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Post by Tommy Thompson on Jan 8, 2013 13:55:42 GMT -5
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Jan 8, 2013 14:01:16 GMT -5
here's the finished product Attachments:
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Post by nanichris on Jan 9, 2013 9:42:45 GMT -5
That is just what I was thinking of for above the fireplace in the library.
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Post by jerrycsmith on Jan 9, 2013 10:31:00 GMT -5
I love the way the sky divides down the middle.
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Post by nanichris on Jan 9, 2013 13:15:38 GMT -5
That's the kind of sky one wants to be flying (or sailing) away from.
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Jan 9, 2013 23:04:55 GMT -5
I found the original painting that Jan was reproducing in acrylics. The original, most likely in oil, has a little more detail. Attachments:
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Post by jerrycsmith on Jan 9, 2013 23:26:43 GMT -5
Both are striking in their own way.
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Jan 10, 2013 0:38:57 GMT -5
Both are striking in their own way. I like the intensity of the painting. The ship appears to be trying to outrun the coming storm...and it ain't winning |
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Post by nanichris on Jan 10, 2013 13:58:25 GMT -5
My Grandfather Lloyd joined the British navy when he was 15. He sailed on ships like that one. And because he was small he always got the jobs in the highest rigging. He must have been sure footed, because here I am.  He would tell me stories about how men would get up there and then freeze. They were scared out of their minds. (As I would have been) But Papa Lloyd was always able to talk them down. Although he said at the next port some of them would desert. Man, you couldn't have even gotten me to sign up! The reason I'm an American is because my Grandfather deserted too. Seems as if in those days, sailors got a ration of rum every day. But if he wished the sailor could save up his ration and then take it all at once. Well, that is just what Papa and his friend from another ship did. They got roaring drunk on his friend's ship. And my Grandfather woke up the next morning to see his ship sailing away from the dock in London. In those days to miss the sailing of ones ship was a hanging offense. Being a practical man, Arthur Lloyd got himself to an American merchantman in the harbor, that was soon to sail, and asked if they needed an able body sailor. They said yes, and he wound up in San Franscisco. Somehow he got to Missouri and joined the Mo. Nat'l Guard as a cook. That's how he earned his citizenship and that's why I sing God Bless America, instead of God Save The Queen! |
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Post by jerrycsmith on Jan 10, 2013 17:23:38 GMT -5
Both are striking in their own way. I like the intensity of the painting. The ship appears to be trying to outrun the coming storm...and it ain't winning Depends on how one interprets the scene, Tommy. To me, it looks like he is breaking out of the storm and into safer waters. |
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Jan 10, 2013 22:38:49 GMT -5
and I usually see the glass half full....LOL You caught me thinking negative..which is rare.
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Post by nanichris on Jan 10, 2013 23:25:33 GMT -5
Have to go with TTO. & Jerry. I think it broke out of the storm but the storm is still coming after it.  |
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Post by jerrycsmith on Jan 11, 2013 8:00:50 GMT -5
To get the full effect, imagine the ship turned 180 degrees. Now; which ship would you rather be on?
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Post by jb on Jan 12, 2013 9:14:18 GMT -5
Take me to calm waters as I get seasick!!!  |
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He would tell me stories about how men would get up there and then freeze. They were scared out of their minds. (As I would have been) But Papa Lloyd was always able to talk them down. Although he said at the next port some of them would desert. Man, you couldn't have even gotten me to sign up! The reason I'm an American is because my Grandfather deserted too. Seems as if in those days, sailors got a ration of rum every day. But if he wished the sailor could save up his ration and then take it all at once. Well, that is just what Papa and his friend from another ship did. They got roaring drunk on his friend's ship. And my Grandfather woke up the next morning to see his ship sailing away from the dock in London. In those days to miss the sailing of ones ship was a hanging offense. Being a practical man, Arthur Lloyd got himself to an American merchantman in the harbor, that was soon to sail, and asked if they needed an able body sailor. They said yes, and he wound up in San Franscisco. Somehow he got to Missouri and joined the Mo. Nat'l Guard as a cook. That's how he earned his citizenship and that's why I sing God Bless America, instead of God Save The Queen!
