A collection of photos and acrylic art by Bob. My photos and prints are subject to people's opinions. I've learned to use positive comments so folks look at the good side of life. I had another blog where I posted positive comments for a year. It made a change in my life that continues to last. Greet each new day as an adventure where you can spread your goodwill to others.
An Unexpected Meeting
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| The Visit, Acrylic on paper |
The door opened and a butler welcomed
her in. He took her to the study to meet the man. He arose when she entered,
came over and kissed her hand and looked deep into her eyes and then invited her
to sit.
Who is this man? Why did
he look so deep into her eyes? Was he looking into her soul? Ah, there is
mischief in the air. From time to time visit this page as the story evolves. You can even you own flavor to the story as well.
Aftermath:
They made quire an exquisite couple and shared many thoughts throughout the diner served. They both anticipated more to the visit and he invited her into his study to relax. They embraced and and kissed and soon were exploring each other.
Beware of who might visit you. You never really know who they might be.
Southern Delight
JAZZY FOLK ART
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| Bobdreaux Lamoreaux |
Since this is supposed to be a photography site, I used my Google Pixel 2 XL phone to take the picture.
No trees or animals or people were hurt in this Acrylic painting.
No trees or animals or people were hurt in this Acrylic painting.
A Real Head Turning 36 Ford
Bob's Bad Art is a creation by, you guessed it, Bob. It's for the purpose of showing people through photography and art how one person has improved their life by exploring and creating something folks can view and enjoy the experience. I found this pristine 1936 Ford Phaeton at the Petit Jean show several years ago. It was all original and a joy to see. If I owned this car I could travel the country and forever be happy.
Progress Report: May 14, 2018. I am almost complete with the recovery task. I found 95% of the pictures to enter. The blog offers plenty to see and hear. Review what's in here and come back for another look in the future. BBAs flunky is at work and strangely sober.
Hey, it's 2019, and I decided to add a audio so the viewers have an idea of what the old coot who created this site sounds like.
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| 1936 Ford Phaeton |
This blog had another address. I moved it this location so I could delete another account and not lose access to this blog.
All the material from the previous location remains. I'll start using this address permanently in the near future. I brilliantly deleted the former gmail account and forgot where I had the blog. It's taking to take a while to rebuild this site. I'm still wearing my dunce cap as I work the dark nights.
The Girl in the Roadster
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| Girl in the Roadster |
This is a composite of my wife driving around with the top down. She is an aficionado of open cars. She drives with a lead foot, drives deep into a turn and is light on the brakes. It all started with her Willys Jeepster way back in the 50s. She also drove our Mazda RX7 convertible, and two BMW convertibles of which she claimed undisputed ownership. I was allowed to pay all the maintenance costs and drive on occasion. The car is a composite of vehicles from the 1930s in Europe. The art I do from that era is part Art Deco and part illustrated. When you look at publications from the era you see much of the illustrators efforts.
The Twins from 1924
The Twins, 1924, Cledenon, Arkansas
My next door neighbor owns the consolidated picture of these children from 1924 (93 years ago) and asked me if I could do anything with the picture. The picture was in decent shape. I scanned it into my photos, cleaned it up achieved the first result. He and his wife pointed out their relations and I simply cropped the picture and captured them. The top girl and boy were twins. Life in Arkansas was simple back in those days.
Notice that most of the children don't have shoes. They only wore them, if indeed they had any during the winter. During cotton season children this old left school and went to the fields and helped pick the cotton. Some of my friends did this back breaking work up through the 1950s. There is a Cotton Museum in Scott, AR and one can see examples of how folks, black and white worked the fields.
One thing I noted is that they all appear healthy and robust. The smiles on their faces tell so many stories. In the small photo grouping the little girl in the front has so many freckles you can't count them. Even though they were poor they had to enjoy many things that kids do when they are that age.
Dreamland
If one looks on the internet and searches on Dreamland, Little Rock, a ton of information appears. The building still exists and is in an ongoing restoration. It is used for special events. I wrote the names of some of the acts that appeared in the 30s/40s to show that they featured popular musicians of the day. The girl is a composite of what some of the singers might have looked like. The balcony is a facsimile of what exists today, along with the cracks in the walls. It was a fun project to complete.
I am giving it to the Hays Senior Citizen Center in North Little Rock, AR., for permanent display on their walls. An African-American friend of mine is making the presentation. He was a major player in the "Dreamland" AETN TV show produced this year. It is on line for viewing.
I'm in the "let it set" for a few days before I do the touch up for the art work. I also use a mirror to see how the proportions look before saying "it's done." Photographs also show flaws to correct and I use this technique on what I paint. I finished the touch up and had it framed. It looks great. For me, it opened the door to be more creative.
To see the YouTube video on the pending March 2018 Show; click:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rm3piLH0b3k&index=2&list=PLPeGXc06UBbaI8pdd6bMwd97Hf5dja6--
To see more of my efforts check Google Photos link:
https://photos.google.com/u/1/share/AF1QipNK1PPsmNXKYEK_4oXkp10YZ2y4YcgqcTVSn64EBCR78pcyA1bQ85hIc8Uva_9MOg?key=SlNKRkt4STFBS0Jya21OOGhaMmlpaWJPakxUZzhR
Design Excellence
The beautiful building made me realize how farsighted an architect's vision takes them in the design process. The curves in the building bend so many ways depending on where you stand when viewing the design. The tint used on the glass allows for magnificent reflections from the sky and the surrounding vegetation. The photographer sees the architects dream realized and it is their challenge to capture the essence of the design. This was a fun picture to set up and then see the results.
Abandoned
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| Neglected |
The patina of the bricks on the back side of this old building allow for so much character. It's evident that not too much maintenance is performed on this building. The board propped up against the shuttered window tell of abandonment. Why do you suppose the doorway was bricked over in later years? The weeds growing around the perimeter add to the loneliness. You can only wonder what stories could unfold from its past. If you ever go to Millers Falls, MA., go to the downtown area and I'm sure you'll find the building remains through thick and thin.
Girl By The Water
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| Girl by the Water |
The Fish House
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| The Fish House |
This fish house is located in Guilford, Connecticut. This was the first year I was shooting digital pictures. I used my faithful Konica Minolta for this shot. Apparently many local artists have painted this scene over the years. Taking the shot at this angle makes the fish house stand out. Other shots I have show it as part of a complex of buildings and houses. It's one of those pictures I enjoy looking at and can imagine all sorts of story lines to go with it."The seagulls listened to the murmured conversation from inside the walls"
With An Eye To Freedom
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| With An Eye To Freedom |
I took this picture through a fence trying to capture a feel for being imprisoned.The fence is slightly out of focus as if a person was taking a quick look through it to see where the road to freedom led. The black and white makes it stark and almost hopeless. Sometimes the fence is real and other times it is created in our minds.
The Tortoise and the Dog
The photographer possesses limited art talent. He decided after a 40 year gap to try his hand at creating pieces of acrylic art. He likes art from the Art Deco period so he looked at old Vogue magazine covers and found many excellent choices. He painted this picture for his youngest daughter. It now hangs in her home in Florida. Now for a brief explanation of what he saw as he created the picture. Bear in mind he took liberties and added a few changes from the original work. This picture was his third effort of 2016.
Exaggeration makes this picture whimsical. It is from the Art Deco era and follows the cartoonish figures presented for the public. This picture appeared on the cover of Vogue Magazine in July, 1930. Note the long neck of the girl along with overly long arms and legs. The makeup on her face and her expression looks like a cartoon. The overly long dog looks huge. I added the tortoise and the little house to enhance the scene. I also wrote the attached poem so you can better understand what I did in fact see.
The Tortoise and the Dog
There once was a woman named Lizzy who lived in a small orange house
It was always so clean there was nary a louse
She used to walk on the beach with the dog and throw him a ball
He always returned it, she never had to give him a call
One day on up from water sprung a tortoise named Al
He was looking for someone to be his goodtime pal
All of sudden he discovered Lizzie and the dog playing and exhibiting mirth
Al wanted to become a pal so he thought he’d show his worth.
He scuttled across the sand as fast as he could go to get in their vision
Once they saw him he knew they’d make a good decision
The dog finally saw him and was ready to pounce and play with Al
It could just be that the dog was going to find a new goodtime pal
The dog cut in front of Lizzie and she fell ass over tea kettle
On to the ground covered with sand she did brusquely settle
She laid there blighting as she tried to rise and confront her attackers
But when she got up and looked at the two she knew they were no slackers
They got together and traveled to the local tropical beach bar
Drinking tequila, taking trash, laughing out loud, the sounds travelled far
They bonded together and went to live in the neat little Orange house
The tortoise and the dog now spent their days romping outside;
the world was now their oyster
While inside Lizzie cleaned and outed all the louses;
she had found new happiness for all in their personal cloister
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Never to wander they all stayed together to their final end, laughing, playing, and singing; their spirit fills the surroundings in this snapshot of time for all to see.
The Broadway Bridge, Little Rock and North Little Rock, Arkansas
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| The Broadway Bridge in Late Construction Mode |
The Pier
Anna Maria Island, A Real Lost Paradise
Anna Maria Pier This is the pier on Anna Maria Island in Florida. I lived there in the middle to late sixties. It was paradise.My house, a three bedroom two bath home, cost me $85.00 a month. The pier was just up the street and around the corner. The Anchorage Bar was across the street from the pier. I played in a rock and roll band there on weekends. It was a fun place to dance and meet the Yankee girls when they came south for the winter. I was dating a local girl named Sue and we went out on the pier one night, embraced and kissed. I remember that kiss and Sue to this day.
Later in life I married my wife and we both decided that when we die our children can dump our ashes in Tampa Bay on an outgoing tide to take us to the Gulf. I say this because a friend of mine died and his wife put his ashes in an incoming tide. When she realized it she said: "Julius, you son of a bitch, you never could do anything right.." We all laughed and went to the Sand Bar and drank a beer in his honor.
I spent many a happy hour out on the pier. It was real nice early in morning to just sit and reflect on life. The island is so expensive now that only the super rich live there. What a shame.
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