Three Promised Detail Shots from last night’s Camargue Memory

oil paint is glorious, and only takes about 40 years to learn proficiency

Jonathan Herbert landscape oil painting of the Camargue

The Paint on Camargue Memory (detail 1)

Jonathan Herbert landscape oil painting

Camargue Memory (detail 2)

Jonathan Herbert landscape oil painting

Camargue Memory (detail 3)

More artwork by Jonathan Herbert at http://jonathanherbert.com

Eine Kleine Tag Musik

a little canon g15 preview before the big shoot in two weeks

close-ups of the brushwork soon

Jonathan Herbert oil painting landscape France Provence Memoir

Camargue Memories
14 x 18 inches Oil on linen

The trip of a lifetime.

More art by Jonathan Herbert at http://jonathanherbert.com

BC NIXON version I don’t know what

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BC NIXON IN A KIMONO 11o17 latest version 38 x 30 inches Oil, Charcoal, Conte, Oil Stick on Belgian Linen

Beep Beep Honk Honk Motherfucker (and the bird)

2012o0004 Hacked Memory: Saturday Night FDR oil on linen 12 x 16 inches

2012o0004 Hacked Memory: Saturday Night FDR Michael Hanley and Old Holland Beligian oil on linen 12 x 16 inches

 
Is anybody sober aside from me?

Detail of “Susie with Legs Spread”

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Small part of 36 x 40 inch oil.

My Earliest Known Oil: 1972

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John Carlsson (722o_01) 20 x 20 inches oil on canvas

John was my best friend at the Museum School in the years I knew him he uttered perhaps 100 words. We spe3nt  an awful lot of time in his 1965 Mustang, just riding around drinking cans of cheap local beer by the dozens and throwing the empties over our shoulders. The whole back seat and footwell was filled to shoulder height with them. He hailed from Marlborough, home of the famous Motif Number One.

Four Hundred NYC Cab Drivers Nicknamed Me “MADMAN”

It’s true, I was. Back in the late 70’s and early 80’s, during the days when New York was metamorphosing from a broke and dangerous town to a rich and dangerous town, I drove the night shift for Metro Cab. We had four hundred drivers working there. I was making money in order to art supplies (well, actually to buy drugs and booze), while dreaming of an art career and failing to show up for some very big opportunities, most memorably Robert Miller personally inviting me to bring work to him at his now AAA-list gallery. I don’t even know if he’s alive, but the gallery sure is.

Night Driver selfportrait oil on linen 24 inch square 1985

Night Driver (SelfPortrait) 85o01 oil on linen 24 x 24 inches

As you can see, at least by the title, this painting is a self-portrait. It is a temporary insert, shot with my iPhone4, until I can shoot it properly with the high-end equipment and strobes that I usually use. I dug the piece out of my 93-year old Mom’s basement when I was visiting the other day. I drove my cab drunk, stoned and crazed. I also painted simultaneously while driving. Not oils, but rather pencil, ink or watercolor in special nearly square sketchbooks that I carried with me always. Now and again I will be posting more Views from a Yellow Cab which I have been scanning from those old notebooks.

This painting is a special form of realism; I am grateful that I have not had a drink or a self-prescribed drug in over 24 years. I’m in love with whom I have become; while my work may still be gut-wrenching at times, it is never such a clear view of the interior of Hell.