RGB VS CMYK

Confused?
I was too.

Think of an oil painting and a stained glass window.
To enjoy the OIL PAINTING, light must shine from in front of the canvas.
To enjoy the STAINED GLASS, light must shine from behind the glass.

CMYK = OIL PAINTING, or printed copy you hold in your hand. Light shines in Front.

RGB = STAINED GLASS, or computer monitor and TV screens. Light shines from Behind.

Scream? Chatter oblivious? Play dead? Conjure up some adrenaline and stand?

Dreams are such strange entertainment, if not insight.

From my Sketch-Journal and Artwork-Journal

Journey (Excerpt)

Rocks fall, I am flexible. Arms give with the weight.

Walls fall. I can bend, I may break,
But roots find moist earth, and leaves feel the sun.
I grow stronger, fuller. Here is Love.

~KRG, Journey, 2000

Above art is PLAY with a combination of
photo, drawing, and photoshop

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Why have I never noticed...?
The light is not reflected. The light comes from within!

Seems to me that artists have a different kind of courage. With each work a journey begins, never knowing for sure where the journey will end.

Following are a couple of older illustrations.

"A Blessing Given is a Blessing Received"

"It was the Zinnia blooms that lured him up, then over.
Two insecure but determined steps before he plopped down on his padded seat.
Consumed with the flower, he didn't realize he had just taken his first steps."

"Art is...like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness." --Robert Henri

Work in process

I'm working in pastel this time.
I started with a magenta pastel wash as an under-layer for vibrancy, and used Prussian blue for the blacks on the butterfly as a base color to obtain a rich black.
I moved on to the flowers after testing the black over the Prussian blue (just to be sure I was getting the desired effect), and will save the black as a final touch. Having just finished a scumble layer over the flowers, I will add more detail to the flowers after developing the background.

Today I celebrate Fathers Day, so I will resume working on this piece Monday.

A tidbit I learned this morning. This is the 100 year anniversary of the celebration of Fathers Day.

Remembering dad this morning ...

and honoring the "Sense of Wonder" he brought to my life.

Excerpt from my journal, January 8, 2005:
Dad visited me in my dreams last night.
I asked him, "May I hold your hand for just a minute?"
He said, "What is it with this minute stuff?
How about for all times?"

"Find your joy, Kim. ... Find your passion, find your joy."

As a flight instructor and fixed base operator,
flight was a daily activity in Dad's life.
Surely the view from up above nourished his sense of wonder,
but that delight in life would have been present
no matter how he earned his living.
...I feel blessed to call him dad!
Happy Father's Day Dad.

Rooted Angels - From my "Sketch-Journal"

In the light from the street lamp, dewy leaves sparkled with life,

and Each Leaf Wore an Angel, Singing....

Compassion is rooted in Honesty,
Honesty rooted in Self Worth,
Self Worth rooted in God.

~KRG, Journey, 2000