Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Apps for the Artist

Along with your Bristle Filbert #2 and Cerulean Blue, there are some nifty technological tools that can help your artistry. Smartphone and tablet  apps can help you work your way through a difficult pose or a critical color choice. Or, simply just provide some inspiration. Some are free, some have a modest price. Most are iOS universal.

Anatomy Lab
Current Version: 1.2.3
Delve into the body and look at muscular and bone structure

Poseable and Poseable Lite
Current Version: 2.0.5
$1.99 or Free for Lite
A poseable mannequin

Color Wheel RYB
Current Version: 1
A Color wheel and explanation

Color Companion-Analyzer
Version: 1.1.1
Analyze, compare, find, convert, create palettes, and more. All for Colors.

Art Authority
Version: 3.6.1
Cost: $4.99
Over 1000 Classical Paintings at your Finger Tips

Art Authority for iPad
Version: 4.8
Over 1000 Classical Paintings at your Finger Tips

John Baldessari: In Still Life
Cost: Free
Create your own Still Life with John Balderassi’s Works

The Artist (Series)
Multiple Versions
$.99 Each
Versions for Renoir, Van Gogh etc
Look at classical paintings by specific artists, read a biography, and learn about their motif.
Animal Anatomy
Version: 1.0
Cost: $1.99
The anatomy of over 1000 different animals.

Version: 2
Take a picture of your still life and then use this app to change the lighting so you can test it without actually moving all the real lights and losing what you already have.

Paint Pro Classic
Version: 1.2.1
Another palette app. Find colors in photos, by numbers or name, and then make your own palette.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

A Quiet Time

Our intern, Rebecca Horovitz, roamed the empty studios in the time between the regular school year and our summer workshops. It offered a chance for some intriguing photos - and a touch of poetry:

The halls of Studio Incamminati are devoid of students. The light is white and lonely.

Despite being surrounded by people outside, the building is quiet, not solemn, but respectful of the noise and rebellious in it's lack of it. Even looking out over the city I feel above the tallest buildings.

 Through into the studio the cold air differs from the outside squelching heat, preserving paint, canvas, and memories.

Moments before I felt I was the tallest being around, now looking at the easels I feel as an ant, in awe of their monolithic company and age. How many artists have they helped hold up with their wooden arms?

As I walk through ghosts look at me through their paintings. I look at each one and see the effort and love put into them. These pictures are not lonely without the students: They have each other, the easels, the paints, the smell of old brushes and new brush cleaner. 

As I walk through the halls I see art everywhere, and not just in the paintings.

I come across a lone artist like a tiger in a jungle of easels. The tiger sits staring at her prey, examines it, knows it, becomes one with it as she comes to understand what it means.

After watching the tigress and it's quarry I begin to head out, but I feel eyes staring at me.
A surprise! Hidden between the stacks, it lies perfect in its incompleteness; waiting for the new students to come and the old ones to return. It lies half out of its home, eager, and knowing that it is nearly time to begin once again.

Leaving whence I entered the monoliths line up and wish me goodbye, their creaking telling me they anticipating the new paint that will be splashed across them as they hold their cloth idols.

Studio Incamminati is waking up