Daily Painting by Karen Sempsrott

Danny-G In Progress

2009-01-28T00:09:00.002-05:00

Cold Work in Progress

2009-01-24T22:43:00.005-05:00

Still trying to figure out the best way to video a painting in progress.

Cold Work

2009-01-24T17:46:00.002-05:00

Finished painting "Cold Work". This is a painting from a photo I took of a guy working down in the street outside of my office window.

(5"x7" oil on panel)

Street Life (finished)

2009-01-05T19:52:00.005-05:00

Finished, except for the signature, and the notes on the back. Often I write notes on the back of paintings. So, when it dries a little more, I'll sign and note it. (I spent approx. 20 more minutes on it tonight.)

Street Life

2009-01-04T01:30:00.006-05:00

Okay. I've caught up with last year's painting total. I painted this today, actually yesterday, since it's 1:30 am as I write this. I decided to film this painting. After viewing this, I wish I had realized my head would be popping into the screen so much. I would have combed my hair after my mid-afternoon nap. Ha!
I painted this from a photo I took of a guy warming up in the Canticle Cafe, on the corner of Liberty and Vine, in the Over-the-Rhine neighborhood of Cincinnati. It's a 5"x7" oil on panel. I'm going to work on it a little more tomorrow (or should I say today?). My tape was one hour, so I quit painting when the recording stopped. I think I'll need still 30 minutes or so to bring the painting to a finish.
So here's a much edited version of the video.

I'm Back

2009-01-01T17:15:00.007-05:00

(Block-in of T-Blue)

It's been awhile, but I'm back. In 2008 I painted a total of 2 paintings. The sad thing is, I can only remember what one of the paintings was. All day I've tried to remember what the second painting was. Oh well. I'm not planning to post a daily painting, but I am planning to paint daily or as close to that as I am able in 2009.

Today I did a head study of a young man who worked in the book department of the company where I work. His name is Tyler Blue. Below is the completed head study. (After taking photos, I suddenly remembered how much I hate photographing wet paintings. Glare after glare after glare. UGH! With this in mind, I may not be posting many paintings. It actually me longer to take the photos and post this than it did to paint the painting.)

P.S. another New Year's resolution is to not complain so much.

DEATH IN THE FAMILY

2006-11-12T15:25:00.000-05:00

CHELSEA

1989-2006

Chelsea died today. At 1:10 p.m. she gasped for a breath, about 1 minute later she gasped again. She repeated this 2 more times and then she was gone.

I wanted to post this photo, because I always said, with Chelsea, it's all about attitude. She never had any problem letting me know exactly how she felt about anything.

I'll miss her (and her annoying little ways). She was a good little cat.

I'm so thankful to the Lord. I put her in His hands and trusted Him to take her without suffering. She went very peacefully.

Silas and I went for a drive. I think he'll miss her. They were pretty good buddies, although sometimes he would get up, run her out of the room and shut the door behind her. Chelsea was quite the chatterbox. She usually held her lectures until morning, but there were times when she would decide to talk and talk and talk during the middle of the night. Those were the times when Silas would run her out and shut the door.

When she would come into the room in the night, she would always let out one loud announcement that she was about to leap up on the bed, then up she came. I will say that more times than not, that's when Silas would jump off the bed and go shut the door. In reality he probably did it so she wouldn't leave and come back, and wake everyone up with her announcement. I like to think, though, it was because finally his little family was all together, snug as a bug in a rug, and he would close the door to keep us together where he could more easily watch over us.

I'm going to take a break from blogging. I'll be back in a week, maybe two. I just don't have the heart for it right now.

SIDE PORCH

2006-11-07T22:54:00.000-05:00

SIDE PORCH
(Private Collection)

WINTER MEMORIES

2006-11-06T22:23:00.000-05:00

WINTER MEMORIES
(5x7 inches oil on panel)
I grew up on a small farm in Lebanon, Ohio. This is the view from our side yard looking across the back of my Grandma and Grandpa Davis' backyard. Across the fence line was our backfield. Just on the other side of the middle tree line was Waynesville Road and beyond that the neighbor's field. I sometimes wish I could go back to those days on the farm. But, I don't think it's good to dwell too much in the past, because we miss the present.
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STILL LIFE WITH FRUIT

2006-11-05T20:07:00.000-05:00

STILL LIFE WITH FRUIT
(Oil on panel)
SOLD

2006-10-29T20:59:00.000-05:00

STUDY FOR BOY AND BOOK
(10x8 inches - charcoal and pastel on panel)

WELDER

2006-10-27T07:15:00.000-04:00

WELDER
(16x20 oil on panel)

Just as I was starting to paint last night I got an emergency phone call. The rest of the evening was spent making calls and praying. This morning I decided to post a painting I did several years ago.
If you have any interest in purchasing this painting, please drop me a quick note in the comments link below.

HE SLIPPED AWAY

2006-10-24T22:15:00.000-04:00

HE SLIPPED AWAY
(Private Collection)

This is a painting of my cousin Ronnie, when he was a little boy. I took the reference photo in the backyard of our farmhouse with my 126 camera. I was just a kid at the time, too (five years older than Ronnie and his twin brother Donnie).

On December 6 it will be 20 years since Ronnie slipped away at the age of 21. I've always loved this painting (maybe because it's of him) and decided to post it today.

CHEF #5

2006-10-22T22:38:00.000-04:00

CHEF #5
(10 X 8 inch oil on canvas panel)

HE WATCHES ME

2006-10-17T22:49:00.000-04:00

HE WATCHES ME
(5x7 inch oil on panel)

This past Saturday I had the honor of being part of a group of people who were blessed to go to Washington Park in downtown Cincinnati for an outreach ministry. Washington Park is located directly across the street from beautiful Music Hall. In a Cincinnati Post article written by Kevin Osborne the park was once known as the "Queen City's crown jewel." But now according to Osborne it is "a haven for stumbling-drunk winos, beggars and drug dealers".

I've always heard it referred to as the Homeless park. It is surrounded by various social service agencies.

We were there to reach out to the homeless people in the park. Our church has a wonderful bus ministry and Samaritan ministry. Each Sunday the bus goes down and picks up anyone who wants to come to church and the Samaritan ministry feeds them breakfast in the morning, and dinner in the evening. The only requirement is that they attend the service after breakfast, or the service before dinner.

Anyway, last Saturday, we were blessed to be able to give out 200 brand new winter coats to those in need. We also served pizza at the drop-in center.

But, the reason I tell this whole story is to tell you about this one little lady who came to the park that day. She was dancing and having a good time. After Pastor finished talking to the people gathered at the Gazebo, he held the microphone to her mouth, and she sang one of the most beautiful versions of the song "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" that I've heard. Her voice was as clear and sweet as a bell.

The thing that is so amazing about that song is the simple truth of it's words..."I sing because I'm happy; I sing because I'm free; His eye is on the sparrow; And I know He watches me." If God watches over every single sparrow in this world, and not one falls without His knowledge, how much more value are we to Him? Amazing. I couldn't believe how many of these people who had reached the bottom walked up to me and hugged me or smiled into the video camera I was operating, and told me how very blessed they were.

LARRY

2006-10-13T00:38:00.000-04:00

LARRY
(5x7 inch oil on panel)

This is my brother, Larry. He's ten years older than me. My first remembrance of Larry took place somewhere between my being 2-years and 5-years-old. I know this because, when I was in kindergarten, we lived in the house on Mulberry Street. This event took place when we lived on Stubbs Mill Rd. I didn't walk until I was almost 2-years-old (some kind of problem with one of my legs not growing.) Anyway, I remember that Larry made us (me and my sisters) Superman outfits for our Troll Dolls. I thought he could do anything. I was right...he is a genius!

I went to Bonita's show tonight at Closson's. It was a great show. I met the neatest lady there. Her name was Sue. In September she and her husband will be married 51 years. I found Sue to be fascinating. I hope we meet again someday.

CHEF #4

2006-10-11T23:29:00.000-04:00

CHEF #4
(7x5 inch approx. oil on panel)

Tonight, my friend Bonita Williams Goldberg has an opening with two other artists, Judy Anderson and Gayle Gillette Hummel at Closson's Art Gallery in Cincinnati, Ohio. If you're in town, check it out. 5:00-8:00 pm (continues through November 5, 2006). Closson's Art Gallery, 10100 Montgomery Rd., Cincinnati, OH 45242 (513)762-5510.

MURPHY'S POND

2006-10-10T23:15:00.000-04:00

MURPHY'S POND
(5x7 inch oil on panel)

This is my memory of the pond in the backfield of the farm in Lebanon, Ohio, where I grew up. On the other side of the fence was one of Mike Drexinger's fields. My memories of Mike are only wonderful. He was a gruff, little old man, with a thick German accent, who always seemed to have a two-day beard. He lived in the big farmhouse around the bend from our house, with his sister Doris, who was completely deaf. She could communicate very clearly, though.

I remember once we took Doris to see the Cincinnati Reds. She loved the game, but there was a great deal of drama at the stadium. She had never seen or been on an escalator. She was terrified and pretty determined that she wasn't going to start that night. With some coaxing she finally conquered that fear. It was a great night. My mom was dreading it, because our communicator with Doris, Mike, wasn't gonig with us. She was afraid it would be a difficult evening. But, Doris was great. I told Doris I wished that I could catch a foul ball, but she made it very clear to me that it would burn the snot out of my hand. What a great smile she had. She and Mike have been gone for a long time now. But, Good Lord willing, they will live on in my memory.

Murphy, my labrador retriever, learned he could swim, in this pond, on an Easter Sunday afternoon. He's been gone for 5 years, but he was a good friend and companion for 16 years and 11 months.

STILL PLAYING

2006-10-10T05:42:00.000-04:00

STILL PLAYING
(10x10 inch oil on panel)

I always intend to take photos throughout the process of a painting. Often I'll take several in the beginning stages, but then get so wrapped up in the painting that I forget to take any more. That is the case here. This is the last photo I took of this painting. In the completed painting, the young man is holding his uncle's accordion.

I didn't paint last night, so I'm posting this painting which is available at G.C. Lucas Gallery.

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Open Tues.-Fri., 10 a.m.-6 p.m.; Sat., 10 a.m.-4 p.m., the G.C. Lucas Gallery represents realist painters from around the country and has the largest selection in the city. The gallery also carries American regionalist works from 1915-1950. Call (317) 255-4000 or email gclucasgal@aol.com.

AIRPLANE

2006-10-09T01:17:00.000-04:00

AIRPLANE
(2x5 inch oil on panel)
The last time I painted at the Blue Ash Airport by myself, was a very strange experience. I refer to it as the "bread bag shovel" incident. Saturday I was parked in the same abandoned parking lot as I was on that day several years ago. I think of this part of the airport as the plane graveyard. The planes in this portion of the airfield, seem unattended, with grass and weeds overtaking some of them.

So, there I was, seated in the passenger seat of my car, windows all rolled down, keys in the ignition, painting away. Seemed like a great day. Then a man pulled in behind me in a pick-up truck. I felt a little trapped because of how he parked the truck. I would certainly need to do some maneuvering to get around his vehicle.

The fellow got out of his truck, of course my eyes were glued on him in the side mirror of my car. That's when I noticed that he was looking back at me in the side mirror. He walked to the back of his truck and reached into the bed. He pulled out these gloves (I forget now what type they were, but, for the sake of this story, and because I really do think this is true, they were like those
big yellow rubber gloves you use for dishwashing). All the while looking back at me in my side mirror. He put the gloves on and then reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out an empty bread bag. He put it over one of his gloves. He found another bag and did the same with the other glove. Looking at my eyes, looking at his eyes. (Needless to say, now my imagination has totally gotten the better of me. It was almost as though I could hear Bill Cosby telling his Chicken Heart story, only now, it was my heart doing the loud pounding.)

The man seemed so methodical. He did other strange-seeming things to me. But who could think clearly with a heart trying desperately to beat it's way through the chest? He then pulled out a shovel, and leaned it against the truck, still looking at me, mind you. Then another shovel.

At this point I'd reviewed every conceivable plan for escape and had already decided that since my windows were electric, and I drove a stick shift, there was no way to roll them up, and I certainly couldn't dump all the painting supplies, boxes, etc. and jump over the console wearing a skirt. I was trapped.

BOMP-BOMP!!! BOMP-BOMP!!! My heart raged on. (Of course, in my mind, I was calling on the name of the Lord...don't let this guy hurt me, and help me be a witness to him if he doesn't know You.)

The man began to walk directly to the side of the car where I was seated. This seemed to take 30 minutes, but in reality, it was probably 30 seconds. He leaned down, right into the side of my face, and said to me... (Yikes! I can barely stand to repeat it!)...he said to me "Hi! Are you doing a painting of one of those airplanes?"

"Yep, just finishing up!" I answered, voice trembling I'm sure.

"I'm just here to do a little cleaning up around that plane over there." he reported.

"Oh, well, looks like you've got a great day to do it."

What can I say, I've always had a great imagination. But, come on, empty bread bags rubberbanded around the wrist over your gloves, abandoned building and parking lot? What would you think?

Red Door

2006-10-04T00:06:00.000-04:00

RED DOOR
(5x7 inch oil on masonite panel)

WEATHER VANE

2006-10-03T00:21:00.000-04:00

WEATHER VANE
3.5 by 5 inch (approx.) oil on panel
This weather vane is on the roof of the shed in my backyard neighbor's back yard.

BLUE CAP

2006-09-26T04:54:00.000-04:00

BLUE CAP
(5x3.5 inch oil on masonite board)

FILLING THE ORDER

2006-09-25T06:13:00.000-04:00

FILLING THE ORDER
(6x8 inch oil on panel)
This is the final painting of the PROGRESSION OF A PAINTING I've been posting. (See below). This guy is filling orders in the kitchen of Hathaway's.

THE SQUEEZEBOX

2006-09-22T08:34:00.000-04:00

THE SQUEEZEBOX
(Private Collection)
Last night I went to the funeral of a good man. I decided this morning to post the painting I donated to the Cincinnati Art Club for their fundraiser "Summer Art Gala 2005" held at the Cincinnati Art Galleries. I'm happy to say the painting sold on opening night.

SEE YOU ON MONDAY!

2006-09-20T17:49:00.000-04:00

PROGRESSION OF A PAINTING PART II

Here's another 30 minutes or so on the painting I started last week on Thursday.

(Beginning of the painting).

We have Bible Study on Wednesday nights at Covenant Church. I was scheduled to Webcast last night. Hopefully tonight after work I'll be able to finish this painting. I may just do another head study. (They go faster for me, usually.)

2006-09-14T22:37:00.001-04:00

PROGRESSION OF A PAINTING
I mentioned in my profile that completing a painting every day may prove to be a challenge. I was right. So, today I am posting the first 30 minutes of a painting. Because, 30 minutes was the only amount of time I had available to paint today. Rather than post nothing, I thought you might enjoy seeing a painting as it progresses. I'll be surprised if I have more than 30 minutes a day to paint for the rest of the weekend. I'm booked solid with events.

I am working on this painting in the handmade paint box my dad made. It is such a wonderful box. Not only is it cool looking, but it is extremely functional. The lid can hold up to 4 wet 8x10 inch panels. The palette is made of thick plexiglas, with a small hole drilled in the corner to allow a finger to lift the palette out of the box. Underneath the palette are three separate compartments which hold all the paint and mediums I need. Plus a pair of pliers (I think of them as persuaders) for those tubes of paint that refuse to open. Also a razor blade scraper and brushes and palette knives. On the bottom is a mount for a tripod. I often just use a table top.

Sometime I'll show you the awesome table palette he made for my studio. Actually, you should see all the furniture he's built for me. I was thinking about this last night. Every single room in my house, yes even the bathroom and basement, has at least one piece of furniture Dad's made for me. He is awesome.

This is one of the ways I start a painting. I'll block in the large shapes and shadows. Then, I'll start pulling the painting out of the shapes. My favorite way to paint, though, is a bit different. I'll show that sometime as well (Good Lord willing).

2006-09-14T07:20:00.000-04:00

JOSH REHEARSING
This is a painting of my friend, fellow artist Cindy Nixon's son. Cindy has work in several galleries across the nation including: Weiner-Eisele Fine Art Gallery in Cincinnati, Ohio and Argosy Gallery in Bar Harbor, Maine
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Josh was rehearsing with the band at church one Sunday afternoon. The painting was accepted into the Salon International 2005 exhibit, A Project of The International Museum of Contemporary Masters of Fine Art held at the Greenhouse Gallery of Fine Art in San Antonio, Texas.
(PRIVATE COLLECTION)

2006-09-13T07:02:00.000-04:00

STUDIES FOR A CHRISTMAS CARD
I had class last night, and wasn't able to paint. I decided to post these studies from last year's Christmas card.

2006-09-12T07:06:00.000-04:00

VIOLINIST BEFORE THE CONCERT
(6x8 inch oil on masonite)

2006-09-11T07:00:00.000-04:00

DIRECTING THE CHORUS
(5x7 inch oil on panel)
SOLD

2006-09-08T19:49:00.000-04:00

LETTERS
(5x5 inch oil on panel)

This painting was an illustration for the magazine where I work.

2006-09-03T16:41:00.000-04:00

THE RED HOODIE (6x8 inch oil on masonite)
This little fella came to church one Sunday on the bus. Some of the other kids were teasing him because of his hoodie. He wouldn't take his hood off. I thought he was kinda cool looking with it on, so I told him some day I would paint him wearing that hood.
SOLD