. There is spontanious laughter at mom's now. Its been a long time since that has happened. this weekend when I was home I discovered that each kitten had adopted one of my sisters hahahaha and at night when its time for bed the kittens climb right in with them. It is my understanding that smudge will actually climb under the covers and put her head on the pillow. *thoughtful look* Misha used to do that when she was a kitten. In Fact Misha would get tired of waiting up for me and just put herself to bed. Amazing the first time I lost her I found her in my bed with her little furry head on the pillow and her body under the covers. hahaha ..

NewPainting! Fire Tree Ponies by L.L.Martin

I've spent a month reorganizing after taking my little siter to college. I really miss her but call her twice a week.
I'm trying to adjust to not having a tv so i started going to the library and checking out videos. There are still two tapes from the last series of "All creatures Great and Small" I havent seen. Bad timing on my part hehe.
Then someone suggested that I buy rabbit ears. Well there are only a couple of channels that I really miss since I lost my cable. PBS is one and now I get the brit coms on Saturday night and all is right with the world. (wish they would bring back "To The Manor Born"*little sigh*).. and I checked out the book: Andrew Wythe's Helga Series. I poored over it.. studied it.. did 4 watercolor paintings..not yet as good as his..and started this oil of ponies.

I cant belive I finished it in three sittings. But then horses to me are like writing my name sometimes. I dont think I got the colors right when i resized it .. but at least you all can see it. This painting is probably going to be a fundraiser donation. But there are more to come in the series of ponies and trees. If you want to see it bigger just double click the picture.

See more of Linda L. Martin's work at www.llmartin.com or see her other blog: Linda'sArt News
to view the 14 paintings of Las Lonely Girls and See her exhibition schedual for the Fall.

how come i still have ads and when do i get paid??

*glances UP at the top of page* how come i have ads at the top of my page and im not getting paid for them?? well we shall see what happens next hahaha

New Painting From Linda L. Martin

Sentinals
July 2004
Copyright2004 Linda L. Martin
Oil on Watercolor Paper

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New Painting form Linda L. Martin

Break in the Storm
July 2004
Oil on Watercolor Paper
Copyright2004 Linda L. Martin

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New Painting From Linda L. Martin

Butterfly Weed and Astors
July 2004
Copyright2004 L.L.Martin
Oil on Watercolor Paper

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Recent New Paintings

Just a little side bar on Kinkade

I happened across the transcript of the 60 mins interview with Thomas Kinkade last evening. In additon to all his other marketing skills he is trying to pass off retouched glacee' prints on canvas as original art work. Correct me if I'm wrong but doesnt original mean the frist .. from which all copies were made????

See now this is the thing that makes me mad.. and makes it hard for me to sell my work. Because people(buyers) get confused by this streatching of the truth and dont realize that they are actually buying a copy that has been painted over, not  by kinkade but by possibly and army of assistants especially trained in Kinkade's techniques. Factory painting.. combined with print making.. and each piced a unique and different piece.. though from all the same mold. This makes kinkade not an artist so much as the designer of a reproduced commoidity.

Im telling you folks.. artists better be doing what they are doing because they have something to say.. and because they just love doing it.. because the middle class art consumer is being decieved and they are just plain ignorant about what art is.. and what a print is. Who suffers for that..??? Those who think they are investing in fine art.. but are really investing in a very collectiabe copy.. and those who are making real art who cant get their price... because people dont think ther work is as good as Kinkades.

The essey stands... with the above addendum. *long sigh*

Thomas Kinkade Vs Andrew Weythe????

Oki just had to vent this out once and for all..
just click the link to read the essey:

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Perfect on July 4th: Still Life

I've started the complex frustration and prolonged agony of painting still-lives. Its a hard exercise and I balk at the thought..yet, know that it is necessiary if I am to improve and keep my landscapes and my women fresh.
 
Perfect is my sister's little black cat. She is infamous this little "Perfect" Cat. So tiny and fradgile at barely 4 lbs. She among all the mountain ferals was aloud to venture in and stay. She is infamous for eating every potted plant anyone has tried to bring into the house and for waiting for the "perfect" time to hide under my mothers bed and wait until her rebellious parakeet escaped while the family was out one day.  Alas poor "chirp" we knew him well.  I fully expected banishment.. for Perfect. Mom taught that bird a bunch of stuff besides how to escape his cage when no one was home. The sweet little bird is only a memory now and the occaional little yellow or green feather that pops up when the bed is made.
 
The vase was my grandma's. The flowers I picked on July 4th from along the drive way.. they are red clover, white queen anne' s lace and blue wild bachelor's buttons, some also call chickory. Its a tradtion I started about 18 years ago.. picking red white and blue flowers for the table on the 4th. Sometimes it was for my grandma's reddest roses to be included. This year they were so unhealthy that my sister cut them back completely. Maybe by Fall we will have them again. 
Believe me www.llmartin.com is not a dead domain link or dead site.. no matter what the danged browers say. I work on it a couple of times a week. hahaha. so check out more of Linda L. Martin's fine Oil paintings at www.llmartin.com  !!!! Yes the site is really there.

People with no asthetic depth will look at this painting and see nothing of its importance. But the more I look at its parts the more I see what I was saying and doing subconciously. i dont think this is finished yet but i probably wont work on it anymore today. Do you see the difference between the shaded side of the body and the part that is in the light... gosh look at this sweet gentle beauty of a face in the light.. she is seeming at peace.. this sweet repose.. but in the shade she has cried tears, has bitten her lip until it is brused. her arm is strong and ready to fight, her hair falls across her back is some great spun spiritual shield so none can attack her from out of the darkness... she is alluring and sensual in the light.. but that is a mistake of the eye and lustful heart.. for if you look at her shaded hand it holds gently, it comforts and steadies. the most stlized part of her skirt covers her womb a place of birth rebirth and great comfort. This great exercise in futility becomes not a stylized mismash of mediocre art, but a statement of womenhood: powerful, emotional, embracing, sexual, comforting, protecting and controlled. my selfesteem took a heavy blow this past week in the midst of all the turmiol. I was told that I was not a very good artist and that it was futile that I keep painting...a friend who turned enemy.. who thinks that the work of robert kinkade is equal to the mastery of andrew weythe (rolls eyes).. it only hurt because im always afraid down deep inside that im not good enough at what i do.. so i drive myself harder and harder... there is more to this painting.. but i wont even discuss it here. The eye .. the quick eye will see it..hahaha. oh e-mail me when you think u understand. i dont think anyone will get it. well maybe one person.(wink) 

Look at this static arm! its some sort of benigned tense, yet completely ready for action... it is like a soldjiers arm when he is at attention. The hand is almost clenched in a fist but not tightly so. it could go either way. Like a hidden tension. it is a fighting arm or a loving arm and capable of great action as well as great inaction.  

I want to scream. I want to beat my fists against this rage inside me. The injustice of fathers and sometimes mothers who beat their children into some sort of twisted submission just because they can. And these baby victems grow up to be adult disfunctional codependent abusers. its to late to take them in my arms and heart and make the pain go away. They embrace it like some wonderous comfort. its a place so familure to them that they think it is in their twisted minds, normal.I cannot fight this wave.. yet the anger builds in me because some realize they have a choice to stop the pain.. to stop spreading this twisted immoral intorralable irrational love hate control senario. And they dont even try. others are so broken in spirit, so twisted in reality they cant even beging to change with out help. I hate this painting.. well hate is a strong word. I dont hate it really.. its just not beautiful and asteticly pleaseing to me. And as I write this i suddenly understand why. Its because all I am feeling right now exploded on to the canvas. Futility is right. I can change nothing. I can change no person. I can only comfort those who are left in the wake of the devistation and pray and hope they will see the warning signs next time and flee with all thye have before next time its not treats and a beating.. but death that is the result. 

Futility...new painting

I havent painted since last wednesday. Its hard to focus when there is this undercurrent of turmoil. yesterday in brazen deturmination I decided to start this painting. As if in some obcessed frenzy I just kept at it. I havent worked this large (18" x 24") for years. I dont even know what my goal is except to get the image on the canvas a quickly as possible and paint a bright green checked top. I think the head is too big.. the forearm too static, the cloth too stylized.. and wonder of wonders do i paint a great de'clotage' or what!    view more of the fine oil paintings of Linda L. Martin on www.llmartin.com

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!

Nikki is just the coolest cat sometimes. Here he is posing for Independance Day.  

New Painting!!!

This is one of the Newest paintings and my second red-head. "Faith Thinking" In these I use green as well as violet in the skin tones for the first time. The effect of the bangs, although not done justice in this photograph" really amazed me. And I had fun with the shirt as it is a series of underpaintings that show through to make the shadowed and light places on the shirt. 

What A Girl Wants...... etc. etc.

Last night someone asked me what it was that I really wanted. I had such a hard time answering that question. You see as women we spend the majority of our lives, even the most liberated of us, putting aside what we really want to make sure the everyday effort of living allows us and those we love to survive and hopefully find happiness. In fact we bury that part of us so deeply that when asked we cant even express it.

Its such a simple question. How could I not know the answer. But I do know the answer. Deep inside I think that the one thing any woman really wants is to be cherished, to know that she is really important to one special person, that her thoughts and dreams and wishes matter. That he recognizes her desires and wants are more than whims; they are in fact necessities. And with that to be respected and truly valued. I want that.

My needs are simple .. food, security, shelter, water, art supplies, anything else I need to work with, cash to bail out my family if they need it and money left over to help who ever comes to the door and needs genuine help. I live simply, haven't bought shoes in two years, make most of my clothes or buy them at insanely reduced prices. Sometimes when money permits I allow myself the luxury of cable or I order delivery from my favorite Italian restaurant. I sometimes buy stuff for the fish or Nikki. Some months I do with out.. some months I have more than enough.

But just once in my life I wish I could have a French manicure, own a brand new really beautiful party dress, have a hair dresser give me a do and stand at the top of the stair case to have this incredible man looking up at me in a way that only men who are truly in love with women look at them.. and he meets me half way.. Takes my arm and leads me out to dance…(little sigh) its been so long since I danced with anyone, come to think of it.

People always try to put me in a box. Men, I think are the worst. They some how read things that aren't there or create things they wish were there, because the rest of the complicated feminine soul they just can't fathom. Thankfully God understands me and as I grow closer to final maturity I realize he is the only one that really matters.

All this said, and suddenly the statement I am beginning to make with Las Lonely Girls becomes more and more important to me. Women, every day women.. Not media women but real women. Not feminist either. Both groups do as much harm as they do good. And both quite often miss the point. Every day women who have hopes and dreams and desires, but who sacrifice them and put them aside to raise their children and make their marriages work or just simply stand behind a friend or boyfriend. They grasp at happiness where ever they can, in little things. In Shared history with husbands, boy friends, family, friends and community.

I think I would have loved to live a traditional life.. been a traditional wife and mother.. except for one thing.. After about 5 years of it, with the wrong man, I would have been bored and frustrated and ripe for a rebellion. There can be a lot of hurt in a rebellion.

I had a friend tell me once: "If you want to be really happy find that one thing you are really passionate about, and do it the best you can. Then follow your peace. Don't let anyone douse your passion or disturb your peace."

Everything I do in my life requires that I have peace.. that I embrace a certain amount of solitude. Anyone who loves, respects me, cherishes me, is going to protect that and respect it. They will encourage me in all my passions and revel in them. I would do no less for them.


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