America Martin

There is not enough time in this life for all the things I want to learn & wonder at this world. #supportart www.americamartin.com
So happy to see “Bare Feet” in its new home. Artwork by America Martin. 
#interiors #contemporaryart #painting #americamartin #carverhillgallery 

So happy to see “Bare Feet” in its new home. Artwork by America Martin. 

#interiors #contemporaryart #painting #americamartin #carverhillgallery 

If you haven’t yet seen Bruce Davidson’s photo series “Brooklyn Gang,” you must. Feel what it was like to be young and restless in the summer of 1959. 

If you haven’t yet seen Bruce Davidson’s photo series “Brooklyn Gang,” you must. Feel what it was like to be young and restless in the summer of 1959. 

George McNeil (1908-1995), a pioneer Abstract Expressionist of the New York School, had over forty solo exhibitions during his lifetime. Between the ’40s and until the mid ’60s his art was decidedly abstract but it was always joined to metaphor.

From the ’70s onward, McNeil explored ways to expand beyond the cannons of the Abstract Expressionism. In this period his work became more figurative, drawing inspiration from the dynamic life of the city, its dancers, discos and sports. Throughout his career as a painter McNeil commanded a mastery technique, capable of creating paintings of rich texture depth and color. 

Printmaker Laxma Goud 

Printmaker Laxma Goud 

An oldie but goodie by America Martin.

An oldie but goodie by America Martin.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

Austrailian painter Rupert Bunny (b.1864-1947).

Austrailian painter Rupert Bunny (b.1864-1947).

Marc Chagall, I love your face. Your nose, your pursed lips, your wild hair. Oh how I wish I could draw you from life. 
Paris, 1934.

Marc Chagall, I love your face. Your nose, your pursed lips, your wild hair. Oh how I wish I could draw you from life. 

Paris, 1934.

Aoki Tetsuo Illustration

Aoki Tetsuo Illustration

A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.

—Michelangelo

"Mother Death" by Benny Andrews 

"Mother Death" by Benny Andrews 

I will be at Art Silicon Valley with the Joanne Artman Gallery in October. Come see me along with Anja Van Herle, James Verbicky, Jana Cruder, Pedro Bonnin, Robert Mars and Stallman!

I will be at Art Silicon Valley with the Joanne Artman Gallery in October. Come see me along with Anja Van Herle, James Verbicky, Jana Cruder, Pedro Bonnin, Robert Mars and Stallman!

The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.

—Gustave Flaubert

america-martin:

“In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of they hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might” ― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

america-martin:

“In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of they hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might” 
― Carson McCullersThe Heart is a Lonely Hunter