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Fine Art and Art Instruction by Frank Sullivan
I was out doing a pastel from my car one afternoon on the Station Road here in Littleton which is essentially the end of civilization up here, being the eastern border of the great wilderness between here and Quebec. I did an unsatisfactory pastel of a small house and decided to call it a day as it was getting dark. As I turned to my right to make sure there were no cars approaching I saw this little shell of a house with the sun going down behind it. It is a curious and incomplete structure, being what appears to be a single room with a door and it having no siding yet, but wrapped in Tyvek paper. I did a quick pastel sketch which became the impetus for this large painting.

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This is the Elliot's old potato house on the Station Road in Monticello. When he was a boy, friend Kevin used to come up here with his dad from Massachusetts to pick up potatoes. This was done in early September 2006. I was standing much further to the right planning to do an image of the entire building. A large cloud mass was blocking the sun and as I waited for it to pass I walked around considering other views to work from. When I got to this spot, the sky cleared and lit up the west face of this building, which is corrugated metal, like it was on fire. I moved my easel and did this pastel, which I developed into an oil painting during the winter. Sometimes the best way to show how large an object is is to only show a portion of it.
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This was done on the Lake Road in Monticello, ME just after sunrise on a Friday morning in early June 2006, whilst I was eaten alive by the vicious Maine black flies. Despite, being covered in insect repellent, I had to keep jumping back into the car every couple of minutes to wait for the flies to dissipate as they would swarm around my head to the point that I couldn't even see to draw.
I like watercolor, but it doesn't come easy to me and I have to force myself to work in it. One day I forced myself to do a watercolor and I did this, based on a drawing I had done in Sutton, MA a year earlier. I like the exaggerated perspective and the cinematic composition. This image later became an oil painting. The limited color scheme is inspired by Winslow Homer, who did many paintings using only two colors, mixing them in varying degrees to create a multitude of different color tones.
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I was out running one day in March 2006 and I looked to the west over a frozen potato field and saw this sunset. I sketched out the composition in the sand on the road with a stick to help me remember it and then I rushed home and did a small pastel from memory, which eventually became this painting.
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Another view of the Henderson farm, just after a snow storm. Done while sitting on the hood of my car in the freezing cold. I remember having to pause to get back into the car every 5 minutes or so to thaw my fingers out over the defroster. I had been using Rembrandt pastels on Rives BFK paper quite a lot but I had just gotten a big box of 60 Windsor and Newton pastels at 60% off as the set was being discontinued. This was my first time using them and I also tried Stonehenge paper for the first time. I prefer the BFK, but I work in pastel several times a week and the W&N pastels have become a favorite for quick sketching, although Schmincke pastels remain my preferred pastel.
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This is based on a view in Foxboro, MA where the Boston to Providence railroad crosses under I-95, about half a mile from the office where I used to work as a graphic designer. The view reminded me of the work of a great painter named Richard Sheehan (who, sadly, passed away last year) whose work I saw when he came to Holy Cross College as a visiting artist while I was a student there. He showed many wonderful paintings of scenes looking under and through bridges and overpasses that were brilliantly painted. This was done from a pen and ink drawing that I did on my lunch break one hot summer day.
This painting was based on the old Foxboro State Mental Hospital in Foxboro, MA. I used to work as a graphic designer, not far from this site. One day i was sitting on the curb across the street from this building with my sketch book doing a drawing and a security officer in a van pulled up and parked between me and the building and she asked me what I was doing. I said "Drawing" and she said "Are you drawing the building?" I said, "No, I'mm drawing the space around the building." She wasn't amused and tld me that I couldn't draw the building because it was going up for auction (Not sure I understand the logic there) and she refused to move her van until I gave up and left. I went back the next day when she wasn't around and snapped some photos and between those and my drawing, I was able to do this painting. I was studying Edward Hopper at the time and, looking back, I can see the influence.
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This painting was inspired by a view a few miles from my grandmother's house in upstate New York. I found the two silos to be quite ominous and threatening, especially since there are no barns any where near by and the silos themselves are covered with all sorts of overgrowth. They reminded me of the scene near the end of the old Wicker Man movie where Sgt. Howie is lead up the hill and first sees the Wicker Man ("Oh Jesus Christ! Oh God! Please no! Oh Christ!..."). I tried many different color schemes and the red/orange/yellow analogous color seemed to work best. In retrospect, I suppose it adds a feeling of impending violence, which is what I felt when I first saw the silos.

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