BC NIXON version I don’t know what

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BC NIXON IN A KIMONO 11o17 latest version 38 x 30 inches Oil, Charcoal, Conte, Oil Stick on Belgian Linen

BC NIXON version I don't know what

naked girl, oil painting, Jonathan Herbert, BC NIXON 11o17 latest version 2011o0017.jpg

BC NIXON IN A KIMONO 11o17 latest version 38 x 30 inches Oil, Charcoal, Conte, Oil Stick on Belgian Linen

Tullee

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Tullee’s. Ass charcoal and conté on rag paper – 18 x 14 inches

Masha drawing in conté 24 x 18 inches

Masha drawing in conté 24 x 18 inches

Masha drawing in conté 24 x 18 inches

iPhone photo. Replaced after proper archiving.

DEATH PAINTING: my wife died a year ago today

Suzanne Dying 9w074 conté and acrylic on rag paper 19 1/2 x 18 inches

A year ago this morning my wife, Suzanne Mauer, died after a nine-year battle with metastatic hemangiopericytoma. Her doctors, Ronald Blum at Beth Israel and Robert Maki at Sloan Kettering, were wonderful doctors and loving men. Suzanne’s death was long, lingering, agonizing, and included a vicious and very expensive legal battle to get treatment approved by her insurance carrier. She went, in a wheelchair, to Albany to talk to the lawmakers in the Capitol and, based on that trip and the incredible help of Mark Scherzer, there is now a New York State law that says that a person with a rare disease cannot be denied coverage based on a lack of “clinical studies”.

She was tough, loving and complicated. Her computer screen saver said “LOVE RULES.” These paintings are love letters. And I will continue making them until they stop demanding to be made. The hell with decorative painting.

PAINTING. Dying of Cancer

Suzanne PostOp 4w014 gouache and conté on paper 24 x 18 inches

It is a dark time for me now. I feel a great deal of grief. A year ago exactly, my late wife Suzanne decided to stop her battle against cancer. Hemangiopericytoma. Nine years. She didn’t go to treatment that day, or ever again. I know I have posted the DEATH PAINTINGS before, perhaps all of them. I don’t know if I posted this gouache I painted just after her vertebrectomy in 2004.

Today was the Winter Solstice. Mehr Licht.

WHAT IS WORK FOR AN ARTIST?

When I was a young art student at the Museum School in the 70’s, I was moping down the hall one day, depression blaring from my every cell. I admit it was because I could not get my latest obsession du jour to do the horizontal mambo with me, but my mentor and friend John Thompson, Dean of Students, was unaware of that.

Dean Thompson assumed rather that I was troubled by a dip in my creative output. He took me into his office and said, “Jonathan, when others are lying in the park watching the clouds go by, they are goofing off. When you do it, you are working! Remember that every artist needs fanny time as much as hand time.” Those words, exactly.

In this dark December, the first after the death of my wife, I look at my studio, devoid of new work for a month or so, and remember John Thompson’s words. I know I am still in process on both the DEAD SUZANNE and the new MASTURBATION paintings. I’ll post some sketches I’ve just completed when I shoot them.