Sunday, January 8, 2017

The Treasures of a Shadowboxes

After having some health problems in the late 1980s, I was counseled by a couple of my physicians that I should change my career from being a freelance commercial artist to something that was less stressful.. I thought about being an art teacher. I had some lousy art teachers and a few good ones. The art professor I had at Utah State University was not only a gifted artist but was a knowledgeable and inspiring teacher. Jon Anderson was recruited by the USU from his successful commercial artist career. I thought maybe I could do the same. I went back to college to search a degree in art education.

I did not know what this path would make for me. While going to school I had three part time jobs, of which one was at a frame shop. I found that framing needed the same skills that I had developed to be a commercial artist. Some of these were design ability, an eye for detail, craftsmanship, and the ability to understand what the client wanted, and give them what they desired.

I ended up spending the next part of my life as a framer. At first I was just an employee, then a manager and finally ended up starting my own frame shop with my good friend Steve.
This is a shadow box I created for my mom.  It holds a lot of memories for her and family.

When I first started framing I entered a few framing contests. My background in advertising design gave to me an added strength over a lot of my peers. The first one I entered was a shadowbox competition. I was told not to get my hopes up since there were others entering that had up to 30 years experience and I might be out of my league. All that did was make me work harder. With less than two years experience, I took first place.

Since that time of being a framer, I had the opportunity to make hundreds of shadowboxes. Now, as I ponder the ones I remember, I regret not taking the time to photo record them. The following are a few that were photographed:

This shadowbox was made of items my brother Keith Browning sent to me while he was in Brazil on his mission. The frame was built out of  piece of moulding that was warped so bad the the only way to use it was to cut it into the small things you see in the final piece.  I have always liked creating things from what many would discard.
This one has a hinged front  that can be opened to add or remove items as desired.





This was done in memory of my daughter Elizabeth. She loved going to the Boise River Festival and to watch hot air balloons. The year she past on, the mayor's office heard how she loved the River Festival and gave me a hot air balloon ride. The pilot signed  one of her Boise Festival t-shirts.  I then built this box to exhibit it.
After  mom past away at ninety-six, my niece Vicki was wanting the Shadow box that I made for mom.  Instead,  I  made her a new one with the items she had. So this is what she got. It is made with 120 pieces of wood, 5 different coats of paint and 3 clear coats to protect the surface.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Abstact Series 14

I really enjoy painting abstracts...it's like going on an exciting journey. The painting guides and directs me in every turn and I never know what will show up around the bend.  Art worth admiring has color, value, shape, form, balance, rhythm and so on. Any successful abstract follows these basic principles of art. I hope you enjoy my last four.

 
Abstract #3.14
Abstract #4.14
Abstract #1.14
Abstract #2.14

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Pencil Watercolor Series


This series started when a local art supply store closed their doors so I was unable to get the buff colored drawing paper that I used for drawing with graphite and white chalk.  I decided to experiment with drawing on paper with watercolor washes to desired color.   I found that by gently scraping off the color pigment  I got stronger whites than I could get with colored drawing paper.  And here are the results:

Squaw Creek during spring run off.
Zoe at preschool.
Fallen leaves in river water.
My granddaughter Wanda and her discovery.
My grandson Kai and his faithful friend Lucy.
 Owyhee county in Idaho.