Art Auction for Japanese Disaster Relief Round Two

My first auction for Japanese Disaster Relief went very well. Congratulations to the high bidders and thanks to everyone involved. We raised $1200.00 in the first round. The second auction is still open. Please follow the link to the Daily Paintworks Help Japan Challenge sponsored by Keiko Tanabe to bid. Again all of the proceeds from this auction will go to one of the Disaster Relief Options listed on the website.

Click here to Bid-Thank you.

Samford at Night

16" x 8"

Art Auction for Japanese Disaster Relief

Samford at Night

16" x 8"

The auction for this painting ends March 23rd at 8pm CST

click here to bid

My wife Noelle and I were talking about the recent earthquake and tsunami in Japan last night and describing how helpless we felt watching the news coverage. Each day brings more shocking news and truly heartbreaking stories. It's so easy to feel small and unable to help and the frustration of watching as we  sit comfortably and safe in our home makes the feeling that much stronger. As we talked I mentioned that Keiko Tanabe and Tom Schaller were auctioning some of their work to be donated to the Japanese Red Cross Society. I had been thinking about doing something similar when I first saw Keiko's post and as I can hopefully reach a different group of people I would like to join them in auctioning some of my images. I have been in touch with Keiko and decided that the proceeds will go to the Japanese Red Cross Society.

The winning bids will go to the Japanese Red Cross Society.

To bid please email me at iainstew@mindspring.com 

The starting bid on each image will be $50.00

The bidding will run through Saturday March 19th at 8pm CST for the last 5 images. The first image is a new auction which will end Wednesday March 23rd at 8pm CST.

To see a list of other artists who are also auctioning their work please click here.

The auction for the paintings below ends March 19 at 8pm CST

Savannah No.1

11.5" x 8.25"

Auction Ended Final Bid $125.00

North Georgia No.1

12" x 19.5"

Auction Ended Final Bid $200.00

Basillica di Santa Maria del Fiore

8" x 10"

Auction Ended Final Bid $275.00

Marina No. 1

13" x 9"

Auction Ended Final Bid $300.00

Chicago Tour Boats

14" x 6.5

Auction Ended Final Bid $300.00

I would like to thank all of the people who participated in this auction. Together we have raised $1200.00 for the Japanese Red Cross. The Samford Hall auction will continue until 8pm CST March 23 and the current high bid is $250.00.

http://artauctionsforjapan.blogspot.com/

Commuter No.2

The Commuter No.2

27" x 10"

A return to a previous painting and a follow through with a move from a carefully done study to a much larger painting. 

Savannah

Here's a new one. This little fella lasted all of 12 hours on my facebook page before being snatched up by a new collector. Thank you.

West Bay Street   Savannah, Georgia

7" x 18"

Pratique Des Arts

Very exited to get my copy of the french art magazine, Pratique des Art Hors-Serie Aquarell. Check out page 36. This issue is full of fantastic work from watercolor artists around the world and it's a real honor to be included. A special nod to Tom and Tracy who are showcased as well.

Delancey to the Williamsburg Bridge

Delancey to the Williamsburg Bridge

20" x 8.5"

Here's the latest. I've been pretty busy juggling teaching plans, rendering, and prep for my upcoming show. Not that I'm complaining by any means. It's nice to be tired at the end of the day. In this one I wanted to give a nod to my love of detail while still retaining a bit of the looseness I've been working on over the last year or so.

No Sunday Painter- written for the Montgomery Arts Guild Winter Newsletter

No Sunday Painter - Iain Stewart Oct 2010

An excerpt from the diary of an architectural illustrator prior to the crash.

It’s 6:30 am and I’ve been up for 3 hours. The newest illustration is nearing completion, but I can’t see it. My eyes have given up long ago and the brush in my hand is moving on it's own. Over the James Lee Burke book on tape I hear the dogs starting to move around and that means that the only one who can tell me if I’m going to crash and burn or pull off another one is getting ready for her day. As she makes her way through the house I ambush my wife in the kitchen by the coffee maker which is still warming the dregs of the last pot I made at five. 

I must look absolutely crazy. I’ve been in the same pajama pants for three days now and my hair is sticking out at odd angles. The last of a 3 image job sits awaiting her verdict and as Noelle calmly navigates past the dogs awaiting their breakfast, and the husband awaiting her counsel, to the studio, I trail behind her shot through with nervous energy. 

“Oh yeah babe that looks great!”

Something in me relaxes and I start to feel the combined stress of working around the clock, microwave meals, and 300 cigarettes begin to fade. I look at the offending painting and realize that it does look good. My tired eyes can take it in and overall it’s working for me. I sit down with my wife on the back porch and begin to talk about how I’ve got to make a change and how I feel like I need a break or something, but there are more jobs lined up. I’ve got today to get my rest in and I’m back at it tomorrow with a multi-use project for an architect out of Charlottesville. Five images due in just under two weeks. 

Rinse repeat.

Then the bottom fell out of the economy and I found myself with all the time in the world.

Be careful what you wish for or at the very least be prepared. 

To be honest my work load is definitely cyclical. I have been an architectural illustrator in watercolor for the last 14 years. I am used to not having a lot of work on in January, but as February rolled around and the phone still sat silent I began to worry. I had managed to keep myself busy by beginning to work on some images for a father and son show slotted for the end of the year at David Braly’s gallery in Montgomery. I was enjoying myself and beginning to build up a few images that would work for the show, but I certainly wasn’t generating any income. The solution I came up with was fairly simple and probably ill advised unless you are very good at living without a safety net. I would let the work come if it did, but while I had the downtime I had been so desperate for when I was overworked, I would use it to better my painting. 

Architectural illustration is a precise and formulaic form of creativity and architects are extremely specific about how an image should represent their vision. It doesn’t allow for exploration during the painting process nor does it allow for mistakes. As an illustrator you must supply an image that accurately portrays the design while placing it in a setting that is both inviting and representational of an actual site. While it can be undeniably fulfilling as a means of artistic expression; it is always coupled with the restrictions that creating for a client involves. Many decisions are not mine to make and as I work through the layout of a rendering it is more of a choreography of different ideas than a single artistic vision. 

As I began to paint for myself in earnest that January in 2009 I found that one of the most difficult things I had to overcome was the complete freedom involved. This may sound ridiculous, but remember I am trained to work as a team member suddenly I found myself playing one on one. My early paintings in 2009 are mostly architectural pieces and are highly technical and detailed, but as I began to understand that I was free to paint anything I started to open up. The realization that I was allowed to make mistakes and actually ruin paintings was incredibly freeing. Not that I set out to do either, but the knowledge that no image should become too precious or self important while it is being worked on allows me to express myself in a more honest way. If I set out to paint a masterpiece I will almost invariably fail in that attempt. However, if I approach a painting with no preconceived notions about its merit I usually end up with something that speaks to me. 

As for the last year and a half or so it’s been the best, most creative and disciplined time of my life. I’ve painted almost every day and when I haven’t it’s been on my mind. I believe that’s the key. My work is constantly in my thoughts. That, of course, is an incredibly selfish way to live, but in my case at least, the one person who should be angry about that is the most supportive and that’s how wonderful life can be at times.  

The joy I’ve found in simple observation is perhaps the most surprising aspect of this entire experience. My subjects tend to be mundane and ordinary settings. The sort of thing that a local would walk past every day and not notice. That play between the hidden in plain sight, the natural and man made, in the rural and urban landscape are what intrigue me. I enjoy finding those hidden places that many overlook. 

I’ve had some successes and a bit of recognition for my work lately, both locally and nationally. These little victories help along the way as I can very easily let negative thoughts bring my goals into question and those goals are fairly simple; continue to paint and push myself in a positive direction, never take anything for granted, and above all don’t let up. 

As the design industry begins a long climb out of an unbelievably deep hole my phone has begun to ring with more frequency and I have started the juggling game that will be necessary not to find myself burnt out and ready for a recuperative stay in some sort of home. I don’t think it will come to that. The freedom I’ve experienced over the last couple of years is translating into my architectural work as well. The renderings are fresher, more lively, and I get to push them in directions I wasn’t able to before this all started. I will have late nights or early mornings as the case may be, but just as often as not the client will be me. 

I am the son of Muir Stewart and Fiona Macleod and between them I have been raised the child of a painter, teacher, actress, architect, illustrator, social worker, late in life career changers, and self confessed dreamers. My brother Matt and I were brought from Scotland to Ghana to North Carolina and finally Alabama. I have watched my father paint my entire life and if there’s anything I know about him is that when he is painting at his best all of our lives are better.

Walking the Bridge

7" x 5"