I mentioned this before, my grandmothers photos, she had an eye for a good shot. I always wanted to do a series based on some of the shots she took and started to a long time ago but, really, I don’t think I was ready yet. So, I’m giving it another whack. The shots are tiny, 2″x3″, black and white and a tad soft, but there’s plenty of information in them to make them work. This shot is of what seems to me to be a traffic cop. It’s a trip to a place and time I will never see. Might be Morocco, circa 1945-ish, not sure. It’s a fun experiment to take a black and white image and “colorize” it. I didn’t want to just use the image exactly, I wanted to move some things and change some things to add my take to it. It’s really more of a connection to a woman I knew growing up as Gramma Moore but didn’t know a thing about her other than that she was old and made a mean chocolate cake.
She was in the Womens Army Corps, worked in the office of General Pershing and hung out with the military types in some kind of a social director function. Getting one of her photobooks was a window into an exotic life of someone who, to me, mostly just smelled like moth balls and exhibited a general disdain for men, particularly miners (not minors). I hope to do a lot more of these, there are a lot of really cool images to pull from. I think this painting is a good first pass, though I’m sure I will go back in to it to fanoodle it some. Needs something. Maybe more people in the streets to complete the narrative.
As far as working from photos, some eschew this practice and paint only from life. This is a good idea the painting from life thing but sometimes it’s fun to apply the lessons from life to other things. Plus, as she is long gone, will probably not sue me for copyright infringement.