Media FAQ's Part 1: Stories on Art, Life & Derby (Copyright 2011 Lesley Humphrey)

The first Saturday in May and the Kentucky Derby and Oaks races loom close.  As a result, I am being interviewed regularly. Recently, as I was out of the country, I was asked to answer questions for an interview via email.  What resulted was a thorough overview of my life and art as it relates to the Derby commission.  Posting much of it here gives me a great opportunity to update you on this amazing Derby adventure....Grab a cup of coffee and read on...

Q: Can you tell me your age, where you're from and where you live?

I was born on May 6th 1957 (53) so the Oaks day is my birthday! I was born in Lancashire, England and am still a British citizen. I live with my husband, Larry Humphrey, and our children Lauren (25), Ashley (23) and Christopher (20) in Texas (northwest Houston) where we have a small horse farm, and Charlotte, North Carolina. We also own a small gallery in Tomball, TX, which we lease to local artists. My studio is above the gallery.

Q: What first inspired you to become an artist? Was there a particular person or event that encouraged or inspired you? 

I cannot ever remember a moment that I was not drawing horses. My mother says I was born loving horses. (She has zero interest, so she attributes it to her great grandfather who loved and trained horses for the cavalry in the Boer War!) My father was a commercial artist, so materials were always on hand. It was probably dreaming and hoping to own a horse of my own that led me to draw them incessantly. (I would drop out of trees onto the farmer's cart horses, then wonder how to get off safely once I got bored.) I would fashion horses out of clay from the stream as they grazed around me. My bicycle was a steed, complete with reins and a temperamental mechanism that ensured I "came a cropper" regularly.

In truth, the skill of drawing was developed from a very early age as I fashioned horses and ideas from my vivid imagination, and also from capturing the horses and ponies I rode throughout my childhood. I was encouraged by many people, from relatives to teachers, during my formative years. However, as happens to many would-be artists, I was encouraged to "get a proper job" and therefore pursued a legal career until I turned 30, had two children, and decided to pursue art; something for which I believe I was designed to do.

I was very unimpressed with the college art programs available to me in Dallas/Fort Worth area at the time, and so I searched for a mentor and found him in a Houston artist by the name of Dick Turner. I was fortunate enough to study with him for 6 months before he sadly passed away, but during those precious months, I learned the fundamentals of "how to see" and paint; The skills learned with my mentor, along with his passion and spirit, permeate every aspect of my art even today.

Q: How did you develop your artistic style?

I would say I have followed an individual path, guided by a special "litmus test" for direction: There have been some paintings that have caused, I would say, a "liquifying feeling" inside of me; There have been works of art that, once encountered, have changed my life and journey forever. I those moments, the art seems to bypass my critical mind, sending a wordless message to the deepest part of me. When this happens, I know there is something that rings like a bell within me, that I have to perhaps 'uncover' rather than discover what that is. I then set about learning, with a fervor, all that I can that causes that reaction.

My family and I have been to some of the most incredible museums in the world. I would say I am drawn to style and substance, rather than image and technique. My early influences were the Russian Itinerant painters, specifically Serov, Repin and Fechin. (I even studied from a Russian iconographer so I could better understand the soul of these painters! I'm not Catholic by the way.)

A massive upheaval to my style occurred in 2005 when my 44 year-old younger sister passed away after a long battle with M.S., when I stopped looking at external imagery for information, and instead went deep inside for content. Unable to paint my normal genre, I chose to paint for her four paintings, representative of the four seasons of her life, two of which I felt she had not experienced. This caused a creative shift: I chose to paint upon gold gesso, representative of the love and life force that exists behind things. The images that I produced were expressive of my emotional, rather than visual content, causing my inspiration to change forever thereafter. I believe the qualities that I excavated at this time, a time when my ego crumbled away, were the very qualities that endure now and are, perhaps, the reason I was chosen this year.

My artistic content and style matured when I discovered the "Glasgow Four": Charles Rennie MacKintosh, Mary McDonald, Frances McDonald and Herbert McNair. These remarkable painters of the early 19th century were pivotal in developing the Art Nouveau movement, even affecting none other that Gustav Klimt, who's aesthetic changed forever after showing with them in Austria. More importantly for myself, is that their work was created to illuminate ordinary people's lives, and not just for the elite.

Other "liquifying" painters are Kandinsky, Van Gogh and Deibenkorn, and I have developed my own voice by studying in a variety of ways, over the years. I know my journey will never be over. It is a journey rather than a destination. A journey that I love, and a journey I love to encourage in others.

Q: Where else has your work been displayed or what other commissioned artwork have you produced?

In addition to several gallery and art exhibitions, my work has been displayed in several museums including: Marietta-Cobb Museum, Atlanta, GA, Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, TX, International Museum of the Horse, Lexington, KY, Pearl Fincher Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, and Wildlife Experience Museum, Denver, Colorado. In addition, I have exhibited at notable British establishments including Christie's, London, Mall Galleries, London, and Royal Horse Guards/Hyde Park Barracks. I have taken one other corporate commission, that of the Sam Houston Race Park, Houston, Texas. I have also been commissioned by many remarkable and generous patrons, most notable to the equine field: Mr. and Mrs. John Paul Miller, Mr. and Mrs. Sonny Knight, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Friedkin, Mrs. Wayne Lyster, Doctor and Mrs. Lavin and Mrs. and Mrs. R. Brown, to name a few.

Of particular interest to you may be the fact that I was presented to H.M. the Queen by the Royal Grenadier Guards, after I had done a painting for them of the retiring Brigadier General. This I did in honor of, and for my wonderful Uncle Norman and his fellow servicemen from World War II. I would like to refer you to full story in the following link to my website, if you have a need of it: http://lesleyhumphrey.net/the-artful-life/2010/11/15/the-day-i-met-the-queen/

Q: What sorts of materials/paint do you usually work with? What did you have to do differently for the Derby paintings?

My primary medium is oil. However, I love to use watercolor, acrylic and charcoal too, but always in the same manner. My technical execution is exactly the same, no matter what the medium. This astonishes watercolorists, until they see me paint! Often, even when oils and watercolors are exhibited side-by-side, people cannot easily identify the media I used.

The Derby image was executed in my usual way; i.e., "excavate a powerful idea and express it from the inside of the canvas, outwards!" It's a very expressive technique. However, the Oaks and Paddock paintings were orchestrated with close direction and input from the publishers, which required a more illustrative approach, yet utilizing the same design principles.

Q: Have you ever been to the Kentucky Derby? If so, what was the experience like and how did it inform the pieces you produced? If not, are you coming this year, and what do you look forward to most about the event?

I have never been to the Kentucky Derby. It's always been a dream, and I knew I would go one day. I just didn't know when and how.

Since my good paintings always come from a personal response to the subject, I had find a way to make the project personal. I had, years before during one of my artistic residencies, driven to Churchill Downs when it was not even open, just to see the spires and backstretch through the fences (It is like hallowed ground to me), but that wasn't enough for an emotional connection. If I was chosen for this commission , I considered that it would likely be one of the most important pieces I have ever done and I wanted it to be so much more than self-aggrandizement. I love to quote Vincent Van Gogh who said "Every good piece of art is an act of generosity." I interpret this by meaning it ought to illuminate the best qualities, and if possible what connects us, and not what divides us. The artistic journey, the kernel for the Derby piece came in April 2010 at a racetrack just outside of Louisville, Kentucky. I wrote about it in my journal and so I'll copy it here.... I think it's a great story....(as you can already tell.... I love to write and do so every day.) Here goes:

“It probably started when Clare Jett said to me, “If you are the Derby artist, what would you need for your art?” I said “I want to feel the Derby. Perhaps if I could stand in the dirt, on the finish line? Talk to the people who live with, train, groom and care for the horses here, every day?” You see, I know that I wanted to capture the spirit of the Derby, not just the visual image. I knew my inspiration would come from feeling the heartbeat of the Derby and its people. I knew my quest would begin when I went to Lexington to stay with my good friends Judy and John Paul Miller.

I felt that this opportunity, this vast potential for audience, which had come to me through a series of synchronistic events, had come to me for a reason. Knowing myself, I realized that my greatest challenge would be to carefully manage my own thought processes; to not let my ego run amok and jeopardize my chance at creating something truly worthwhile, that everyone could enjoy. You see, whilst I know I can paint rather well, I believe that Art should be born out of generosity, rather than personal achievement. I would love it if, when seeing the work and feeling beauty within it, rather than see it as something beyond themselves, I want the work to be a mirror of what is best and common to all of us. I want them to recognize themselves within it, and love what they see.

With thoughts like these germinating inside of me, I went to Lexington to teach my horse painting workshops at the American Academy of Equine Art. When I shared my recent news with my friends and patrons Judy and John Paul Miller, and my plan to meet Clare about the Derby commission over the weekend, Judy came up with a wonderful plan to give me a real flavor of the Derby. She said, “After your class on Friday, why don’t we go to Louisville, stay at the Brown Hotel (a Derby society ‘crown jewel’ since 1923), then we’ll get up Friday morning and watch Timeless Fashion train, meet Clare for lunch at Churchill Downs, and watch the races?” What lovely friends I have. (Thank you Judy.) What a lucky break there was a race meet that weekend....

Well, this seemed like a stellar idea to me. I’d been wanting to see Timeless Fashion, Judy’s wonderful racehorse, for a couple of years and jumped at the chance to do both things. It would give us the chance to catch up on art, life and the occasional gossip (we are women, after all....) so off we went.

As I walked into the Brown Hotel, viewing the brocade, lavish marble and art, I imagined I could hear the echoes of excited voices, smell the intoxicating aroma of fine cigars, see the women in the beautiful gowns of days gone bye. I thought to myself , ‘Whether I win this commission or not, this is wonderful experience is enough’ and felt such gratitude. To complete the experience, we treated ourselves to a ‘Kentucky hot brown’ for dinner. I decided I would allow myself a ‘mint julep’ on the day, if I was fortunate enough to attend the Oaks or Derby, wearing a fabulous hat.

We arrived at the training barn of Tom Drury Jr. The morning was hot and the horses were hotter. Everyone was so upbeat and happy, except the banty rooster who was completely offended at being caught and shown to me. As soon as we walked into the barn, the beautiful, 16.1 hand bay, stakes winning thoroughbred that is Timeless Fashion became very excited upon seeing Judy. I felt very touched. He strained to reach her. (The feeling was only slightly diminished when I realized it was the rustling bag of special treats that always accompanied her, that may be the cause of his amorous gestures.)

One horse in particular caught my eye. A most gorgeous dark brown/black stallion was about to walk onto the track. He took my breath away. I was soon introduced to his owners, ‘Doc’ and Mrs. Betsy Lavin, and shared my appreciation of the beautiful horse. Mrs. Lavin said “Handsome is as handsome does. We’re in this game to win!” As I watched the next gorgeous crop of hopefuls gallop into the misty blue and pink of the humid morning, it dawned on me that these were the people who live the Derby dream 24-7, 365 days a year. It flows through their blood like fine Kentucky bourbon, fuels their dreams and infects them with passion. I took a deep breath, turned to Betsy Lavin, and said “If, by some chance I am the Derby artist next year, I will hope to infuse my art with what the spirit of the Derby, rather than the look of the Derby. I know this is a lot to ask, but if you could sum up what the Derby is to you, would you be so kind........?”

What a generous soul. Holding on to the rail, Betsy looked out, not at the track, not at the horses, but over the rolling hills of the Bluegrass and said “.... It’s so much more than a race. It’s a life. It’s a big, beautiful tapestry of life. It represents the past, and it’s the future. It makes and it breaks people. It’s the breeders, the trainers, the people, hopes and dreams. Why, when a horse wins the Derby it keeps us all going for many years to come. It’s life.” She then began to tell the story of a horse she had raised for John Ed Anthony of Loblolly Stable, and had loved with a passion named Prairie Bayou. She told of the day he finished 2nd in the Derby, won the Preakness, and the devastation of his Belmont, where he was put down.

The cycle of life, and how lives are all woven together became apparent as Betsy and Judy told the story of Justin Vitek, a close friend and regular rider for the Drury Racing Stable who lost his young life to cancer in January, 2010 at the age of 36, leaving behind a large family and 6 year old daughter Bree Vitek. At his request, he was buried in the silks he wore when he guided Timeless Fashion to his maiden win at Turfway Park - the last race Justin would ride before being diagnosed with Leukemia. To honor the young jockey, Turfway Park decided to host a memorial for the family during the running of the Prairie Bayou Stakes (named after the great racehorse, now buried on their farm). The Millers and their partner Bob Liedel had intended to run Timeless Fashion in the Prairie Bayou stakes, and decided to donate a portion of any winning proceeds to fund Bree Vitek’s education.

I like to think of it as the spirit of life that sometimes takes opportunities of situations like this to show us all that, in the end, things happen for a reason.... Timeless Fashion won the Prairie Bayou stakes, with Vitek’s good friend James Lopez on board, wearing Judy’s silks, with the whole family watching and benefiting from his efforts. Timeless Fashioned blasted past the finish line with Lopez pointing to the sky. When Justin's mother Kathy Vitek presented the owners with the winning trophy, they handed it back to her. The families of Vitek, Lavin, Miller, Drury, Lopez, and a host of others now all woven together in the tapestry of life, if only for a moment.

Now that’s a Kentucky story.

Stories like this are attached to every life of every living creature and person, connected with the Derby trail.

I felt I had discovered the pulse of the Derby.

Betsy graciously invited Judy and I to her farm to see her home and her art collection. To person who hungers for art such as myself, who travels the world’s museums quenching my thirst, being invited to see a personal collection in situ, in the home, showed me the very life and soul of the family and it’s loves. A rich, textural variety of images with Prairie Bayou’s gentle image at the center. So I thought again to myself, “Even if I do not win this commission, this is enough, and I’ll never forget these past two hours.”

I felt privileged.

The magic continued as Doc and Betsy graciously offered us their passes to the Churchill Downs Turf Club for lunch, and their box from which to watch the races later that day. We had a wonderful lunch and meeting with Clare Jett, and I tried to contain the excitement that was welling up within me, whilst the feeling of kismet that was beginning to enfold me. We three happily got to know one another, watched the races, and took photos. I chatted with paddock officials whilst enjoying all the colors and life abounding there, then finished my Churchill experience by visiting the art installations and Derby museum. It was all just delicious.

Did it all end here.... this wonderful day? No, it did not. That evening I accompanied Judy and John Paul to a graduation party and outdoor barbecue at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Neil Howard at Lexington’s Gainsway Farm. As the sun went slowly down, intense colors bowed to muted grays setting the stage for a symphony of fireflies that set the rolling hills aglitter. I was encircled by horse people of Lexington, and their families, all having a good time as we shared stories of horses, hunting and racing together. All were characters, and all had life dancing in their eyes like the fireflies all around us, twinkling in the bluegrass.

This day cemented my love for the Bluegrass, forever.”

This Judy's horse, Timeless Fashion, from the same day.

Amuleto VO and I.

I didn't want to miss an opportunity to show you my friend Linda Graham's lovely Lusitano stallion Amuleto.  He's appeared in some PR recently, but people keep forgetting to list his name, so I just had to give him a plug here.  Thanks Linda, for lending me your best guy!  Good luck at Pin Oak tonight!

Unveiled: My official 137th Kentucky Derby Art (Copyright 2010 Lesley Humphrey)

VICTORY 24 x 18 oil on panel. Official Art, Kentucky Derby 137. (Collection Mr. Bob Evans, CEO, Churchill Downs)

Vincent Van Gogh once remarked that any ‘good’ painting is an act of generosity. Whilst I cannot be so bold as to label any artful attempt as good or bad, it’s safe to say that I do hope for my work to be considered ‘good’. With this in mind, I approached VICTORY with you in mind. When you look at the painting, I want YOU to feel like the winner. You are part of the winner’s circle and this is your horse, coming to you, looking at you. Every gesture, shape, line and layer was created with this intention in mind.

LILY, JIM, ROSE & JULEP 24 x 18 oil on panel. Official Art, Oaks 137. (Available for purchase, 100% of my proceeds to benefit Horses & Hope charity)

Fashion, fun and fancy hats were my inspiration for the Oaks poster. On Oaks day, the ladies parade like rows of beautiful flowers. Derby traditions were integral to creating my race goers. Allow me to introduce them to you: First there’s Lily… She’s a bit of a stargazer. Next to her is Jim…. He’s always got a beam in his eye. Rose, as usual, is laying all over everyone, and Julep, brings everything fresh and fun to the group.

Here I am signing prints on November 19th at my unveiling champagne reception at Churchill Downs.

Thank you everyone for making me feel so welcome, and thank you to all my Lexington friends for taking the time to drive up for the occasion. It meant so much to see your lovely faces in the group. Your presence reassured me more than you can imagine.

The Derby Beat: A Poem (copyright 2010 Lesley Humphrey)

DERBY SPIRIT 2010, by Lesley Humphrey

When it finally settled in that I was going to be the official 137th Kentucky Derby artist (2011), I thought about what I would love the painting to be about.... I asked myself "If there was one last work of art I could do in the world, what would I want my children to know?"

The Derby, life, and any kind of achievement in the world is as a result of not giving up.  I thought about my friends who were sick.  I thought about the great Kentucky people I know as they strive each year for that Derby super horse that will keep the industry going.  I thought about my great grandfather who went to the Yukon in search of gold... twice, and about my sister who died in 2005 after a long battle with M.S.... And I decided that it had to be about NOT GIVING UP, and then a poem came to me.....

Now, this painting was not the one selected for the Derby images, and so you see it here unfinished, but it is the accompanying poem that is flowing from person to person like a balm.  I cannot tell you what it means to me, that it has touched people who have lost jobs, are fighting dreadful personal battles, and even young college students.  It has legs of its own.... It's written for you, whoever you are....

THE DERBY BEAT by Lesley Humphrey (2010 All rights reserved)

When sometimes you feel out of place,

You’ve further to run just to stay in the race,

And the journey ahead seems too hard to face

.......Don’t give up

 

When legs become weak, and muscles burn,

And the earth beneath you begins to churn,

To safer ground, your thoughts may turn, yet

......Don’t give up

 

When your heart can offer you nothing more,

When defeat descends like a leaden door,

With your confidence leaking from every pore...

.....Don’t give up

 

When all you can do is stay in the race,

Rejecting all compromise; not saving face,

When you dig deep just to keep your pace

.....Don’t give up

 

You’ll reach a point when, as you make the last turn,

From deep within, a force starts to burn,

Internal fires fueled, when you yearn... just...

.....Don’t give up

 

The finish line, that glint of gold

Is reached by those who do not fold,

For guiding hands come to the bold, who

.....Don’t give up

 

That vein of gold you rush to meet,

The pulse of life pounds with your feet,

You’ll find resolve in every beat, when you

.....Don’t give up!

.....Don’t give up!

.....Don’t give up!

.....Don’t give up!

.... Don’t give up!

The Day I Met the Queen

When I was 11 years old, my school did a field trip to London and I remember pressing my face against the bars of Buckingham Palace, wishing that one day I could see inside.  Fast forward to eight years ago; I was in a seminar and asked to write down what I would consider the greatest symbol that "I had made it".  I wrote:  "To meet the Queen."  In May 2006, as I walked through the great gates of Buckingham Palace, and set foot upon the gravel, these memories came rushing back and I finally understood what people meant when they wrote that art transcends all social boundaries.  My art had brought me here.  I felt such gratitude.

For, and in honor of my wonderful Uncle Norman Ball and his fellow soldiers, all veteran soldiers, I executed a painting of the Grenadier Guards' Brigadier General, so they could present it to him upon his forthcoming retirement.  Much to my surprise, months later, as the Grenadier's artist, I was invited to the Trooping of the Color (the Queen's "invitation only" birthday parade), and to spend a weekend with the Grenadiers, attending their memorial services in Wellington Barracks, meeting several dignitaries, including Prince Philip. This weekend was pivotal, was indeed a turning point in my life, for many reasons.

The memorial service at the Royal Military Chapel, was a beautiful, and solemn affair attended by military officials, Lords, Ladies, and the handful of old veteran guardsman still alive from World War II, including my own Uncle Norman.  I felt privileged and  touched beyond I can explain, as I begun to more fully understand the idea of duty, and of being a part of something much more important, and greater than yourself.

When I was placed in line to meet our Queen, a wizened old man, draped in medals, fully uniformed and wearing a beret upon his 80+ year old head, was wheeled up and put behind me.  I could not tolerate this, after the service and all I had learned at Wellington Barracks.  To be here and standing in front of this man, just because I could paint, seemed unimaginable to me.  I asked him if he had ever met The Queen, and he said "Oh no, love.  But I do get to come every year to get a glimpse of her."  Well .....I started to get his wheelchair and put him in my place. I was told I could not do this... and I started to cry.  The Queen's Equerry came up, in all his pomp and regalia and asked what was the matter, and I explained I would prefer to stand behind this veteran and that I just couldn't have him behind me.  He asked people to move aside and took the old man's details and decided to allow us both to stand in line.  The old man was as erect as he could be in his wheelchair, and when it was his turn, I believe The Queen spent more time with him than with anyone else in the lineup.  I was incredibly impressed that she was keen to know his battalion, and knew every sortie he has served in, and spoke to him with great dignity.  He could not speak as his old hand held mine until we were all released.  For myself.... when she looked at me and asked me about the painting I did for the Household Cavalry (this one is in Hyde Park Barracks of her drum horse Constantine) I thought she was so incredibly beautiful, even though she's just turned 80.  Her skin was like porcelain, and her eyes as violet-blue as the zenith.  Everyone kept saying "She spend a lot of time with you didn't she?"  But it was only a minute.... a beautiful minute.

Since 2006, I have never put this in the newspaper; Never used it for publicity, because I felt it was a gift too meaningful to brandish about in the media, and I wanted to savor the experience as the deep and solemn honor it was.  I was changed forever, because I finally understood duty and being a part of something bigger than yourself, personified by all the old soldiers and the Queen.  It was, and always shall be, so much more than an event to me.  I have decided to share the story with you now because, in the light of the upcoming Kentucky Derby notoriety, I am being asked about it, and thought it was time to share it, at last..... with my best wishes to you, and especially to the Royal Grenadier Guards and all the young and old people in the armed forces ... wherever you are.

Painting From Memory...

January 2010: FRENCH QUARTER POODLE. 8 x 5 watercolor on paper.

My husband and I went to New Orleans recently, taking my daughter to college, and hoping to catch some jazz (he to listen, me to watch and sketch).  It was too cold.. brrrr.  Wind howled through the streets and the only people walking were doing so at a great rate, from car to house... Except for this guy.  I observed him while drinking tea from the lovely breakfast room of a very cool, artsy hotel (Danny Glover was two tables away.)  A massive, coffee-coloured french poodle was dragging a cossack down the street, backpack bouncing madly, scarves a-flailing, and I thought "Darn! Where is my sketchbook or camera?"  Never mind, I thought.  I'll take a mental snapshot.  Back in our room, Larry read the paper and I painted this.  (You can buy it from New Editions Gallery, Lexington, KY)

We all need a lift sometimes....

TANDEM- 2009 Oil on canvas. 24 x 30 by Lesley Humphrey

It's fascinating to me, that the more abstract a painting, the more comments it seems to invite.  Furthermore, everyone sees something different!  A few have said something like "It's about two lovers... Awww".  Someone else said "It's an old mother carrying her son home from the war" (I liked that one.)  Everyone filters their own experience through a less-representative work, which is how it should be.  What was my intention?  Not telling!

On Jurying 2009 Ex Arte Equinus: My Statement...

Ex Arte Equinus International is an art competition presented by the publishers of Art Horse magazine.  As last year's painting winner, it fell to me to jury this year's entries; An absolutely formidable task.  I lost many hours of sleep over my selections with questions like:  Could I eliminate photo realism because of my own personal preference for abstraction?  The answer, after changing my mind millions of times (slight exaggeration there)... Absolutely not.  A good painting is a good painting, however, my highest awards went to those painters that offered excellent paintings, plus a sense of what the artist "felt' while painting the image, offering us a fresh point of view. The following is my juror statement... You'll have to wait for the magazine or the book to see the images selected:

It was indeed an honor and a privilege to jury paintings for the Ex Arte Equinus III International show. The entries provided a fascinating array of work that sometimes left me breathless, sometimes speechless, and something laughing out at the humor present in the some of the works. Thank you, and congratulations to all who entered this unique international platform for the equine art genre.

I should begin by stating that, in my opinion, ‘Art’ cannot be judged. How can one judge a quality that cannot be adequately defined? Rather, one can only hope to witness the absence or presence of “It”, and, if present, to what degree. One can, however, perhaps quantify the competence and mastery of the painter, and hopefully identify creativity and courage in the work.

In an effort to explain the artistic process to my students, I describe it thus: In my experience, learning to paint and pursue art was like learning to write. In the early stages, one learns how to make marks, or letters and words, to simply describe objects and life. As we progress, and we learn to write beautifully descriptive essays and prose, so too do our more advanced paintings reflect, often exquisite, descriptive, pleasing qualities. It is only when technique and skill has been mastered to such a degree, that the artist, author or poet creates something beyond narrative, something that touches our humanity to such a degree that we are changed forever by encountering it… It is only then that we have encountered “Art”. It is not a matter of who was good, better, or best, it is a question of where we are on the journey. With respect, I encourage each of you to ponder this for yourself….

This competition was filled with imagery that would leave you breathless at the technical competence and beauty of the majority of work presented. I love and applaud such beauty and such mastery. The paintings I have selected contained, in my opinion, the most essential ingredient for the works to be considered successful works of ‘Art’. A combination of skills and media, authoritatively orchestrated to create passionate works filled with creative energy and life.

My sincere congratulations to everyone, and my best wishes for your artistic journey.

Time to be your own mother....

"THE MOTHER" 24 x 24 oil by Lesley Humphrey

I think we're only truly free when we come to the realization that we must, at some point in our lives, parent ourselves.  For some, it's earlier.  For some, it's later; and for some, it happens gradually, in layers and increments, as womens' lives wax and wane.  Carl Jung tells us, via metaphor and myth, that it simply must happen for individuation to take place.  This should give you some clues as to the marks and meanings that form part of this piece.  I hope you like it.

(You can enquire about it from New Editions Gallery in Lexington, Kentucky, and/or ask them for an invitation card...It's on the cover.)

A "dessert" painting... A Day at The Beach

12 x 12 inches: Oil on Panel. 2009 A Day At the Beach by Lesley Humphrey

This is generally the type of thing I do, when I want to feel better, but can't find the chocolate.  It's from an old photo of my three children getting ready for a donkey ride, but of course, it's about much more than that.  It's an icon for my highest loves, etched and written throughout.  I gave it to my son, Chris, for his 19th birthday recently.

Using your mother for 'mac lady' hunting..

What is a 'mac lady' and how do you hunt them?  You pose your Mum, or other family member, close to a 'macker' (typical British lady in mackintosh or other coat), and "click".  I give them points out of ten for how fab they are... This one is a good 9.  Not only is she cloaked in a coat and hat, but she also has the required sensible shoes, shopping back, etc.  The only way you can achieve a '10' is if you have a short-legged dog, of questionable origins, on a lead.

Yes, that is my Mum back on her feet, with her little pal Ella.  Whilst posing for this, she said "Oh Lesley, y'don't want a picture of me do you?" ... all blushy and coy (for her)  I said.. "No, but the lady in red is just fabulous!

I'm so relieved Mum is doing better now. I spent several weeks in the UK with her and visiting my art friends, and my daughter at her new flat in London.  (She's having a remarkable time at Sotheby's Art Institute, and sharing her discoveries with me.  How delicious!)

Sunflower: Pearl Fincher MFA

June 2009 "SUNFLOWER" by Lesley Humphrey

The Pearl Fincher Museum of Fine Arts had invited my painting friends and I (we call ourselves the "Six Figure Painters") to have a show in June.  We hired Crystal and painted her all together in one session, each having a different viewpoint.  We then finished the painting at our own studios.  This is my finished piece and it will be on display June 29th at the Pearl for a month.  (We have a reception scheduled for July 24th.. Come and see us!)

"Sunflower" has a lot of content for me.  It may seem a little sullen and lack colour, but this is how I am at the moment.  My Mum's sunflowers were wilting and sad looking on the table, so I put them in the piece, two looking down, one looking up.   The rest I'll leave to your imagination...

Have a wonderful day please!

Embattled...

June 2009 BATTLE WORN by Lesley Humphrey

We had a wonderful summer planned:  House boating in Hot Springs in June, a cruise to Mexico next week, Hawaii in August... Then my mother had a terrible accident on the boat and sustained a compound fracture.  In an instant, life changed, as life does.  We have her home, she's mending well and I am now a 24-hour nurse.  I am learning a lot, not just about nursing but about love, pain, suffering, healing and managing one's own fears...

I had to do a painting for our local 6 Figures Show hosted by the Pearl Fincher Museum of Fine Arts.  I had to paint my situation, and the result is above... The following is a journal entry from 5 days ago...

The fear demons are banging at my door, Lest I have but one moment of peace and surety, If calm and serenity soothes my heart for a fleeting moment They draw their clawen fngers down the pane Drawing light down in to their cold abyss, As if weighted by the gravity of doom. The wound ripples over the leg like ancient scarred earth, Jagged edges, like earthquake's renting In its wake, a rented lament for smoother times, Forever now a reminder of tragedy, Locked into sinews and never forgot How then, does the healer lead the battle against disease? A heart so worn with doom and dire? How does the winder of the wraps Lend rays of light to heal a body, mind and soul? Am I able, am I enough? Responsibility! Thy yoke is heavy and my shoulders tremble from its press Please, please let up just enough, That I can lift up my head, and see the road ahead, And know at least where to place my feet, That I do not stumble, but find my heart Adequate to this task; this load I'd love to pull If only I had hands to guide me. I am blind, I am blinkered, yet pull I must I pray my burden stays aloft, before my journey's done.

See, if you do this sort of thing, you feel better afterward without having your own emotions run roughshod over those you love.  Anyway, it works for me.  Recommend Julia Cameron's "Artist Way" and "Finding Water" for learning how to dig in, write, and paint.

Synchronicity: A horse, a man & an artist at Rolex 3-day event 2009

Last Thursday I was at the Kentucky Horse Park Foundation sponsor's tent (at the Rolex Kentucky 3-Day event), doing a demonstration on behalf of the American Academy of Equine Art.  Here I am at the start with the Administrative Manager of the AAEA, the remarkable Frances Clay Conner.  The sun was in my eyes, but people started to come around and bring me lovely drinks and appetizers... so it wasn't too bad at all.

As the new Director of Education of the American Academy (based at the Horse Park), we were so grateful to Frances Dulaney and her colleagues at the Horse Park for inviting us to showcase equestrian art for their sponsors.

This is me at with the start/first 5 minutes of the demonstration.

I had assumed, since I was at the arena, that horses would be present and I could do my demonstration from life.  Just in case, I had selected a photograph I had taken over 14 years ago, whilst I was still eventing myself.  The photo had so much energy and excitement, and I thought it would be fun to paint for the eventing enthusiasts and World Equestrian Games sponsors present that day.  (I had randomly selected the photo from amongst the several thousands I had.)

A little more paint was applied... You can see the arena in the background. (I was painting on David Davis lead-primed linen taped to a board, with oils.)

Pretty soon, people started to come out onto the patio and introduce themselves to Frances Clay, our President Lloyd Kelly, and myself.  I was delighted to see my friends there, W.E.G. sponsors John Paul and Judy Miller, Harold, Becky, and meeting Connie and Martha from out of state, but a remarkable, I think amazing, thing happened.... People came over who knew exactly who the rider was.... At least one lady had tears in her eyes, and several people were moved.  The rider was recognized as a beloved horseman of Kentucky, a Mr. Ralph Hill, who had suffered a terrible accident.  I was privileged to be introduced to the First Lady of Kentucky, Mrs. Jane Beshear and Mrs. Alston Kerr who asked if the painting could be used to raise funds for their friend to aid him in his plight.  Who could possibly refuse?

I am constantly humbled by the power of Art, and by the magic that happens when we put ourselves to its use.  Who could have imagined I would have selected that photo, on that day?  (Even the lady who owned the horse was present!) It is amazing to me that the very man whose image inspired my painting, will eventually be helped via the vehicle of Art.

I'll keep you posted as to the result.  I'll let you know what happens to the painting.

AS A SIDEBAR... HORSES FINALLY CAME OUT... When the demo was over!!!

So I just grabbed some acrylic paper and sketched them romping around.  (Enjoy the sketch, Dunny!)

Who are these people?

John Paul and Harold, remember we were having a giggle whilst I was demonstrating?  I wonder who this dashing cowboy, the dapper horse trainer in rust suit with turquoise accents, the beautiful, talented and extraordinary blonde and brunette ladies were?  Hmmmm...

Just Figures Art Show April 2009

People (and galleries) are asking me... "Why, Lesley, when equestrian paintings have brought you so much notoriety and prestige (not to mantion cash-ola) would you start painting more figures, when you don't even have a market for them?"  The answer is not simple, but as I develop and mature, as a person and as an artist, I find I wish to be more expressive in my work.  I wish to weave something of the essence of the moment, or of the wonderful person sitting before me, into my work.  Why are figures affording me more of an opportunity to be expressive?  Well, for a start, I know a lot more about being a human than I know about being a horse.  (I know some people who have the opposite traits... please forgive me for saying so.)  Although, when I was a little girl I used to gallop, rather than simply walk or run around the countryside.  I even tried eating grass once or twice... Ugh. Anyway, some wonderful artist friends and I (particularly Mike Stratton, Howie Doyle, Liz Hill and the Woodlands Saturday morning painters at Studio in the Woods) had a "Just Figures Art Crawl" the weekend of the 3, 4, 5.  My work was primarily at Lampros Gallery.  The content of the show all figures painted alla prima, from life.  These are some of mine....

HIJA DEL SOL Lesley Humphrey 2009 36 x 36 oil

LOOKING BACK 2009 16 x 12 oil by Lesley Humphrey

GIRL IN GREEN ABSTRACT 2009 16 x 12 oil by Lesley Humphrey

VINTAGE 2009 oil 28 x 22 by Lesley Humphrey

PENSIVE 12 X 12 acrylic 2009 by Lesley Humphrey

MANDALA 2009 oil 16 x 12 by Lesley Humphrey

Pearl Fincher MFA Glazing Demo

The Pearl Fincher Museum of Fine Arts is a beautiful new museum in my area.  When they contacted me to request an artist presentation/demonstration, correlating with the current show "State Of Grace", I thought of how beautiful it would be to situate my daughter, Lauren in front of one of the beautiful paintings, and paint her in similar pose.....

The demo had to be done in two stages: I already knew that I would not be allowed to paint with oils, in reverence and protection of the beautiful collection, so I chose to demonstrate a grisaille technique, beginning with black and white acrylics on a grey-stained "Yes" canvas.  The size was 24 x 30 inches. The first session took 50 minutes to complete.

After 10 minutes with the hair dryer, I began glazing with a palette of three completely transparent acrylic paints. They were Golden Fluid Acrylics: Quinacridone Gold, Quinacridone Crimson, and Turquoise. I talked about how the old masters glazed (often over months) using a similar technique. I started with the warmest colour first using Quinacridone Gold as my yellow....

Then I glazed red over those areas that represented the red robe, taking care to do it in thin glazes, rather than slapping on the crimson. Note previously applied yellow gives a warmer red. I added thin, transparent layers of red to the frame. Notice how very transparent the Golden colours are, achieving a baroque-looking frame with just a few strokes!

Now I'm adding the turquoise and at the same time creating some cool tones in the white robe. (Her cheeks look a little rosy don't they! I'll have to fix that some other time.)

I have made some beautiful, rich and organic blacks to enhance my drawing and add the darks that I see. I also added more whites to re-glaze and create more depth to folds, etc.

After a further 40 mins., the painting was completed to this point, and the demonstration over...

In the end, I was filled with gratitude... For the chance to paint and be inspired in such a beautiful museum with my subject being one of the people I love most in the world; For being so inspired and honored to be surrounded by the amazing masters in the exhibition and surrounding me on all four sides; For Rosemary Hickman and Tim Novack for having the faith in me to afford me such a special event; A special shout out to Jerry's Artarama for sponsoring my supplies....and last but not least, to the wonderful crowd that came to share the experience with us.  Support your museum! Support the Arts!  Have a fabulous day!

25th Anniversary Jazz Cruise

My wonderful husband took me on the most luxurious experience of my life, a jazz cruise to Cayman Islands, Bahamas and Florida. Oh my goodness! Can you imagine being surrounded by such beauty, in a truly fabulous suite, wine, tremendous musicians, and sitting there with a bottle of wine and painting it all?  Well, that's what I did.  To show my tremendous gratitude for my husband I made this wee little book and, with a make up bag full of my trusty Golden fluid acrylics, I painted something we did together each day....(then had his favorite artists sign the book)

This is the little book,(you can see my fingernail bottom right). I would pre-prepare the pages with colour the night before, ready for the next day's adventure to capture...

A beautiful boat sailed by in Key West. This was a rapid little painting. I abstracted the landscape I saw on the island beyond.

The artist on the left was the remarkable Nick Corlionne who was generous enough to give a guitar seminar in the cocktail lounge (hic... this was helped along by a nice rum and coke. The one on the right was gin and tonic.) I was inspired and touched by these amazing musicians and the way they shared their lives and their Art with us. Their journeys were often tough... Nearly all were true masters of their craft. Sheer and unadulterated pleasure!

Marion Meadows... A most beautiful jazz saxaphonist (with the most adorable and beautiful wife, Maria.)

There was a spot in the main performance hall that had some lights shining down on the table.  How convenient!  So Larry and I would plant ourselves there sometimes whilst I painted, bottle of wine or champagne at the ready, just responding to the magic.  Just before our anniversary, I had all the artists sign my book and gave it to Larry that evening.  He was "dead chuffed", as they say where I grew up.  Now, all that is left are delicious memories that echo in my mind like a Larry Carlton solo.

Thanks to my amazing husband who surprises me with enchanted, delicious adventures all the time (you're amazing, and I love you)....Thanks to all the artists who touched me so:  Nick Corlionne, Norman Brown, Larry Carlton, Boney James, Miles and Accoustic Alchemy, Chieli Mannuci, Mindi Abair, Heather Hedley, Mr. Sandoval, and so many more...

What do you do when your gallery doesn't want your new style?

TRINITY 36x36 oil on gold canvas

My husband and I own DaVinci's Gallery in our local downtown area, (that we used to operate but now lease to a co-operative) so we know the incredible pressures gallery owners and operators have in sucessfully marketing art.   I have been extremely well represented for my equine and sporting works by Sportsman's Gallery Limited and Paderewski Fine Arts for over 18 years and cannot fault their business ethic in the slightest.  They know their market.

As I grow and change as a painter (it's not for me to say I'm an artist - only time can tell that), I yearn to pour content and meaning into my work not necessarily having anything to do with the representative image; using the image as a sort of  icon for something more.  This painting is just such a piece.  I painted the canvas with Daniel Smith's gold gesso before beginning (also symbolic for me) and poured out my deep intention, sometimes carving it into the background.  (I'll leave you to guess at the meaning.)

My main gallery did not feel this was something they could represent, probably not wanting to confuse my collectors.  I completely understand, yet the rejection hit a nerve as  I realized that my gallery was not representing me and my artistic journey, but a certain brand of image I may not forever be able to furnish.  (Probably a little deluded and narcissistic to think otherwise all these years, but there you are...) A a certain amount of soul-searching took place when I realized this truth.  I was reminded of a conversation I had with one of my teachers Alex Powers when he said "Drop your galleries and do Art".  I suppose I am at a crossroads; I suppose it's time to choose...

What does one do?  Lick my wounds for sure.  Buying an ice cream (oink) helped.

You may have experienced synchronistic events in your life, well I felt that I did on this day... I received an invitation to enter an international equestrian art competition called Ex Arte Equinus with my new pieces.  I decided to see if everyone felt the same way about new works and entered "Trinity" and other like pieces.  Trinity won first place in painting, and my Appleby Flasher won third in drawing.  Evidently I will receive some goodies, works published in a lovely book, but the real gift is the whisper from the Spirit of Art that says "Keep going....."

You may view the competition Ex Arte Equinus at: http://www.arthorsemagazine.com/art_competition.html

A Pivotal Moment: Painting a waterbucket?

Now I know this isn't the masterpiece of the modern world (far, far from it...) but I felt something "shift" while I was doing this painting. Like everything changed in an instant, possibly forever.

As is often the case, when helping students, someone else understand painting, you learn so much yourself.  One of my students was having a miserable time with these constantly moving Norwejian Fjords (they must have been self-conscious of all the strange, oily-smelling predators lined up at the fence line).  I encouraged the student to relax, to paint literally 'everything' from the greyish hill behind, stubby trees, fence, two Fresians looking over the fence (yes....that's what they are... Rubbish isn't it?)  I remember saying "Yes, even the red and yellow plastic water bucket!"  And I did.  And I loved it... And I realized, from that moment on, something "clicked".

I would never sell this little 5 min. painting.  In fact, I've glued it into my art sketchbook (so there).  All the funky, bright, contemporary-looking paintings that are showing up now have been because of this "shift" and the little painting journal I showed you before.  The following painting was the first on stretched canvas.  I think I did it the week I came back from Kentucky...

My beloved mentor, Dick Turner, in his studio smoking a cigarette. KINDLY OLD TEACHER. 18 x 14 acrylic on canvas. November, 2008.