<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392</id><updated>2011-08-11T09:26:50.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Painting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8890735884079326687</id><published>2011-02-24T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:44:03.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tree at Montrose Cemetery"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQVsqPhXODo/TXWX5--i-WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ROjvPedl7W0/s1600/IMG_0017.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQVsqPhXODo/TXWX5--i-WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ROjvPedl7W0/s400/IMG_0017.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581534335609272674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DENo2jCAaxg/TWcW1acAS2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/b_p619hQLt8/s1600/IMG_0002.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8890735884079326687?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8890735884079326687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8890735884079326687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2011/02/tree-at-montrose-cemetary.html' title='&quot;Tree at Montrose Cemetery&quot;'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQVsqPhXODo/TXWX5--i-WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ROjvPedl7W0/s72-c/IMG_0017.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1620309087261467181</id><published>2010-11-13T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:47:34.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Website to be updated soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TN9LvYFGvQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0v3AF5ESMMI/s1600/IMG_8383.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TN9LvYFGvQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0v3AF5ESMMI/s400/IMG_8383.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539229343978798338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been working and reworking these landscapes throughout this year. Now that I am beginning to see some closure; I will be adding images soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1620309087261467181?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1620309087261467181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1620309087261467181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/11/website-to-be-updated-soon.html' title='Website to be updated soon'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TN9LvYFGvQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0v3AF5ESMMI/s72-c/IMG_8383.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2477417858011277319</id><published>2010-09-19T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:35:18.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Figure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TJa1oEFpSfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_FSxdVjwJ-A/s1600/IMG_7608.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TJa1oEFpSfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_FSxdVjwJ-A/s400/IMG_7608.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518798093285935602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have returned to painting the figure after 13 years. I have found my paintings lacking the specific and the concrete as a subject matter and am delighted to be working from the live model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The landscapes also have been moving in a more structured direction because of this move toward the specific. The sketches I make are focusing a particular place and time with the will to feel the form in a more tactile way. This has changed my working method to use paint in a thicker more palpable substance, lending to a more direct experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2477417858011277319?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2477417858011277319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2477417858011277319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/09/return-of-figure.html' title='Return of the Figure'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TJa1oEFpSfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_FSxdVjwJ-A/s72-c/IMG_7608.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-107604546166273842</id><published>2010-07-11T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:19:46.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many thoughts that cross my mind while painting. Lately, I find myself less inclined to present these and consequentially rebut others peoples doubts. I find that the act of painting to crystallize these thoughts in a language which no longer needs justification.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this does not mean that I will not have plenty of thoughts to share in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-107604546166273842?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/107604546166273842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/107604546166273842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-many-thoughts-that-cross-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5954541498700974703</id><published>2010-06-12T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:23:53.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TBPCogW6mWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vZEQMjZNmOk/s1600/IMG_6226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TBPCogW6mWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vZEQMjZNmOk/s400/IMG_6226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481939172576631138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5954541498700974703?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5954541498700974703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5954541498700974703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TBPCogW6mWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vZEQMjZNmOk/s72-c/IMG_6226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3993605849294437481</id><published>2010-06-12T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:13:41.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TBPAJVxzP3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5yAD8rqw_P8/s1600/IMG_6228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TBPAJVxzP3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5yAD8rqw_P8/s400/IMG_6228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481936438137405298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3993605849294437481?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3993605849294437481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3993605849294437481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/TBPAJVxzP3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5yAD8rqw_P8/s72-c/IMG_6228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4112015626643246118</id><published>2010-05-17T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:27:55.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;" he was also oppressed by the realization that no artistic communication is more than a fraction of what the artist intends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Charles Child Walcutt referring to Herman Melville in the introduction to Moby-Dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4112015626643246118?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4112015626643246118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4112015626643246118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-was-also-oppressed-by-realization.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-6863344112511121450</id><published>2010-04-24T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:57:48.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S9NzLrnrLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HDW1yk0_jfo/s1600/IMG_5838.4.22.10.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S9NzLrnrLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HDW1yk0_jfo/s400/IMG_5838.4.22.10.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463837417455431410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am trying to push everything more towards the front of the picture plane, while still maintaining some kind of depth. This hopefully offers a glimpse of the sensation of a particular space rather than merely an image of it.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the paintings of Mondrian, I get a clear part of something much larger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-6863344112511121450?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6863344112511121450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6863344112511121450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-plane.html' title='Picture Plane'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S9NzLrnrLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HDW1yk0_jfo/s72-c/IMG_5838.4.22.10.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5932101266487307101</id><published>2010-03-21T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:57:03.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S6ZBqSHE0uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/huP2BUQ-Zic/s1600-h/IMG_5515.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S6ZBqSHE0uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/huP2BUQ-Zic/s400/IMG_5515.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451116593650389730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S6ZBp9DsS2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/VZWUbmVjF8I/s1600-h/IMG_5514.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S6ZBp9DsS2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/VZWUbmVjF8I/s400/IMG_5514.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451116587999054690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on small paintings along with the larger ones simultaneously, gives me the chance to change the entire composition quickly. Taking some of those experiences back will have an effect I never could have anticipated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5932101266487307101?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5932101266487307101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5932101266487307101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-paintings.html' title='Small Paintings'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S6ZBqSHE0uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/huP2BUQ-Zic/s72-c/IMG_5515.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2659196560316967429</id><published>2010-02-28T17:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:00:09.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Easel</title><content type='html'>Here's one of many sketches I make while on walks in my area. I use these as springboards for the paintings. The paintings are always  of a particular place and time and begin from what's close at hand.&lt;br /&gt;On the easel are 2 small paintings in progress working from that same sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-O1s1QYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QlbIqpL540I/s1600-h/IMG_5421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-O1s1QYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QlbIqpL540I/s400/IMG_5421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443442630517408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-OvammrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G-E2ywSpTUc/s1600-h/IMG_5423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-OvammrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G-E2ywSpTUc/s400/IMG_5423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443442628830337714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-OBtgYMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b3Da1QNCIyM/s1600-h/IMG_5422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-OBtgYMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b3Da1QNCIyM/s400/IMG_5422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443442616561590466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2659196560316967429?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2659196560316967429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2659196560316967429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-easel.html' title='On the Easel'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S4r-O1s1QYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QlbIqpL540I/s72-c/IMG_5421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2204722923867723633</id><published>2010-01-24T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:15:19.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S10MqZ-GGDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4vwyLE5GIgg/s1600-h/IMG_4946.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S10MqZ-GGDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4vwyLE5GIgg/s400/IMG_4946.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430510648344057906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2204722923867723633?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2204722923867723633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2204722923867723633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/S10MqZ-GGDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4vwyLE5GIgg/s72-c/IMG_4946.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-9139308540473922008</id><published>2010-01-01T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:56:30.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Paintings for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sz4pMPBEN4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/T5TmDxVzfRY/s1600-h/Orggrnfig.12.09.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sz4pMPBEN4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/T5TmDxVzfRY/s400/Orggrnfig.12.09.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421816291566827394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sz4pFAY7qoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b-JtgY4PaYs/s1600-h/greenlight.12.09.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sz4pFAY7qoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b-JtgY4PaYs/s400/greenlight.12.09.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421816167381314178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-9139308540473922008?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/9139308540473922008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/9139308540473922008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-paintings-for-2009.html' title='Last Paintings for 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sz4pMPBEN4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/T5TmDxVzfRY/s72-c/Orggrnfig.12.09.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7771480547027586124</id><published>2009-12-26T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:16:41.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SzbDOwB634I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Lqb2ucbJK8w/s1600-h/buffig.12.27.09.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SzbDOwB634I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Lqb2ucbJK8w/s400/buffig.12.27.09.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419733859765510018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7771480547027586124?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7771480547027586124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7771480547027586124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-2009.html' title='December 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SzbDOwB634I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Lqb2ucbJK8w/s72-c/buffig.12.27.09.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2798584151226468718</id><published>2009-11-25T08:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:15:18.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Origins of Language and Mythology</title><content type='html'>The more I read of Greek mythology, the more mysterious the origins are. I keep returning to Hesiod and Homer and still ask, what was it before them?&lt;br /&gt;Below is a quote by Giambattista Vico which helps me understand how language and arts came together with civilization at the same time which will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Poetry, which was the first form of wisdom, began with a system of thought, not seasoned or abstract, as ours is now, but felt and imagined, as was the case in those primitive human beings who had developed no reasoning faculties, but were all made up of senses in the highest physical perfection, and of the most vigorous imagination. In their total ignorance of causes they wondered at everything, and their poetry was divine, because ascribed to gods the objects of their wonder, and thought that beings like themselves but greater could alone have caused them. Thus they were like children, whom notice taking into their hands inanimate things, and playing and talking with them as though they were living persons. When thunder terrified them, they attributed their own nature to the phenomenon; and being apt to express their more violent passions by howls and roarings, they conceived heaven as a vast body, which gave notice of its anger by lightning and thundering. The whole of nature in like manner, they imagined to be a vast animated body, capable of feeling and passion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giambattista Vicco  Della Metafisica Poetica&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2798584151226468718?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2798584151226468718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2798584151226468718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/11/origins-of-language-and-mythology.html' title='Origins of Language and Mythology'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1893615015956282482</id><published>2009-09-30T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:35:24.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>What makes the harmony?&lt;br /&gt;Past the regular preconceived ideas. It is a series of instinctual actions tempered with serious reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting is always the relation of what is being said to how it is being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say with speech. The same holds true with painting. Don't mince your words.&lt;br /&gt;Every single dot of paint has to be locked into the form. It contributes in ways which cannot be simply broken down and examined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1893615015956282482?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1893615015956282482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1893615015956282482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4129915526701196165</id><published>2009-09-20T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:02:55.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2009 gouache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SrbQkn_DsdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2_eXHH_1GPs/s1600-h/dark.gou.600.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SrbQkn_DsdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2_eXHH_1GPs/s400/dark.gou.600.9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383719732195340754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4129915526701196165?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4129915526701196165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4129915526701196165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009-gouache.html' title='September 2009 gouache'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SrbQkn_DsdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2_eXHH_1GPs/s72-c/dark.gou.600.9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4971631535946766737</id><published>2009-09-20T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:51:17.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SrajsNAW6kI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sZTmK0g2pMc/s1600-h/Sept.2009.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SrajsNAW6kI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sZTmK0g2pMc/s400/Sept.2009.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383670384368740930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4971631535946766737?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4971631535946766737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4971631535946766737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009.html' title='September 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SrajsNAW6kI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sZTmK0g2pMc/s72-c/Sept.2009.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8590157941466936328</id><published>2009-08-09T16:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:05:05.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract Painting</title><content type='html'>The transition of my paintings from abstracted representations derived from drawings in the field, to paintings starting from various sensations coming from multiple levels of experience is happening on its own accord.&lt;br /&gt; I think that music plays a major part in this transition. Usually, a song comes from playing around with some form that catches my whim. Then, before I know it , I'm on to something. The thing that sustains me is a flash of something I think I hear while simultaneously playing.&lt;br /&gt; The hardest thing to let go of, is the concrete form. The image which is always there to go back to. A form is still there. It is just different. It is no longer an armature that represents some kind of image preconceived before the execution. It is still a type of armature, but it is not at all the same.&lt;br /&gt; The form is there, etched somewhere between an unchanging grid, and a  quick glimpse which embodies more of a tangible place which is felt and sensed in entirety.&lt;br /&gt; This presents a problem for me technically to keep up with the sensations coming in. Painting has changed to a more layering process, within the key of the whole, which can change any time and must be kept up with. The physical issue of oil paint remaining wet, calls for a lot of preparation. I  must be able to completely relocate an area if desired without the mess interfering with the mixtures I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to see a trace. Something that's left over and doesn't look like it was touched by a human being.&lt;br /&gt;When I see something as if was coming from more than myself, painting begins, for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8590157941466936328?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8590157941466936328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8590157941466936328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/08/abstract-painting.html' title='Abstract Painting'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4950238665720533530</id><published>2009-07-08T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:03:23.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SlVcCyHbEfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-bUyKtwZjiA/s1600-h/7.7.09gou..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SlVcCyHbEfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-bUyKtwZjiA/s400/7.7.09gou..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356288534709473778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gouache on paper&lt;br /&gt;9" x 12"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial striking in of the picture is for me, an  all or nothing type of situation.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I must be able to find the general key of the picture and simultaneously, catch some glimpse of content, without depicting. This usually happens with constantly adapting and harmonizing with acts of desperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4950238665720533530?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4950238665720533530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4950238665720533530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/gouache-on-paper-9-x-12-initial.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SlVcCyHbEfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-bUyKtwZjiA/s72-c/7.7.09gou..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-184430644836860704</id><published>2009-07-07T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:44:34.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SlQH7kzY2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jv73guSjYoY/s1600-h/7.7.09.oil.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SlQH7kzY2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jv73guSjYoY/s400/7.7.09.oil.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914576923253154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oil on panel 12" x 12"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-184430644836860704?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/184430644836860704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/184430644836860704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/oil-on-panel-12-x-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SlQH7kzY2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jv73guSjYoY/s72-c/7.7.09.oil.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-713244655468667705</id><published>2009-07-05T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:44:45.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The poet seeks what is nowhere in all the world,&lt;br /&gt;And yet -  somewhere - he finds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titus Maccius Plautus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-713244655468667705?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/713244655468667705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/713244655468667705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/poet-seeks-what-is-nowhere-in-all-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8490743791955221611</id><published>2009-07-01T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:29:33.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest oil painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SkvwQCTjk0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rJnfoFV4OKg/s1600-h/June09.6.30.09.oil.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SkvwQCTjk0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rJnfoFV4OKg/s400/June09.6.30.09.oil.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353636740347433794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oil on panel&lt;br /&gt;22" x 24"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8490743791955221611?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8490743791955221611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8490743791955221611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/latest-oil-painting.html' title='Latest oil painting'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SkvwQCTjk0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rJnfoFV4OKg/s72-c/June09.6.30.09.oil.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8576162062272282303</id><published>2009-06-26T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:58:28.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SkV8uwwgtUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sx3HaacVHs4/s1600-h/June09.6.25.09.oil.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SkV8uwwgtUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sx3HaacVHs4/s400/June09.6.25.09.oil.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351820875003901250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oil on panel&lt;br /&gt;27" x 24"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8576162062272282303?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8576162062272282303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8576162062272282303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2009.html' title='June 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SkV8uwwgtUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sx3HaacVHs4/s72-c/June09.6.25.09.oil.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2307697192921583514</id><published>2009-06-04T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:24:41.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayon and chalk drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SiiE_DJhBoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iu0Xbhn-thA/s1600-h/Spring.cran.600.6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SiiE_DJhBoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iu0Xbhn-thA/s400/Spring.cran.600.6.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343667176586937986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring 2009&lt;br /&gt;6 "x 6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is an example of where these paintings begin. They're always done outdoors and in rapid succession. About 6 or 7 drawings, one after another while walking. I don't stop until I can focus on the glimpse that I thought I maybe saw.&lt;br /&gt;China marker is my favorite medium here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gouaches are the next step. Each motif has a few gouaches that are built up as I start an oil. All these go back and forth until the painting has an unexpected depth while retaining the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt; of that original drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2307697192921583514?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2307697192921583514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2307697192921583514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/06/crayon-and-chalk-drawing.html' title='Crayon and chalk drawing'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SiiE_DJhBoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iu0Xbhn-thA/s72-c/Spring.cran.600.6.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1304711111703774763</id><published>2009-06-02T19:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:14:50.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Scene May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SiXAb_oAZPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ic6R7VS-OVU/s1600-h/OutdoorScene.gou.600.6.09nowebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SiXAb_oAZPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ic6R7VS-OVU/s400/OutdoorScene.gou.600.6.09nowebs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342888120113194226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gouache on paper&lt;br /&gt;11" x 13 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1304711111703774763?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1304711111703774763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1304711111703774763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/06/outdoor-scene-may-2009.html' title='Outdoor Scene May 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SiXAb_oAZPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ic6R7VS-OVU/s72-c/OutdoorScene.gou.600.6.09nowebs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2278865630792972056</id><published>2009-05-23T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:12:54.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShiC0vWe0jI/AAAAAAAAADg/MjEzil3_XqQ/s1600-h/Spring2009.gou.5.22.09.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShiC0vWe0jI/AAAAAAAAADg/MjEzil3_XqQ/s400/Spring2009.gou.5.22.09.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339161200823292466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gouache on paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2278865630792972056?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2278865630792972056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2278865630792972056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-2009.html' title='Spring 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShiC0vWe0jI/AAAAAAAAADg/MjEzil3_XqQ/s72-c/Spring2009.gou.5.22.09.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7553625355630610449</id><published>2009-05-22T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:05:38.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sping 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShdZP0iR34I/AAAAAAAAADY/_w5YytEKKzs/s1600-h/Spring2009.oil.5.22.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShdZP0iR34I/AAAAAAAAADY/_w5YytEKKzs/s400/Spring2009.oil.5.22.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338834011606343554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7553625355630610449?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7553625355630610449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7553625355630610449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/05/sping-2009.html' title='Sping 2009'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShdZP0iR34I/AAAAAAAAADY/_w5YytEKKzs/s72-c/Spring2009.oil.5.22.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8999489879929053278</id><published>2009-05-21T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:16:00.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A.P. Ryder Essex Canal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShYJfjDABzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xUOsmYcOXhA/s1600-h/Ryderessexcanal.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShYJfjDABzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xUOsmYcOXhA/s400/Ryderessexcanal.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338464845882722098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photographed this painting at the Art Institute of Chicago yesterday. Ryder's paintings take some time to digest, but when seen in life, have a haunting presence which seems to form out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The American wing is my favorite in this museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8999489879929053278?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8999489879929053278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8999489879929053278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/05/ap-ryder-essex-canal.html' title='A.P. Ryder Essex Canal'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ShYJfjDABzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xUOsmYcOXhA/s72-c/Ryderessexcanal.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7870320880888487362</id><published>2009-05-09T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:59:39.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SgWaQNJia4I/AAAAAAAAADI/L2QphifbYio/s1600-h/darkbluesky.oil.5609.600"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SgWaQNJia4I/AAAAAAAAADI/L2QphifbYio/s400/darkbluesky.oil.5609.600" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333838936888470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7870320880888487362?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7870320880888487362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7870320880888487362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SgWaQNJia4I/AAAAAAAAADI/L2QphifbYio/s72-c/darkbluesky.oil.5609.600' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4362464580206088209</id><published>2009-05-09T09:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:44:34.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythological Origins</title><content type='html'>Robert Graves has some very interesting views on the origins of Greek Myth. Almost all of his explanations have to do with the earlier transformations from a matriarchal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;queendom&lt;/span&gt; (which would sacrifice an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interm&lt;/span&gt; king, later an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;surrogate boy in his place, then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subsitution&lt;/span&gt; of an animal) to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;patriarical&lt;/span&gt; kingdom. This factual transformation was later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mytholigized&lt;/span&gt; in the depiction of vase painting and other objects.&lt;br /&gt;He explains how then the later literal description such as Homeric Myths and Hesiod's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Theogony&lt;/span&gt; are oral stories handed down from interpretations of earlier images. These images were  depictions of real events such as invasions of other cultures or the transformation of small cults and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;priestesses&lt;/span&gt;. The real event was then mythologized into a more poetic form.&lt;br /&gt;These explanations seem very far fetched to me but at the same time extremely compelling. I cannot just simply accept the myths without at least wondering about their origins.&lt;br /&gt;Along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Judeo&lt;/span&gt; Christianity, this is also the &lt;span&gt;progenitor&lt;/span&gt; of Western Art. It is constantly evolving yet using these same stories for an incredibly long time.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; so long because it taps into something universal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Biblical&lt;/span&gt; painting was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;viewed&lt;/span&gt; by an audience of 100% believers that touched every corner of their being.&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age, it is not the case. If I depict a subject from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Biblical&lt;/span&gt; or Greek Mythology, it will be internalized and understood, but not have the same impact that an earlier age would have.&lt;br /&gt;As an artist I can only be true to the form of my everyday life. What I find to captivate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; and fuels the expansion of my form.&lt;br /&gt;That which is happening (content) is buried deep within that form, and like poetry, it must be read and reread until it slowly comes to the surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4362464580206088209?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4362464580206088209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4362464580206088209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/05/mythological-origins.html' title='Mythological Origins'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-180430973269389533</id><published>2009-05-08T18:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:13:26.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SgTKFWNzyKI/AAAAAAAAADA/dJbDSxH5JQ8/s1600-h/springflood.oil.5609.600"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SgTKFWNzyKI/AAAAAAAAADA/dJbDSxH5JQ8/s400/springflood.oil.5609.600" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333610051925166242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oil on panel&lt;br /&gt;23x36"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-180430973269389533?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/180430973269389533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/180430973269389533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/05/springtime-flood.html' title='Springtime Flood'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SgTKFWNzyKI/AAAAAAAAADA/dJbDSxH5JQ8/s72-c/springflood.oil.5609.600' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3565098437308185160</id><published>2009-04-23T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:45:43.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts of Desperation</title><content type='html'>The marks of full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt; usually leads to deeper, richer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt; elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments when I just a have no idea what's going to happen ends up pushing things a little further than I would, feeling completely in control and pleased at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3565098437308185160?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3565098437308185160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3565098437308185160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/acts-of-desparation.html' title='Acts of Desperation'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7398641651809894279</id><published>2009-04-14T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:47:11.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That which is still standing</title><content type='html'>What remains after the things that take place on the canvas, breeds it's own kind of deep harmony beyond preconception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7398641651809894279?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7398641651809894279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7398641651809894279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-which-is-still-standing.html' title='That which is still standing'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3966989960578610960</id><published>2009-04-09T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:42:46.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sd6kD9yIa5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zr0e6ehMc5E/s1600-h/oil.4.9.09%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sd6kD9yIa5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zr0e6ehMc5E/s400/oil.4.9.09%233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322872197629897618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil on panel  24" x 30"  4/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3966989960578610960?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3966989960578610960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3966989960578610960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/oil-on-panel-24-x-30-42009.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sd6kD9yIa5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zr0e6ehMc5E/s72-c/oil.4.9.09%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-6198753819061462027</id><published>2009-04-07T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:34:03.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reworking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sdv-ehQLSrI/AAAAAAAAACg/mch4gUGXx6E/s1600-h/4.7.09.gou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sdv-ehQLSrI/AAAAAAAAACg/mch4gUGXx6E/s400/4.7.09.gou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322127184944122546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reworking paintings, I am beginning to see the accumulation of time that bears the complex flux of nature, strung by the immovable grid which somehow holds it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watteau's theatrical fantasies are born from evening strolls in the park at Luxembourg Palace. The compositions are taken from sketches from nature. His paintings are what I consider to be an outdoor dramatic scene, while not being considered as a landscape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-6198753819061462027?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6198753819061462027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6198753819061462027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/reworking.html' title='Reworking'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/Sdv-ehQLSrI/AAAAAAAAACg/mch4gUGXx6E/s72-c/4.7.09.gou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8091947889391825374</id><published>2009-04-05T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:38:16.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titian "Religion Succored By Spain"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdlZ3uHgyiI/AAAAAAAAACY/ml0_m60_ZYg/s1600-h/titian33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdlZ3uHgyiI/AAAAAAAAACY/ml0_m60_ZYg/s400/titian33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383248522168866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way the central activity of the Turk sinking into the water seems to be integrated with the scenery, yet still can be a focal point. Originally that was Neptune with his proud horses along with Venus and Minerva in front. I like how the power of composition can be retained even when the artist clothed them and changed labels. There's a wonderful transition to the figurative drama from the distant background with the haze of the smoke on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8091947889391825374?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8091947889391825374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8091947889391825374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/titian-religion-succored-by-spain.html' title='Titian &quot;Religion Succored By Spain&quot;'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdlZ3uHgyiI/AAAAAAAAACY/ml0_m60_ZYg/s72-c/titian33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4028296162694205047</id><published>2009-04-05T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:21:12.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdlYt_NitLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S12ThrzU5iU/s1600-h/gou.4.6.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdlYt_NitLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S12ThrzU5iU/s400/gou.4.6.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321381981800543410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4028296162694205047?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4028296162694205047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4028296162694205047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdlYt_NitLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S12ThrzU5iU/s72-c/gou.4.6.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5873023011157623816</id><published>2009-04-03T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:31:04.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>My only initial hope each time, is to paint to the point where my reason is abandoned. Only then does the harmony begin to reflect the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5873023011157623816?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5873023011157623816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5873023011157623816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2650036399901204306</id><published>2009-03-31T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:54:08.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdLI18dGHiI/AAAAAAAAACI/hupec9luSb4/s1600-h/graycloud.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdLI18dGHiI/AAAAAAAAACI/hupec9luSb4/s400/graycloud.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319534938964762146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gouache on Paper March 31st 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2650036399901204306?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2650036399901204306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2650036399901204306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/03/gray-cloud.html' title='Gray Cloud'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdLI18dGHiI/AAAAAAAAACI/hupec9luSb4/s72-c/graycloud.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3518060962326535861</id><published>2009-03-30T17:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:26:38.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gouaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdFOBVcStqI/AAAAAAAAABw/Sf1DSEcTAI0/s1600-h/inkdiag.gou.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdFOBVcStqI/AAAAAAAAABw/Sf1DSEcTAI0/s400/inkdiag.gou.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319118419743913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These new gouache paintings are partly inspired by  early water colors of Georges Rouault. His "Party at the Waterside" 1906, invokes a feeling of an event with something particular happening, without referring to anything too literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aim for these paintings to be more of a drama which takes place in this setting than to be thought of as a landscape. It doesn't necessarily have to be outdoors, it just seems to end up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdFUdBy3J7I/AAAAAAAAACA/lBUemQIf_rc/s1600-h/whitekindom.gou.600.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdFUdBy3J7I/AAAAAAAAACA/lBUemQIf_rc/s400/whitekindom.gou.600.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319125492575971250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3518060962326535861?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3518060962326535861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3518060962326535861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-gouaches.html' title='New Gouaches'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SdFOBVcStqI/AAAAAAAAABw/Sf1DSEcTAI0/s72-c/inkdiag.gou.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1635615902221175716</id><published>2009-03-17T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:58:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ScBUo1mdlkI/AAAAAAAAABo/nI61Lt-P_XE/s1600-h/3_17_09.gou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ScBUo1mdlkI/AAAAAAAAABo/nI61Lt-P_XE/s400/3_17_09.gou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340620857087554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact point where the painting is no longer depicting but presenting, is never the same.&lt;br /&gt;The stupidist idea or flippant gesture just may make it the hallmark for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to notice that the coherency of the painting comes as I negate the parts I truly loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1635615902221175716?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1635615902221175716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1635615902221175716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/03/exact-point-where-painting-is-no-longer.html' title='Presenting'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/ScBUo1mdlkI/AAAAAAAAABo/nI61Lt-P_XE/s72-c/3_17_09.gou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-6355261932358049127</id><published>2009-03-12T19:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:26:50.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Illumination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbmvwDBzHJI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EgaxY8Boeo/s1600-h/March.gou.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbmvwDBzHJI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EgaxY8Boeo/s320/March.gou.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312470475441642642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbmvvwBscWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ndx73OImqaw/s1600-h/Marchlands.oil.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbmvvwBscWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ndx73OImqaw/s320/Marchlands.oil.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312470470340931938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same drawing keeps on producing multiple variations, yet I think the illumination of the scene can achieve the same effect while using completely different means. One day, one night, I don't know how much of a difference it makes, as it opens the same door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-6355261932358049127?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6355261932358049127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6355261932358049127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/03/illumination.html' title='Illumination'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbmvwDBzHJI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EgaxY8Boeo/s72-c/March.gou.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-438348262189701898</id><published>2009-03-01T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:04:35.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantheism</title><content type='html'>With Pantheism, Nature does have a larger order. For the artist this must be suggested in some way. However, it must be integrated with the entire structure of the painting. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;merely&lt;/span&gt; depicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This form was used in literature of the ancients. Intervention of the Gods were used as a device to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt; of order to the mortal world where they had no explanation. Having this higher structure operating behind the scenes broadens the mental picture to operate on many levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-438348262189701898?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/438348262189701898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/438348262189701898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/03/pantheism.html' title='Pantheism'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4774492897317456724</id><published>2009-02-02T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:30:57.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elysium</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is absolutely necessary to remove yourself from the mainstream of society in order to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysian life?&lt;br /&gt;Elysium- Greek place where the good rest when they die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4774492897317456724?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4774492897317456724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4774492897317456724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/02/elysium.html' title='Elysium'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5016220175750325505</id><published>2009-01-23T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:39:40.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Path of Travel</title><content type='html'>The path of travel for these paintings is not easy, but I truly do not have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to possibly trace the crazy changes I make in these paintings.&lt;br /&gt;The painting is the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to represent the myths as I know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek myths no longer have any meaning more than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind the Myth &lt;/span&gt;is what I'm interested in. There is something real, and the form must be integrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content trickles in very slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5016220175750325505?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5016220175750325505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5016220175750325505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/01/path-of-travel.html' title='Path of Travel'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-6199606333009700487</id><published>2008-12-03T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:55:22.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greeks</title><content type='html'>Reading the classic Greeks, from the viewpoint of many different writers writing about the same thing. It gives me a picture of  a larger reality that is facinating. The more versions of the same story that I read, the fuller this vision becomes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-6199606333009700487?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6199606333009700487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6199606333009700487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/12/greeks.html' title='The Greeks'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2223096498998224958</id><published>2008-11-09T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:57:25.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "News"</title><content type='html'>Painting becomes very interesting when you start getting what William DeKooning calls "the news". This is what is beyond painting. It trickles in by its own strange ways. It happens when something that was there from a previous will or hope by me, starts to behave with something else that was put down for some other reason and resonates in ways that are beyond my will. Something larger that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting speaks on its own voluptuous accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I usually ask myself after finishing a successful painting is- How did get to this point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2223096498998224958?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2223096498998224958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2223096498998224958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/11/news.html' title='The &quot;News&quot;'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7685717927280268548</id><published>2008-10-25T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:58:10.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicality</title><content type='html'>Rothko wanted to raise painting to the level of poetry and music. The idea of musicality of a painting is interesting. I am facinated when some desperate mark or color can add to this superior structure beyond what I could conceive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7685717927280268548?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7685717927280268548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7685717927280268548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/10/musicality.html' title='Musicality'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2336633450721334394</id><published>2008-10-07T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:59:00.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustain</title><content type='html'>Coming back and looking at the painting for me is an intellectual activity. Just like reading the classics. It is very important to understand reading of painting. This is a secret that will sustain you. It will help you grow and track your development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2336633450721334394?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2336633450721334394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2336633450721334394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/10/sustain.html' title='Sustain'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4395970619883220876</id><published>2008-10-05T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:01:31.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3D Color Tree</title><content type='html'>The way that colors are revealed on my imagination is very fast and has no room for reason. In order to follow in this accord, I must be very organized on my palette. My colors are organized in respect to both hue angle and value. The only problem is that you need 3 dimensions to do this because the CIECAM planes are in 360 degrees and black white and gray are all in the middle. The question is, Where to put the greens?, and how not to mix up dark yellows oranges and reds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to do this I have to continually reorganize my palette. Color must be seen and used associatively, it cannot be reasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content will always reveal itself in the most unpredictable ways. The best is not to think about it and use your instincts. I think about how Rothko conveys his tragic view without any image. I also think about how Titian digs deep into the mysterious content of his late paintings and what is being said by both is essentially the same. Content is not the subject matter solely. It is what is really being said, what is at the heart of being communicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting color to speak in ways that cannot be communicated by any other means is what painting is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4395970619883220876?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4395970619883220876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4395970619883220876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/10/3d-color-tree.html' title='3D Color Tree'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8362303191424797031</id><published>2008-10-03T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:02:42.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atmosphere of Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I  have to get the painting to speak the whole tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not through the depiction of images, but the whole of everything. The mood, the atmosphere, the way every color speaks in its own mysterious way to indicate the very specific and general at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always unpredictable how the results come about. Of course that's why you continue to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8362303191424797031?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8362303191424797031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8362303191424797031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/10/atmosphere-of-tragedy.html' title='Atmosphere of Tragedy'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2054412148498630034</id><published>2008-10-01T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:04:21.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk</title><content type='html'>With honest devotion to the painting I think that you will stumble on the real from time to time. This realness will be inside the poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to draw at dusk. This is when I see better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I walk as I draw, it's like the whole juice gets flowing and I just might make the marks that will point towards something larger than myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2054412148498630034?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2054412148498630034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2054412148498630034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/10/dusk.html' title='Dusk'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5752170019000847057</id><published>2008-10-01T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:06:39.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Associative Color</title><content type='html'>Since color is associative, it's important to continually mix and see the color combinations before you on the pallet. With my temperament, I have to keep my palette clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you exactly what to do without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;You're in trouble when you do what you think you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;It's best to do what you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excess in the true way.  Art does not know compromise. There is a structure to tap into.&lt;br /&gt;It only comes when you loose your fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5752170019000847057?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5752170019000847057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5752170019000847057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/associative-color.html' title='Associative Color'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7416638870782306665</id><published>2008-09-22T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:09:27.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Conception</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that the overall harmony of the painting comes to its own by sheer desperation. I look at some of the elements of my painting and could not even imagine how I could conceive the idea of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to my ideas of conceptual painting. The idea of executing a concept solely, seems like the most backwards way of working a painting that I can think of (in retrospect, this is such a different way of working that I just don't seem to comprehend it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of painting is the continual reinvention of the language. The "idea" comes through the form. Most ideas of artists are pretty stupid. But it doesn't matter. Artists put themselves out on a limb, and we love the poetry of their stupid ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7416638870782306665?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7416638870782306665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7416638870782306665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/beyond-conception.html' title='Beyond Conception'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7752945541319655460</id><published>2008-09-21T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:10:22.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Levels</title><content type='html'>Like poetry, painting needs to be viewed many times over and over.&lt;br /&gt;It is enjoyed slowly on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is better to read a few books thoroughly and truly enjoy them, that to skim through many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7752945541319655460?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7752945541319655460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7752945541319655460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/levels.html' title='Levels'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4976475516706421106</id><published>2008-09-18T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:11:50.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis</title><content type='html'>Bringing a painting up to the point of how I  behave in a crisis always pushes the painting farther. And in a better and unpredictable way that can bring wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I attempt at flattering the viewer, I always get a unexpected negative response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4976475516706421106?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4976475516706421106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4976475516706421106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/crisis.html' title='Crisis'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7525025633584448436</id><published>2008-09-14T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:13:13.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Form and Content</title><content type='html'>As an artist, all you can do is to feed yourself intellectually and when you paint, follow the form as it pleases you. The content will find its way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you have developed culturally and intellectually, the more you can enjoy looking for that little content that squeezed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7525025633584448436?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7525025633584448436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7525025633584448436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/form-and-content.html' title='Form and Content'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7452156549466553550</id><published>2008-09-13T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:13:45.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovid</title><content type='html'>"My inspiration carries me on to new things"   Ovid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nova fert amimus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7452156549466553550?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7452156549466553550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7452156549466553550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/ovid.html' title='Ovid'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-6390152468285575240</id><published>2008-09-10T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:15:10.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Palette</title><content type='html'>It is important for me to paint with my guts as well as to be good with color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the most exciting color harmony comes from just using your guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the palette in such a way that I can see more of the color combinations, will help when all goes instinctual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-6390152468285575240?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6390152468285575240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/6390152468285575240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/palette.html' title='The Palette'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4428619383984872921</id><published>2008-09-06T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:18:17.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene</title><content type='html'>The idea of a painting being described as a scene interests me. A scene is like a part of something larger, as if in a movie of a play. I would like to think of it as a place where a human drama is performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a tension between the depiction of what is happening and the sense of environment that sets the tone for all of this. Painting, like poetry can indicate something very particular by merely suggesting. As far as the figuration of these paintings, I feel as if I am focusing on  setting the scene and then watching the drama unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The form should be read first like music, whereby the content slowly comes to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, I love when the painting begins to speak with its own voice, in its own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one tiny inflection of tone or hue can completely change the painting as a whole. This is one of the most exciting to witness in the poetry of painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way pieces of color are arranged in relation to each other is what creates the illusion of light. These harmonies are what sustains us until the content is distilled and can begin to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4428619383984872921?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4428619383984872921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4428619383984872921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/09/scene.html' title='Scene'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7587027757069509217</id><published>2008-09-03T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:26:26.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TItle of Paintings</title><content type='html'>I look forward to what my paintings will bring forth in the future. I trust that there is no limit to the complexities of nature. That I may stop looking so hard and let these things come forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the seasons change and the sun goes down, it is easier to see / imagine the depth of the space, even between my eyes and the ground I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret laws of painting are somewhere between what you thought you saw and what moves you. This is something very hard to pinpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to title your paintings? What is it that you want to convey in the literal sense to attach to your painting? Should I describe the noun or the or place? Subject of what is being depicted? Should I label what is happening in the painting, or what  it looks like may be happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am standing outside near a tree and say this is a painting of that, and point toward the tree, or if hold my arms out and say a painting of this. The second would encompass what is all around you. Is there a way to make this distinction in the selection of a title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7587027757069509217?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7587027757069509217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7587027757069509217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/02/title-of-paintings.html' title='TItle of Paintings'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2633351137797496823</id><published>2008-08-30T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:31:05.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scales and Modes</title><content type='html'>My goal is to encompass through painting, all that I wish to say and experience. I know that sounds far fetched, but I do believe that it is entirely possible. There has to be a way that all parts of you can seep into the painting under the guise of form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising color paths, just as a musician will play scales and modes until, they begin to slip into the expression in form, without even knowing when they broke from simply doing the scale. This one way that I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will occasionally walk around in the early evening with sketchbook and jot down fleeting impressions and guesses of what I think I see. This exercise can grow into sketches, which  looked at a later date reveal unrelated hints to activate my  imagination. While painting, these "drawings" are really more like a series of keys that help to unlock a larger whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inspiration can come from just about anywhere. A movie, a walk, or the way the sunlight bounces of a porcelain dish. Closing my eyes, I will see even more. The trick is to be able to focus, and say something clear, without being literate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2633351137797496823?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2633351137797496823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2633351137797496823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/scales-and-modes.html' title='Scales and Modes'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3788369210284072709</id><published>2008-08-29T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:34:15.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Artifact</title><content type='html'>The painting itself is really an artifact of a visual language that arranges and rearranges. When the composition is complete it stays as such until it physically begins to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a song is written, the painter must begin with that glimpse, something you thought you heard (saw). Something heard next to something different. Something seen-(imagined) touching down the composition to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3788369210284072709?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3788369210284072709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3788369210284072709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/artifact.html' title='Artifact'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1257886952424266581</id><published>2008-08-23T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:38:20.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A.P. Ryder</title><content type='html'>Charles Dekay on A.P. Ryder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"His pictures glow with an inner radiance like some minerals, or like the ocean under certain states of cloud, mist, wind. Some have the depth, richness and luster of enamels of the great period. He is particularly moved by the lapis lazuli of a clear night sky and love to introduce it with or without the moon. The yellow phase of the moon when she is near the horizon, and also occasionally when she is on the zenith- in Indian summer, or when fine smoke or dust is distributed through the air, find him always responsive to the mystery and poetic charms of twilight and deeper night touch him as they do poets. Ryder attempts to reproduce their actuality in colors."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love the way Ryder clarifies the focus of his pictures. Even though there were others like him, he seems to pop up out of nowhere with no interest in any present art movement. He is clearly anchored in the tradition of great artists of the past, yet is in the present 19th century world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I like this idea of inner light, glow and such. I think that is where painting is truly independent of any of the literate arts. The arrangements of colors-transparent, deep, opaque, thin washes- free dispersion of pigment in a variety of viscosities of vehicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1257886952424266581?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1257886952424266581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1257886952424266581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/ap-ryder.html' title='A.P. Ryder'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1962972546106161856</id><published>2008-08-18T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:44:03.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Composing</title><content type='html'>Painters are very much composers, if you put it into musical terms. The painter doesn't just play someone else's  music He always is composing, while playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I do not understand is why a 21st century composer would never consider not having had played and studied music prior to the 21st century, let alone the 20th. In the case of contemporary painters, most have done a master study here and there, I fail to see many developing a full understand of the language as the musician does. The ones that study techniques from the past usually never make the transition to make it there own. This is where the difference between musician and composer comes into play. The musician has to be able to play from all periods and enjoys this. The composer like the artist, is expected to have a full understanding of and is always a contemporary artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of someone like Gershwin sitting down at the piano, I am reasonably sure that had the ability to experiment with the full understanding of harmony, melody, texture and rhythm. When I here recordings of him playing variations on his own works, I have no doubt that he has complete control over the music as well as the expression of his innermost feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying color harmony and paint/pigment handling along with reading literature and science, helps for the better the appreciation of the medium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1962972546106161856?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1962972546106161856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1962972546106161856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/composing.html' title='Composing'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-7216265928006218451</id><published>2008-08-16T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:49:11.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Century / Dark Tones</title><content type='html'>With all the development in the past century in painting, I don't see how someone in this day can paint without incorporating or exploring fully this past era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hidden connection in the dark tones of color. They speak to each other in ways that are beyond our comprehension.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-7216265928006218451?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7216265928006218451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/7216265928006218451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/20th-century-dark-tones.html' title='20th Century / Dark Tones'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2622410360780581185</id><published>2008-08-09T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:51:29.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial Compensation</title><content type='html'>"Painting-- presents him, and provides him in revelation of its treasures a celestial compensation of both artist and viewer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eugene Delacroix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2622410360780581185?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2622410360780581185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2622410360780581185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/celestial-compensation.html' title='Celestial Compensation'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4347288341273891318</id><published>2008-08-03T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:56:55.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Form and Color</title><content type='html'>The relationship between color and form is something that evades me. At dusk, I look at the local colors and see how they can kind of run into each other. Each thing is made up of its own material with its own molecular structure. The way the light interacts with this structure and reflects is how our perception is of it. Our perception also compensates for the change in light so we don't become confused when light changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a painter, the representation of something should be at the discretion of the artist, and utilized to the most effective means to say what must be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine a writer getting bogged down in the description to the point where it no longer says what his intentions are. He describes enough to touch off the imagination provided by the knowledge of the reader. The painter must also use this play on visual language to get exactly what he wants. This takes a lot of practice and the study of color and the properties of paint. Handling paint is not talked about by artists too much, but this is what there primarily doing all the time. There are so many ways to apply paint. I love having full control over how thick, thin, transparent or opaque the application. Knowing whether to fling and splash the paint on without touching the canvas, or scooching a grainy wash in with my finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4347288341273891318?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4347288341273891318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4347288341273891318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/form-and-color.html' title='Form and Color'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-1248420852989699745</id><published>2008-08-02T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:58:26.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantheism / Fear</title><content type='html'>Painting is the secret worship of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mark that seems like it's going to ruin it always pushes it to a better place. It's the fear that needs to be overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-1248420852989699745?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1248420852989699745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/1248420852989699745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/08/pantheism-fear.html' title='Pantheism / Fear'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5809639990934462489</id><published>2008-07-27T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:50:45.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Present</title><content type='html'>" You must avail yourself of the means which you are familiar to the time in which you live. That technique from another era that you employ to speak to men of your time will always be an artificial one, and the people who come after you, comparing this borrowed manner with the works of the era in which that manner was the only one known and understood, and therefor executed in a superior way, will condemn you to inferiority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Delacroix 1857&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5809639990934462489?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5809639990934462489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5809639990934462489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-and-present.html' title='Past and Present'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3254547812905989814</id><published>2008-07-26T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:25:50.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting- the Verb</title><content type='html'>To write about painting without discussing the spiritual would be absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, most of the drive that creates toward intuition is both the harmonizing factor and the focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting is more of a verb than a noun, more like playing or composing for a musician. The painter both paints (plays) and composes at the same time. This always comes from the love of painting (tools, color, history, materials). It is not the illustration of an idea executed as some kind of joke with the most minimal dependancy on the medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter must be literate, and use it as a tool for gaining insight to his own intellectual endeavor. Painting should not be the illustration of an idea born of the intellectual endeavor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3254547812905989814?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3254547812905989814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3254547812905989814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting-verb.html' title='Painting- the Verb'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3210039832486464192</id><published>2008-07-25T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:55:38.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Light</title><content type='html'>The painting should be able to show in all of its glory - the strength of light and shade to be appreciated even in dim light. Our optical sensors will only detect values and slight tones. But it still should be what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3210039832486464192?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3210039832486464192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3210039832486464192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/dim-light.html' title='Dim Light'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5419587875357678866</id><published>2008-07-24T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:02:06.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbling on Truth</title><content type='html'>Stumbling on the truth. That is what painting can lead to be as you are responding to what you love. The truth has a deep beauty that just kind of happens. This is also the way painting becomes an intellectual endeavor. Sometimes it's fun to just sit in your armchair and decipher what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing daily notes about painting is the best way to be interpreted because it will be filled with repetitions and contradictions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5419587875357678866?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5419587875357678866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5419587875357678866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/stumbling-on-truth.html' title='Stumbling on Truth'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3565025347197880906</id><published>2008-07-23T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:07:44.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Force</title><content type='html'>"In contrast to common opinion, I would say that color has a force more mysterious and even more powerful; it acts, so too speak, without being aware of it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Delacroix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the above statement to be one of the most important, but subtle aspects of painting. I have studies color theory deeply, including Munsell's color paths. All of this is very important, but the most important thing that I have learned, is that color is associative. You cannot imagine the effect until you actually put the color next to the other and see. The set of relationships is always different, so my minds eye can sort of see vague ideas of color, but nothing is really seen until it's down.&lt;br /&gt;I like the term speak when referring to color, because it is a language. A language that must be developed by the artist for his own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to read more of what Delacroix has to say about color. His descriptions show the infinite complexity that can bring about form and light. But I am interested in content as well. When someone looks at the painting and responds, but cannot explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest challenge has been to focus the painting while retaining the cohesive whole.&lt;br /&gt;The figure in my painting is not necessarily depicted. The relationship between the setting or place, and what is going on in that place is the most important to me.&lt;br /&gt;There has to be the human drama. I don't think that it is necessary for the figure to be stuck in there literally.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Rothko was able to have the marriage of content and form. There is the human drama without the figure.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I want to show the human drama at a closer range than the landscape setting, like Titian, but without the literal depiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3565025347197880906?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3565025347197880906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3565025347197880906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/writing-daily-notes-about-painting-is.html' title='Mysterious Force'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-8204296540804647485</id><published>2008-07-17T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:14:34.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>The content of a painting is a mysterious activity. It must settle in slowly to the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man does not have control over nature anymore than he has control over another person's&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. Nature is far more encompassing than we can conceive. In painting, this must be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when the painting begins to speak in its own language, something far deeper than your own literal thoughts or desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you have to start those desires and thoughts. There is no way to fake getting to that point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-8204296540804647485?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8204296540804647485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/8204296540804647485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2037416038332725807</id><published>2008-07-09T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:16:07.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>For a while, each painting is just about sensual delight in paint and material. Then all of a sudden, instead of vague suggestions of images in paint, you start to get the deep slow entrance of content. Content reveals itself in ways that surprise the artist. This the main reason to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2037416038332725807?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2037416038332725807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2037416038332725807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-722803520137124780</id><published>2008-07-04T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:18:30.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Structure</title><content type='html'>The further I paint, the more complicated the structure gets. The closer I look at nature, the more complicated it is. That said, the hard thing to do is to have a focused, concrete image while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;honoring&lt;/span&gt; the complexities of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form is now becoming something that is slowly chiseled out of light. Illuminated by relationships of colors next to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hollywood classic movies, the magic of night scenes are done with a fake built set. This is the only way to illuminate the sensation one feels at night.&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt; hour or night. I think this is because color is no longer the local description. Form becomes a dance through illumination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-722803520137124780?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/722803520137124780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/722803520137124780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/structure.html' title='Structure'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-5691928702604922290</id><published>2008-07-01T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:21:41.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal / Tragedy</title><content type='html'>In Rothko's essay on the plastics in Art, has an interesting view of God and painting. He sees all painting as small variants pointing to a universal God, with inexhaustible variables. He stresses that painting has always been the attainment towards some universal, rather than some imitation of nature. I think that there has to be a direct link to the universal in every painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle says that tragedy has to be about someone great with a major flaw of there own. This can give the catharsis needed for the reader to feel that purification.&lt;br /&gt;Every painting needs to have that human element. I like to use the word tragic, but human drama will also fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to think of my paintings as landscapes. I would rather think of them as scenes where the human element takes place. The difficulty is having it all come together at the same time. The figure and its setting need to come arrive at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be wrong to deny the influence of cinema on my paintings. The element of time in cinema can be translated to painting. The viewer has to learn how to read the painting.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the language of categorizing representations and sorting them out in terms of understanding what the are seeing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope painting to be the direct index to what's being said. Pointing to what you want to say like an arrow or a finger. Poets do this through figuration of words and phrases, arranging in a sensuous way to lure the reader to understand by turning the literal meaning to a glimpse with shear delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-5691928702604922290?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5691928702604922290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/5691928702604922290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/07/universal-tragedy.html' title='Universal / Tragedy'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3946648418476482778</id><published>2008-06-29T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:23:38.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinct</title><content type='html'>With painting, there is always a chance that no matter what you do, it just may work in a way that you would never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trust your instinct, you will most likely be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt yourself for one second, you will surely be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3946648418476482778?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3946648418476482778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3946648418476482778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/instinct.html' title='Instinct'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-2192596590775706266</id><published>2008-06-28T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:28:38.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief</title><content type='html'>Painting is a system of belief.&lt;br /&gt;Sountine's "Landscape at Ceret" at the Baltimore museum of Art, has fascinated me because, it seems to have a logic of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the painting begins to operate in this way, I am amazed. Like meditation, I really don't know how it got to that state, nor could I ever reproduce it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-2192596590775706266?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2192596590775706266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/2192596590775706266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/belief.html' title='Belief'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4798571878045185947</id><published>2008-06-27T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:39:03.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>Painting is my own personal outlet, where things have the chance to come out exactly the way that I want.&lt;br /&gt;Painting has to be a full surrender to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4798571878045185947?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4798571878045185947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4798571878045185947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3578532316879625533</id><published>2008-06-20T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:41:03.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Space / Form / Light</title><content type='html'>If you have truly found your form, the whole world of everything should be opened up to you. Anything that crosses your mind can be incorporated, Anything. Creating the world of light is the central role for the painter.&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at the natural world and its colors, shows me the harmonic relationships of these things. Almost everything I see in nature is modulated.&lt;br /&gt;If you can see how to modulate on the pallet, this will bring the scale to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of achieving space in ways that don't make any sense at all. Think of setting up a relation of harmonic grays and then just float a saturated color that just hovers over there in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when space just presents itself. The smallest inflection could change the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3578532316879625533?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3578532316879625533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3578532316879625533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/space-form-light.html' title='Space / Form / Light'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3913362646447641669</id><published>2008-06-19T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:43:09.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>Content reveals itself in strange ways. Ways which I would not have predicted. If you focus on the light, this alone will create the world, not the image. I'm interested in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at a Poussin painting, I do not see an image. When I look at a Rubens painting, I do not see an image. I see a painting. Poussin digs deep into antiquity, distills those classical forms and fits them permanently into his contemporary world of his classic love. The trees are just as important structure as the figures. The story told has been repeated many times, but he wants to see them fit together where all the pieces flow in this world of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a song need to be like a spell, so does  a painting, A painting needs to create a world in its own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3913362646447641669?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3913362646447641669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3913362646447641669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-79023068550450243</id><published>2008-06-17T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:45:14.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensation</title><content type='html'>I am fascinated by what tiny inflection will make the whole picture unify.&lt;br /&gt;I start always with a sensation. It is impossible to conceive in my mind what will work. My mind must be clear of concepts and ideas. I must trust my instincts however ridiculous it might seem. As I paint, my mind becomes more clear. Clear to the point of meditation. This meditation allows me to confident about every move I make. At this point, there is no such thing as a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony is an associative process that can only be seen and done, All these things just kind of happen by themselves. I trust that the content, the real content, (not subject matter) is somehow in there. At this point you just got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Ryder will write a poem to accompany his paintings. I wonder which came first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-79023068550450243?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/79023068550450243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/79023068550450243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/sensation.html' title='Sensation'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4285939987462264941</id><published>2008-06-16T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:46:09.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prism</title><content type='html'>I like to think of painting as squeezing out prismatic elements that create light amongst each other to describe in a way that cannot otherwise be described.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4285939987462264941?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4285939987462264941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4285939987462264941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/prism.html' title='Prism'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-893250885168939825</id><published>2008-06-11T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:47:27.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how Dante can describe paradise without cheapening the overwhelming effect of eternity. What promoted him to write this book. I  think his beautiful description of heaven could only be done had he some kind of religious of higher consciousness experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-893250885168939825?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/893250885168939825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/893250885168939825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-4283684212017459665</id><published>2008-06-04T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:49:46.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory</title><content type='html'>Try to imaging a composer writing a melody based on music theory. This knowledge will surly help, but the communication of the spirit must work associatively. Moving from one tone to the next with a gaze set on some glimpse that you thought you saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read in the studio in front of an unfinished painting. It helps me sort things out. There is a drama going on, but it is not literal, it must be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting is a constant focusing and refocusing toward that very element. The whole and the part must be in perfect tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things cannot be depicted, they must fall into place at the right time. I have to be prepared to move the composition quickly enough to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-4283684212017459665?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4283684212017459665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/4283684212017459665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/theory.html' title='Theory'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407505104181884392.post-3205249624004787953</id><published>2008-06-02T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:51:39.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Realm of Time</title><content type='html'>Painting exist outside the realm of time. I am transported back and forth aligning myself to artists who existed in any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the classics makes it very clear, the central role of literature in civilization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4407505104181884392-3205249624004787953?l=robdatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3205249624004787953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4407505104181884392/posts/default/3205249624004787953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robdatum.blogspot.com/2008/06/realm-of-time.html' title='Realm of Time'/><author><name>Robert Datum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04218125548110475559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-k2nRnMOY2U/SbLnV3U0JfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/shlINjtLU9c/S220/easle_close.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
