It’s been awhile since posting anything of interest but big plans in 2018 have me keeping this blog updated on a much more regular basis. As I posted previously, my website at Fine Art America offers many household items carrying the images of my paintings and my header here will give you a preview of what can be found within this blog from time to time. The portrait examples displayed were not commissioned projects. They were painted specifically to show the kind of work I’m able to accomplish and were entered into several art shows of which I did win an award for the portrait of Dame Maggie Smith. The painting of the Scottish bagpiper was based on a number of photos I took many years ago at the Highland Games in Ligonier, Pennsylvania. The painting of Arnold Palmer was done shortly after his passing away in September 2016.
Caricatures, Portraits & More!
Posted in Caricatures, Cat Portraits, Dog Portraits, portraits | Tags: Arnold Palmer, bagpiper, Caricatures, cartoons, children, Dame Maggie Smith, Highland Games, pastels, pets, portraits, Scottish, watercolors
From Boats to Totes
When you visit my website at lee-klingenberg.artistwebsites.com and click on any image, you will find a wide variety of merchandise carrying the image of the painting that most appeals to you. Besides offering prints of my paintings in various sizes and framing options, there are greeting cards, throw pillows, tote bags, weekender tote bags, pouches, coffee mugs, T-shirts, phone cases, and portable battery chargers. These are all quality goods offered and shipped from Fine Art America. Over the years I’ve sold a number of prints that were made from my original watercolor paintings, and now you’ll have the opportunity to enjoy those images in other ways besides hanging on your wall. Effective August 1, 2017: 10% of all proceeds will be donated to the National Audubon Society.
Posted in landscapes, Reflections, Seascapes | Tags: merchandise
Watercolor madness
Stroll in, dance out!
It has been
very gratifying to see the number of worldwide visitors and read their comments which are received weekly on my website. I invite you also to stroll in and hopefully dance out of my gallery which is located at lee-klingenberg.artistwebsites.com refreshed and moved by an image which pleasantly reminds you of a distant place or time. Enjoy!
On display are over 50 images of watercolor paintings. A wide range of subject matter from landscapes, seascapes, beach scenes, still life arrangements, and Scottish theme paintings can be viewed here. These original paintings were based on our travels which are described in more detail in my post on watercolor lessons.
Now, quality giclee prints of these paintings are available in a variety of sizes and finishes, framed or unframed at an affordable cost. Visit often and I would enjoy hearing from you regarding any of these watercolors.
Honorable Lives
December 7, 1941. I was slightly over three years old when the Japanese attacked our Pacific Fleet in Pearl Harbor igniting war with Japan and setting in motion a terrible conflict resulting in the loss of thousands of lives and forever grimly changing the lives of families left behind. My father’s family was among those affected. He was the eldest of seven children, five boys and two girls. They’re all gone now and this painting shown here is in honor of three of his brothers who served in WWll. It’s titled, “Three Brothers”: Edward, Army; Robert, Navy; Gilbert, Navy. Uncles Ed and “Gib” returned home safely at war’s end but Bobby went down with his destroyer, USS Barton DD599, during the naval battle of Guadalcanal. I’ve read two extensive accounts of what happened that fateful night of November 13, 1942 when the Barton, along with a dozen other U.S. warships were lost in brutal fighting as one officer called, “ a barroom brawl with all the lights out.” Two torpedoes from the Japanese destroyer Amatsukaza struck the Barton’s forward magazines splitting the ship in half. The stern sank immediately while the bow stayed afloat for ten minutes. Many were killed as depth charges went off in the water while shells from enemy ships also landed among the survivors. 175 men died in that action with 42 survivors. My dad never talked much about what happened to Uncle Bobby and it wasn’t until years later that I came across newspaper clippings and a copy of the telegram sent to my grandparents from the War Dept. telling them of their son being missing in action. Later on, I was intrigued to read that in 1992 an expedition team led by Dr. Robert Ballard located the Barton’s bow southeast of Savo Island, resting on her port side in more than 2000 feet of water. The stern section was not discovered. A grisly account to be sure but I hope it helps to serve as yet another reminder of what our honorable men and women endure during our constant struggle for freedom. Peace.
November Roads
Of the four seasons we experience here in Pennsylvania, Autumn is by far my favorite. I have written about this before in earlier postings regarding the magnificent foliage colors in October, but the somber and subdued colors of November hold a great attraction for me also. Not only the colors but the sounds as well. One of my creature comforts is lying in bed early on a cold, rainy November morning listening to the mournful whistle of a distant train as it snakes its way through the hills and valleys of Westmoreland County. When the leaves are off the trees, we have an uninterrupted view of approximately 12 miles, as the crow flies, of Chestnut Ridge winding to the southwest. This blue/purple ridge line has been an inspiration for me for the past 41 years and I never tire of viewing it from our living room window. I wrote a poem many years ago titled, “November Roads”, which is a way of expressing myself of the feelings within concerning this time of year.
This smoky mist, this purple haze, that lay among the hills, this ochre field, this umber wood, long gone are summer frills. The pines that stand forever straight throughout these misty days, also cloak themselves at last in shades of subtle grays. Wet leaves that coat these moody roads now choked with hunters high, are blown from trees that march against the windswept leaden sky. The crows that wheel and dance and steal above these roads of mine are but a testament of life that fly the windy line. How gaunt, how dark, how wonderfully stark November roads you see, hold promises of a season near for the autumn boy in me.
Weekapaug, Rhode Island
This past summer I was commissioned by a close friend of ours to paint a watercolor of her large family’s favorite vacation retreat in Weekapaug, Rhode Island, a small fire district in southern Washington County. The painting shown here is of a favorite beach where the family has gathered for summer reunions for a number of generations now. I had never heard of this place and upon researching found this small beach front community is part of the town of Westerly with many private roads and summer cottages since 1877. Weekapaug was known as Noyes Beach from 1701 to 1899 and is a Native American word meaning “end of pond”. Niantics, Pequots, and Narrangansetts lived in this area before early settlers arrived. In 1899, Frederick and Phebe Buffum opened the Weekapaug Inn for their first summer season of guests. On September 21, 1938, The hurricane of 1938 swept the barrier beach clean of houses and irreparably damaged the Weekapaug Inn which was rebuilt and reopened for guests in June 1939.
Posted in Seascapes | Tags: beach, family, reunions, Rhode Island, summer, vacation, Weekapaug Inn
Hawk Mountain!
Approximately 30+ years ago, while teaching a watercolor class at one of our local art clubs, one of my students brought in several reference magazines as source material for her paintings. The natural world images in those Audubon magazines were the most jaw-dropping I’d ever seen and, after leafing through several issues, my life took a dramatic turn. I had always been an avid fisherman, which I still did to some degree, but it wasn’t long after that I sold most of my fishing equipment in order to purchase a good 35mm Canon camera with a number of lenses and other gadgets! I then enrolled in
a home study course in ornithology offered by Cornell University and soon joined the local chapter of the Audubon Society of Western Pennsylvania. Whew! This was getting to be a whirlwind romance with my new found interest of bird watching in my backyard. Eventually, the name of Hawk Mountain surfaced, which I had never heard of prior to this, and after researching the history found myself late one September Friday night tooling eastward on the Pennsylvania Turnpike with three other guys from work bound for Hawk Mountain Sanctuary in the eastern part of the state. We checked in late at one of the local motels and were up early Saturday morning to make our way to the visitor’s center for orientation and then proceeded up to the spectacular North Lookout. The entire staff at the sanctuary was still flipping out over the sightings that took place two days earlier when well over 22,000 broadwing hawks were counted over Hawk Mountain! I was hooked! We still watched quite a few raptors “kettling” during the next two days as they made their way south on their migratory route. Hawk Mountain Sanctuary is one of the best places in the northeastern United States to watch the annual hawk migration, one of nature’s greatest wildlife spectacles. Between August 15 and December 15, an average of 20,000 hawks, eagles and falcons pass the Sanctuary’s North Lookout. This was the first of my two trips there and after purchasing the book on the incredible, and bloody, history of Hawk Mountain, I was inspired to try my hand at a bit of poetry which I’m publishing here for the first time since writing it so long ago. You really need to know the history of what actually took place up there to understand this poem so off to the bookseller with ye!
Hawk Mountain
A puff. Then two. Then six and more. Echoes off the valley floor. Guns that spent their deadly shot have long been stilled. Except for not. The random fool who makes his will on those who fly above the hill. But now a speck. Then two. Then six and more! Beating fast through autumn’s door! With quickened pulse and thankful eye we glass the ever darkening sky. For promises kept and secrets hid they now can see we did. We did. Kettles north! Kettles east! Boiling up like brewer’s yeast. Riding waves of thickened air as if on some atmospheric stair. They climb to heights where few would dare. With inner map and vision clear they stay the course from year to year. And give to us the loyal few a chance to watch these wings anew.
Posted in Reflections | Tags: Audubon, autumn, birds, broadwings, eagles, falcons, hawks, migration, mountain, ornithology, sanctuary, September, wildlife
Oktoberzest!
Wow, where did that year go!? When I started this blog it was with full intentions of posting something, (hopefully) of interest twice a week, then every other week, then…….. well, you get the picture. It didn’t take long for the wheels to fall off the trolley, but I’m back on board with more earth shattering info about my paintings and life in general. Ah, so that’s the sound of one hand applauding! In last year’s October post I raved on about how much I love this time of year and certainly nothing has changed on that front. Ten years ago this month, we drove south to visit Monticello in Albemarle County, just outside Charlottesville, Virginia. It was a beautiful fall weekend and Mother Nature went out of her way to provide us with a drop-dead, eye popping display of autumn foliage. This is the estate of Thomas Jefferson, author of the Declaration of Independence, third President of the United States, and founder of the University of Virginia. The house and its magnificent grounds were designed by ol’ TJ himself and is situated on the summit of an 850 foot high peak in the Southwest Mountains south of the Rivanna Gap. Monticello is the only private home in the United States that has been designated a World Heritage Site. My painting shown here is titled Monticello in October. This view shows the west front of the house. Folks, you owe it to yourselves to make this journey which you will never forget. Prints of this painting and most of all the ones you see on this blog are available at lee-klingenberg.artistwebsites.com.
Posted in landscapes | Tags: autumn, Charlottesville, foliage, Jefferson, Monticello, mountain, October, Virginia
Falling for autumn
Ahhh……… autumn! For me, this long awaited season stirs up images, feelings, and memories unlike any other time of year. I hope my opening lines aren’t misleading for, as a born and bred son of Pennsylvania, I truly love all of our four seasons that God presents to us each day in the most magnificent fashion; fall just happens to be my favorite. I know that there are hundreds of spots around the eastern seaboard that claim their vistas are the most spectacular but I’ll settle for the chilly fall evenings and views we experience here in the Laurel Highlands of Westmoreland County. On a good clear day from the southeastern exposure of our house we have a fabulous view of Chestnut Ridge which is approx. 12 miles away as the crow flies. Watching blue clouds forming over that purple ridge with the sound of Canadian geese honking off in the distance totally mesmerizes me and fills me with a sense of wonder and peace still, even though I’ve been looking at this scene for the past 39 years! In one of my previous posts I named several painters which influenced me over the years but, when it came time to paint autumn and winter scenes, John Pike still remains my favorite. I believe his watercolors of fall foliage and deep snow are unmatched to this day and I still pour over his books examining every brush stroke. Hoo, boy, what an artist he was! The title of my painting attached to this post is The Diamond in October which is of the bandstand on the Diamond in Ligonier on a sunny fall day. This is a town that I could easily live and die in. It has incredible historic significance with Fort Ligonier being there, but the town itself is a place that I never get tired of visiting with its many shops, restaurants, and quaint homes. You owe it to yourself to make it a stop while traveling Route 30, The Lincoln Highway. Ligonier is about a half hour drive for us from Greensburg and the trees lining the pristine Loyalhanna Gorge are breathtaking this time of year. Both sides of the gorge stretch three miles alongside the Loyalhanna Creek from Kingston Dam to Longbridge when heading east. We look forward to our next visit!
Posted in Reflections | Tags: autumn, clouds, fall, geese, Ligonier, Loyalhanna, October, Pennsylvania, vistas
This post is devoted to all the amateur watercolor junkies out there who are tired of pulling their hair out trying to control this wild medium. During my career as a graphic designer, many waking hours were spent painting, exhibiting and teaching the art of watercolor painting. Along the way I eventually developed a reputation for producing rich, colorful paintings that elicited many gratifying comments about my work. The path was not always easy. While growing up, I dabbled in various mediums but kept returning to watercolor although not in a very serious way. That all changed right after being married almost 50 years ago when I really buckled down to learn this medium. Being, primarily, a self-taught artist I was soon trashing my share of failed attempts and watching the dollars fly out the window as a mound of expensive, ruined watercolor paper grew on the basement floor. Nuts to this, I thought. With the gho
sts of two influential men hovering over my shoulder I was determined to succeed come hell or high water. My paternal grandfather was an accomplished artist as well as my godfather, Lee Thorne, an architect in Philadelphia. Lee’s watercolors were vivid and bold and he gave me some of those paintings long ago which I cherished. I plodded on, took a few classes, built an extensive collection of books on this subject (Starting with Watercolor by Rowland Hilder was the first one I purchased which is now out of print) and eventually tamed this beast by staying the course.
We’re all tired of hearing that old saw, “Practice, practice, practice!” However, that really is the only way to realize your full potential with watercolor. But, and I mean BUT, life would be a lot easier if, when working on those future award-winning paintings, you had someone to help iron out the wrinkles as you progress. This is where I feel my years of experience may prove to be a valuable asset to you. Let’s be clear on one thing though. Watercolor can be a very spontaneous medium which lends itself to some pretty wild, juicy, explosions on paper that is indicative of a lot of abstract artists. Sorry, I’m not your guy if that’s the direction you’re headed. A quick review of my gallery online will show you my style of painting and if that’s the kind of subject matter you’re looking to paint then welcome to my world!
So, sports fans, if interested you now have the opportunity to take advantage of the knowledge gathered lo these many years working in watercolors with FREE valuable tips on technique, tools, and other contributing factors, such as composition and value studies to help you master this fascinating medium! NOTE: These valuable tips will NOT be posted on my blog as a regular feature. I will respond back via email to any artist with questions about how to improve their watercolor paintings and my responses may then be freely passed on to other interested parties.
TIP No. 1. Watercolor is much, much different than oils where you can just scrape off your mistakes. Pre-planning your painting is the key here which we can discuss in greater detail along the way.
If you wish to have a painting evaluated, just email me a jpeg image of your painting (which should be an original work of your own creation), along with a brief description and any information that may be of value to me. I’ll do a small painting along with notations of how I would paint it and email it back to you. The address is leemkling@gmail.com. There is a fee for this service of $25.00 made payable to me through PayPal. Any questions, please send me a quick note and I’ll respond ASAP. Thanks.
Happy trails!
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