tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67331101960565737332024-02-07T21:15:41.944-08:00Peter Bonk Studio JournalPeter Bonk Studio Journal:
The Paintings and artworks of Peter Bonk along with the stories behind them.Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-64096623383914662182013-02-13T13:36:00.002-08:002013-02-13T13:37:35.418-08:00Lady Justice and the Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A painting of an icon of justice "Lady Justice" done in impressionistic style. In the background pattern are many men. Can you see them?<br />
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Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-10776578509447621592011-12-16T03:04:00.000-08:002011-12-16T03:04:07.477-08:00"Queen of the House"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5C_QQjfl6E3-x3cut0sBa9m__zEa-Wb9R1xAVV0OQYqbmPO0VatAEeLgx2ih75rXOQZ59MOIgzYs2Aj2E_4FVTJIsM4RFlO2KF3Vphm8_qcX92h3SC_6GVvvYGA-FNULiKONdhkssP8/s1600/Molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5C_QQjfl6E3-x3cut0sBa9m__zEa-Wb9R1xAVV0OQYqbmPO0VatAEeLgx2ih75rXOQZ59MOIgzYs2Aj2E_4FVTJIsM4RFlO2KF3Vphm8_qcX92h3SC_6GVvvYGA-FNULiKONdhkssP8/s1600/Molly.jpg" /></a></div><br />
In our house we have a hierarchy. There's Molly (our cat.) Kim, my wife, and at the bottom myself. Molly works hard to train me and I admit I am coming along. <br />
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I painted this one from photos taken of Molly lounging in the sun, by the front window in our motor home last summer.</div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-91821994050354824422011-10-26T02:24:00.000-07:002011-10-26T02:24:22.275-07:00The Moocher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYr4j2uoCJJd15GYE3-CRn9Q18B1WObJbPmueFB533S5nArjbCep-lunyie839cFRC_meoAmpqwsiMEcwE0foqdu8D6pV_PndUKlgLihqWRjijk8_M-Dy1GvNpMqYuF7XkCs7Fae8_l4Y/s1600/Moocher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYr4j2uoCJJd15GYE3-CRn9Q18B1WObJbPmueFB533S5nArjbCep-lunyie839cFRC_meoAmpqwsiMEcwE0foqdu8D6pV_PndUKlgLihqWRjijk8_M-Dy1GvNpMqYuF7XkCs7Fae8_l4Y/s320/Moocher.jpg" width="235" /></a></div>We were at the beach when I made sketches for this one. An elderly gentlemen went out most mornings to fish and sure enough each time he went out with his rod and casted it into the water his moocher showed up waiting for handouts.</div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-88367338592215889632011-10-26T02:21:00.000-07:002011-10-26T02:21:34.054-07:00Lone Ibis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5e0h3HZn4R172UfbnrYUuvIXDYMBlUEYpDighcg2XuEr-9MY4qcD5pNpTdPPyOocesWN5vDpQ7ez8d_PF60yr8OtZ97txIe-r0sE6sZyn_Tq5ckD314tHmte35gaykakppYDgVgS21Lo/s1600/lone+ibis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5e0h3HZn4R172UfbnrYUuvIXDYMBlUEYpDighcg2XuEr-9MY4qcD5pNpTdPPyOocesWN5vDpQ7ez8d_PF60yr8OtZ97txIe-r0sE6sZyn_Tq5ckD314tHmte35gaykakppYDgVgS21Lo/s1600/lone+ibis.jpg" /></a></div>This is one of the group that makes its rounds around Lake Heron. He seems to have the most personality.</div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-68547942940384271532010-10-31T14:12:00.000-07:002011-10-26T02:18:40.789-07:00"The Boyz" (Ibis)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZiWgLbn91_51J31ufsXmxWucPOhhiQXmD5PsBQbF5vQe2IcUw8ZaXY1wd30oDMIzj7SI58NYo9C3NqrogVDho0dNjyghBrQdfLw-LKyAAbqvixhFFTyyy9SknR49rD_tYYferSgpZ2E/s1600/The+Boys+for+Web+RS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZiWgLbn91_51J31ufsXmxWucPOhhiQXmD5PsBQbF5vQe2IcUw8ZaXY1wd30oDMIzj7SI58NYo9C3NqrogVDho0dNjyghBrQdfLw-LKyAAbqvixhFFTyyy9SknR49rD_tYYferSgpZ2E/s320/The+Boys+for+Web+RS.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The mascot of the University of Miami is an American White Ibis. The ibis was selected as the school mascot because of its legendary bravery during hurricanes. The ibis is the last sign of wildlife to take shelter before a hurricane hits and the first to reappear once the storm has passed. Miami's sports teams are nicknamed "The Hurricanes. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ibis">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ibis</a><br />
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This group of Ibises makes the rounds on our lake each day. There are twelve of them. I call them “The Boyz.” Ibises often nest with Herons and share the lake with them and several other varieties of birds. I think they are trying to show us how we can each be different and still get along with each other. The Ibises are really interesting, if you look close. I became so intrigued with them and how gregarious they are that I am doing a series of paintings on them. This is the first one I completed this week with several more to follow. I'll post them as I complete them.</div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-88549317311796155722010-09-09T14:29:00.000-07:002010-09-09T14:29:58.341-07:00"Bon Voyage"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYGjHh6TD61HF_LpxWZW05iDKxS-DWVIAU2SWVxcFFD35wiZ7AQ9CzJMK5MhUUA4i2rxpUcGstQQ0oYLglbL35ymL5sW4fEyIBPf9dLlYdgz7i2b565XEwsuZCZ7weabrg0yu36PWfpo/s1600/Bonk+Voyage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYGjHh6TD61HF_LpxWZW05iDKxS-DWVIAU2SWVxcFFD35wiZ7AQ9CzJMK5MhUUA4i2rxpUcGstQQ0oYLglbL35ymL5sW4fEyIBPf9dLlYdgz7i2b565XEwsuZCZ7weabrg0yu36PWfpo/s320/Bonk+Voyage.jpg" /></a></div>After returning from our sojurn up north, this year, I stepped out back to admire the beauty of a passing thunderhead cloud and the sudden appearance of a jet liner that was dwarfed by the immense and ominous cloud. I feared for the safety of the passengers and hoped they were in good hands.<br />
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We had a great trip up north seeing family and friends but mom died this year while we were there. I got to say goodbye to her before she passed but maybe I should have also said .........."Bon Voyage."Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-55745301148020827472010-08-10T04:01:00.000-07:002010-08-10T04:18:52.425-07:00WVA Family Reunion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlSFZSsTyzusS0CRMtgXIA9cZB-7wAaIMfLEZwB_8JFyMHC5-sevA_ORmIoXb7uXY1Md6N2GDJwrSRx1J5i3UXJVcb_mxuPoFWDhDvAPnPRNeVMfuHr0fS77HChtjzpMEPZ0WYAPG09g/s1600/WVA+Family_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlSFZSsTyzusS0CRMtgXIA9cZB-7wAaIMfLEZwB_8JFyMHC5-sevA_ORmIoXb7uXY1Md6N2GDJwrSRx1J5i3UXJVcb_mxuPoFWDhDvAPnPRNeVMfuHr0fS77HChtjzpMEPZ0WYAPG09g/s320/WVA+Family_1.jpg" /></a></div>I painted this one to show a family reunion in West Virginia. This particular one is at Uncle Rodgers house in Dawson WVA and is held the first Saturday in August each year. The house is in the mountains on a beautiful knoll. As I painted the various parts of the picture including us coming over the mountains in our RV, the family Blue Grass band in the garage, and the children playing, I began to realize there were more in attendance than those physically there. I painted them in the clouds and the mountains. You'll have to look carefully to see them though just as you do in a real sky with real clouds.Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-29489110472458569182010-04-26T07:37:00.001-07:002012-04-13T10:26:30.940-07:00Self Portrait<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkCKYTH9_09iVUzGG1te9RnWKl-q0xUWRdWIZEL5i3dY8bzjnwaESSO0SJObxwWVgH7lSghKJiiie-4nItKvfzyDZX1KkY4qLslHyrgNmWfuKUD6v0C_YBH80G6OvzSwFZvUAEDBw1fE/s1600/PBP2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkCKYTH9_09iVUzGG1te9RnWKl-q0xUWRdWIZEL5i3dY8bzjnwaESSO0SJObxwWVgH7lSghKJiiie-4nItKvfzyDZX1KkY4qLslHyrgNmWfuKUD6v0C_YBH80G6OvzSwFZvUAEDBw1fE/s1600/PBP2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I painted the self portrait for several reasons. I wanted a better self representation than the Photoshoped lion I have been using for my social networking sites including Facebook and Myspace. I wanted a somewhat serious look in a painterly fashion. The painting is not what I want you to see but what is. Most of the time I am neither smiling or frowning but just observing.</div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-49411902922615477272009-05-01T07:48:00.001-07:002010-04-02T04:26:34.346-07:00Cypress Pond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0KfU4naPcatzHJ-s0FLBDyjozdQlAChJBXkGD-dxCYWssUSirECo5YcIqzXAOBPrYMY-cnA_d1Ck6br67ChRAPbIr8uhHuSpAdLUcB-C40hheubOaH3M2g58ZbAYmfYwT5k2onSwh_s/s1600/Cypress+Pond+FTWW.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455499981013920258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0KfU4naPcatzHJ-s0FLBDyjozdQlAChJBXkGD-dxCYWssUSirECo5YcIqzXAOBPrYMY-cnA_d1Ck6br67ChRAPbIr8uhHuSpAdLUcB-C40hheubOaH3M2g58ZbAYmfYwT5k2onSwh_s/s320/Cypress+Pond+FTWW.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBhYPJMHJAhzruweOANDfGnuQK6rlEYgFrOMOpP0iPdK_xOAuPMHa_0RNlvfvh_02p4FF_Ohj8lY3TtzAnL1I0cwo0tz0zRDugzOSXwwyTFI98D_ZN5h-vbHb3TkoLv4tPUCCC-8OdF8/s1600-h/Cypress+Pond+FEM.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It’s been a while since my last piece but this one took a while longer to do.<br /><br />The painting is about any cypress lake or pond in Florida where the main predator is man and the one who has the most problem sharing this beautiful place with its other occupants. Alligators and Osprey’s do not seem to have a problem getting along and sharing the resources. When man gets involved he often must make it clear that he is the dominant predator and eliminate any competition. Let’s hope that someday he learns to share.<br /><br />The painting is 40” round.<br /><br />Pete Bonk</div></div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-63010167454310492392008-12-12T09:17:00.000-08:002009-05-01T07:50:41.709-07:00Alligator Al<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikF6zhPXBS7RHruraKMxCoacyEaMnTSlBxQ9Dx2x_xr8YJiiJcWBP3LOFGtO2oRZj_LbPileq0GIESTbg8E5uXiHQSEpcPzRGISK27QNS2dzcDr3hVPv2to3Z-fxu7Paregn1j6CARMBc/s1600-h/AliAlweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330868020769803362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikF6zhPXBS7RHruraKMxCoacyEaMnTSlBxQ9Dx2x_xr8YJiiJcWBP3LOFGtO2oRZj_LbPileq0GIESTbg8E5uXiHQSEpcPzRGISK27QNS2dzcDr3hVPv2to3Z-fxu7Paregn1j6CARMBc/s320/AliAlweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqyvDuDEqo2lcVUTqUskGVJdCHgJehwC7RotMfN9O2q6njK1NUHUD20FZKIaSwnRtk2M-cbE4kG6DJV1vlQFUJtUsXvBJi5PAUg6LQpe_cxe9OmMHll9k7BleQSKqs9_gUh91NjQyjWY/s1600-h/aligatoral.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>I just added this one today. He started as a commission for Ukuleles and turned out to be one of my better pieces. What do you think?</div></div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-90649168851851600862008-11-03T14:50:00.000-08:002008-11-10T13:57:09.441-08:00Painting StoriesI decided to write out the story of what I was thinking and trying to create when I painted my recent works. I wrote the stories from notes in my studio log and will eventually add these as pages in my website.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysmHiCew2kvcqHol9ckYpqKFc7DuEwg7m1bxYhHl3mqty9FuMBKemWxJKFnLiuhjkz19_ZJ5jrOWrsPgVS_R3j6OV9WTSyC-sjrnYfj3VVWtRawArGbBzExv8MnWclYYh6BEFcD0NHk0/s1600-h/LION.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDjpxA5CLEfndL8z2bfKK0LFdL-fYIlR9vD497dqeW98qg7du5Xn2iMWZrEEL1i4n3ZEWYyQ2uEdsihJULAqP3rYSbNxNxlw313uCsdpezEVbNzNkPBnSI8PDcsa27HoeyAwc7fpoTXvw/s1600-h/Bear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264568023083889106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDjpxA5CLEfndL8z2bfKK0LFdL-fYIlR9vD497dqeW98qg7du5Xn2iMWZrEEL1i4n3ZEWYyQ2uEdsihJULAqP3rYSbNxNxlw313uCsdpezEVbNzNkPBnSI8PDcsa27HoeyAwc7fpoTXvw/s320/Bear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />“Too Big to Climb”<br />A large black bear finds he is too big to climb the tree behind as his friends and family have already done.<br />Sometimes we find we have responsibilities to ourselves and to other people in our lives. We find that we must put our nose to the grinding wheel and forge ahead. It seems that it gets more and more difficult to do some things as we age but we somehow find more and more courage to succeed in the face of diversity. Perhaps its because we are wiser. Perhaps its because we are too big to climb and just too old to run. <div><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkQk1NOi6DG0Vfqt4L6WgUPyQ-rrFJhVovnY1UxAaziVJFHlWFcwoI1mISINUmTLrFHDW2m0fmy-blH6xropG-L7O7_6axGm7irRvldHxXk53MQi69vaFkpbLeT9OO9N_bm3kvjDgssY/s1600-h/LION.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570021197251650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkQk1NOi6DG0Vfqt4L6WgUPyQ-rrFJhVovnY1UxAaziVJFHlWFcwoI1mISINUmTLrFHDW2m0fmy-blH6xropG-L7O7_6axGm7irRvldHxXk53MQi69vaFkpbLeT9OO9N_bm3kvjDgssY/s320/LION.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />“Even Lions Get Old”<br />An older wise lion looks at you through his spectacles. At one time he was a fierce competitor who didn’t need things like spectacles to see things. He was the strongest and fastest in his pride and so confident. Now he might be the wisest but, certainly, not the strongest and the fastest.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwCMe7yoVH1APm4q3AWw2Lgu1RxCwpyLws0pk8EGk3jn0mVMHwSzZEy2ws-INhQYKpRxlIvMA0JLkFRfWIanjwDBWI5QX34dFUUP_5nBqZ-bizpB5lu0NrS1w7T6bCnisAckV1-2IqFI/s1600-h/Fear+of+Forgetting.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570527349737778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwCMe7yoVH1APm4q3AWw2Lgu1RxCwpyLws0pk8EGk3jn0mVMHwSzZEy2ws-INhQYKpRxlIvMA0JLkFRfWIanjwDBWI5QX34dFUUP_5nBqZ-bizpB5lu0NrS1w7T6bCnisAckV1-2IqFI/s320/Fear+of+Forgetting.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>“The Fear of Forgetting”<br />I find that I get so busy painting and teaching that I sometimes lose track of things that are the most important to me so I tried to express this in a painting. I chose the elephant as he is an icon in our culture and known for “an elephant never forgets.” There is truth in this axiom as an elephant is the only known animal that will seek revenge even after many years.<br />In my painting the elephant is trying to remember who he is. The parades of elephants in his past are his ancestors all the way to the mastodons of prehistoric times. It’s not enough that he is an elephant; he has to tie a string on his toe to help him try and remember who he really is.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4C0PGksD7f60kKl1SS4Z4t6GHvuIrajSBQymHEm5Da_-pj0IZcUgDD9zY8IY1QGRaAe-s2XDe-TMOe3wfycvFnpMYC0cnBcVMY4h22pvzfi_f6AHZBlRaiPagx4Elr-f-e9JIKAMqII/s1600-h/Luckybird.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264571998871520130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4C0PGksD7f60kKl1SS4Z4t6GHvuIrajSBQymHEm5Da_-pj0IZcUgDD9zY8IY1QGRaAe-s2XDe-TMOe3wfycvFnpMYC0cnBcVMY4h22pvzfi_f6AHZBlRaiPagx4Elr-f-e9JIKAMqII/s320/Luckybird.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />“Lucky Bird”<br />The larger male parrot or lorikeet realizes his mate adores him and gives a look of both pride and recognition in that he feels he has not done enough to deserve this praise and loyalty.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fXV7ACwEWCyQsYhe5GJcwjCWOHA3f9BM_tVuzFfukWs448XmJWng6axSkgb6N8CJMBlPxygyYUVLngJ_g7_BHA8mPhqgyeN-Mt4htzO9B69sTPUwC_q-quC3Pe56NX2MYvXSdko9Q-Q/s1600-h/owl11130511X14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264572580544534898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fXV7ACwEWCyQsYhe5GJcwjCWOHA3f9BM_tVuzFfukWs448XmJWng6axSkgb6N8CJMBlPxygyYUVLngJ_g7_BHA8mPhqgyeN-Mt4htzO9B69sTPUwC_q-quC3Pe56NX2MYvXSdko9Q-Q/s320/owl11130511X14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>“Eyes of the Night”<br />The night is my favorite time of day. There are many creatures who live in the night in their own night ways. One of them, the owl, has many meanings in our culture not the least of which is wisdom or that of a messenger. In “Eyes of the Night” I tried to represent the awe one feels when one looks up at the sky and hears the night life around them and realizes there is a supreme power behind it all that we are, simply, too small to fully grasp.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyE-unl06i-0Kj50VOZEMzAd9wZdl_5iHi7M-orKRKzwwAkrqGnfbysTEr75urSst1UeJ3HpjFYV3Iy0JXoN-_49oPBv41fSaTvIZq2nBpph8GbsVVO302JCjZByiHpLEbN65TIt6_hk/s1600-h/Ram+LW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264574074580357970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyE-unl06i-0Kj50VOZEMzAd9wZdl_5iHi7M-orKRKzwwAkrqGnfbysTEr75urSst1UeJ3HpjFYV3Iy0JXoN-_49oPBv41fSaTvIZq2nBpph8GbsVVO302JCjZByiHpLEbN65TIt6_hk/s320/Ram+LW.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>“Smokey Mountain Ram”<br />In a trip to the Georgia Mountains this summer my wife and I toured many of the towns of this area including Hiawassee and Helen. It often struck me that the people of this area have a great deal of pride and identity with the mountains. Helen, for example is made to look like an alpine village in the Swiss Alps. Later I learned that the park service was reintroducing mountain goats and big horned sheep into the mountains of the national parks. I was inspired to paint one of these rams with gently sloping mountains in the background representing the smaller Smokey Mountains but mighty in the hearts of the residents. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwW_Tyrf7DMbrcVKeR1ymthd8YP7Dfj512HnY83hC3EE3hPwRtcvC-ZKDEiZg5cXAmM684Dl_bIPZD04uF9LpB3kCehUV_WbD_TquMuJI4rYm54pNMj8OaGYKfTmpuLZiUvYJsQcpduU/s1600-h/Giraffe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573183792640466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwW_Tyrf7DMbrcVKeR1ymthd8YP7Dfj512HnY83hC3EE3hPwRtcvC-ZKDEiZg5cXAmM684Dl_bIPZD04uF9LpB3kCehUV_WbD_TquMuJI4rYm54pNMj8OaGYKfTmpuLZiUvYJsQcpduU/s320/Giraffe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />“Boris Loves a Crowd”<br />While painting at the Lowry Park Zoo in Tampa, Florida I found one of the older giraffes of particular interest. His name is Boris and he kept reaching over the fence with his long neck and looking in on my painting almost touching it as he inspected what I was doing. Boris enjoys attention as we all do. It seems, sometimes in our culture that older people are forgotten and not appreciated. Even though our seniors have a life time of wisdom and experience the people in our culture seem only focused on material things and how much more they can get today. I thought to myself, it’s good that Boris get’s so much attention.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhn2Dx8cV5zNNERwRDhl5t9wJYJoGh8CgQHpSZYhrFFWYdUgElu4CLLK6nAmh2RjpqtDGuIyCUe1srIPmI3AoJl4viE3TVv-io-CqHZSDkH6tHPVkKhHq9-K42pfWjGEUpoQPd0NvaLg/s1600-h/MANATEESForWEB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573494876699378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhn2Dx8cV5zNNERwRDhl5t9wJYJoGh8CgQHpSZYhrFFWYdUgElu4CLLK6nAmh2RjpqtDGuIyCUe1srIPmI3AoJl4viE3TVv-io-CqHZSDkH6tHPVkKhHq9-K42pfWjGEUpoQPd0NvaLg/s320/MANATEESForWEB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>“Manatee Heaven”<br />These large lumbering sea creatures go about their peaceful daily lives in their underwater worlds with light shining through from the world above. Sometimes this light forms unusual patterns across their backs and faces. Perhaps there is meaning in these patterns. Perhaps it is only another aspect of the beauty in the world and how it manifests itself on these living canvases. </div></div></div></div></div>Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733110196056573733.post-83561820471122014022008-10-31T13:48:00.000-07:002008-10-31T13:50:40.203-07:00My Studio JournalAs I develop ideas for paintings I make sketches and notes in my studio journal. It's a small black log that I take with me every where. In this blog I plan on entering notes from my journal and developing them further, hopefully with input from you! Who knows your idea may end up in a painting.Peter Bonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305171356439503621noreply@blogger.com0