tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post4871561300062334336..comments2024-03-18T07:23:32.809-04:00Comments on Gurney Journey: GamestoppersJames Gurneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870848001990898499noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-40044110649255443272020-12-06T09:08:22.553-05:002020-12-06T09:08:22.553-05:00Nancie and Kath, wow, those are weird and disturbi...Nancie and Kath, wow, those are weird and disturbing experiences. It's so hard to concentrate on our paintings anyway without those things happening.James Gurneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01870848001990898499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-71005840933886991972020-12-05T23:44:24.912-05:002020-12-05T23:44:24.912-05:00Great list. Nice to know I'm not alone in thi...Great list. Nice to know I'm not alone in this.<br /><br />I was sketching the neighbors dog, when she (dog) came up and sunk her teeth into my sketchbook. Actually, it added a nice touch to the drawing - signed by the sitter (a setter) and the artist.<br /><br />A sad things happen, too. Ignored little children have come up to me at the park while painting and begged me to watch them throw a ball, etc. <br /><br />Also have had a man lay down and go to sleep by me, with a whole big park to do that in. Nancie Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00801617533001869069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-35840067157319432902020-12-05T22:54:13.704-05:002020-12-05T22:54:13.704-05:00Well I got spit on, on purpose. Once I was sketchi...Well I got spit on, on purpose. Once I was sketching below a small stone bridge on a hiking trail and two young guys came along and spit on me and my paper. I still have the drawing, which is warped in the spot where the spit landed.Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02015562157836761240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-91769190484468185862020-12-05T22:54:10.186-05:002020-12-05T22:54:10.186-05:00Well I got spit on, on purpose. Once I was sketchi...Well I got spit on, on purpose. Once I was sketching below a small stone bridge on a hiking trail and two young guys came along and spit on me and my paper. I still have the drawing, which is warped in the spot where the spit landed.Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02015562157836761240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-57970791653276468142020-12-05T19:10:58.786-05:002020-12-05T19:10:58.786-05:00At least you got a fabulous photo to remind you of...At least you got a fabulous photo to remind you of what could have been!<br />Kat Moodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11800216747060411469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-88875826636615621052016-09-27T02:35:28.205-04:002016-09-27T02:35:28.205-04:00Mad rooster will do the trick! ;-)
I just discove...Mad rooster will do the trick! ;-) <br />I just discovered that one! René PleinAirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03368603005553165550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-54569293283479210332015-06-28T15:56:45.053-04:002015-06-28T15:56:45.053-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-57471175809509177852010-09-11T19:58:20.158-04:002010-09-11T19:58:20.158-04:00The thing I hate most is being asked if I'm a ...The thing I hate most is being asked if I'm a student, or if I go to the local Art & Design school. It's infuriating.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-77478455414530871352010-09-10T09:48:26.492-04:002010-09-10T09:48:26.492-04:00I've looked over your paint box and can't ...I've looked over your paint box and can't find what you're missing... but more than that I must say it's comforting to know that even an artist of your caliber still runs to into these kinds of problems.Josehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03223845260850588926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-86366669357030166042010-08-23T18:36:31.270-04:002010-08-23T18:36:31.270-04:00Great post. I have had 10 out of your 25 "inc...Great post. I have had 10 out of your 25 "incidents" happen to me too while trying to paint outdoors. My favorite and funniest incident was when I was trying to paint a street scene at the corner of 29th and 3rd in NYC, when a woman pulled up and parked her car at the parking meter right in front of me. She jumps out of her car, (she is in a real big rush) runs over to me, and forces a handful of quarters into my hand while yelling, "You'll be here for a while. Feed my meter while I'm gone"! And runs away. Well, I know that I didn't paint the rest of that morning, but I don't remember if it was because I was laughing too hard, or because I was too busy feeding quarters into the parking meter all day.Timothy Parkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11741751450114800911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-11690772416718135372010-08-22T09:08:22.583-04:002010-08-22T09:08:22.583-04:00Seems people have been having problems like this f...Seems people have been having problems like this for a long time: Near the beginning of Goethe's travelogue <i>Italian Journey</i>, he sits down to sketch the ruins of an old fort, and the local villagers assume he must be a spy and haul him off to the police!HKPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14891069090919721983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-65874660997890805482010-08-19T11:20:40.582-04:002010-08-19T11:20:40.582-04:00Thanks for the post and list Jim!! Hope your trip ...Thanks for the post and list Jim!! Hope your trip was fun.<br /><br />I hiked about 3 miles into a national park, got all set up, placed the panel on the easel, set up the stool, opened the paintbox and realized I didn't have Titanium White or any other white for that matter!! I still ended up completing the oil painting. Not having white made me think about how much I always used it. This forced me to rethink how I painted. The painting is actually one of my favorite ones that I've done.<br /><br />Thanks Jim.Gene Snyderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11053341689191983550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-36580922147601908502010-08-19T00:59:11.439-04:002010-08-19T00:59:11.439-04:00Yes yes, well said. I comend your bravery in the n...Yes yes, well said. I comend your bravery in the name of art. Drawing out of doors is full of unpredictable dangers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-44497959319246577452010-08-19T00:40:17.511-04:002010-08-19T00:40:17.511-04:00Perfect time to tell my story. I was sketching som...Perfect time to tell my story. I was sketching some hyenas at a zoo and the border was pretty small. I sketched them for a long while and thought it would be cool, (warning this is stupid) to reach in and have the hyena leave its mark on my sketchbook... Kinda like when Fred Flintstone clocks in at his work. Well it didnt go that nice....bye bye sketchbook. I think I had too much sun that day.....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08799523478166353218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-33830980693979348092010-08-18T20:34:41.120-04:002010-08-18T20:34:41.120-04:00I would like to see each of these illustrated -- i...I would like to see each of these illustrated -- in your spare time of course! :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423051076809524563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-72904124386440523522010-08-18T15:10:28.555-04:002010-08-18T15:10:28.555-04:00I just had number 9 happy to me last week! Great l...I just had number 9 happy to me last week! Great list and so true. The perils of working on location. <br /><br />Having said that there's nothing quite like working that way. I love it.Danielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14246196432986734587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-20181196592323611402010-08-18T10:58:14.984-04:002010-08-18T10:58:14.984-04:00I as well love the donkey comment. - in fact the w...I as well love the donkey comment. - in fact the whole list was amusing to read <br /><br />People asking inane questions is a big one for me. especially the dual comment 'are you an artist? I can't even draw a stick figure'. <br />I know they mean well... <br /><br />I'm strangely inspired to paint out more.Lydia Burrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05300233363206161343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-26551382391122293142010-08-18T08:41:55.124-04:002010-08-18T08:41:55.124-04:00Early one morning, I set up my Open Box M and unro...Early one morning, I set up my Open Box M and unrolled my brush holder on a nearby log, anticipating the golden light that would give form to the wooded path that stretched out in front of me. <br /><br />With the sun's light came its heat and what I assumed to be biting flies. I absentmindedly swatted them, all attention on my painting. Then WHAM! One bit me on my back! Through my shirt! It really hurt!<br /><br />I glanced over my shoulder, toward the log and GHEEAHGGGGG!! -- a swarm of yellow jackets (who were none too happy about having my brush holder spread out over their nest)! In one panicked movement, I grabbed my painting rig in one hand and made a grab for my brush holder as I bolted away. <br /><br />If you've ever seen somebody pull the table cloth cleanly out from under a fully set table -- leaving the dishes, silverware and glasses in place, then you can picture what happened to my brushes -- most of them stayed perfectly in place in the middle of the log as I tugged away the brush holder. Looking back over my shoulder as I sprinted down the path, I could see the brushes' ferrules, sparkling in the sun as angry yellow jackets swirled around them.Daroohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02269629297022511462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-32180604858430028982010-08-18T08:41:41.190-04:002010-08-18T08:41:41.190-04:00Got knocked to the wet ground by a juiced up elect...Got knocked to the wet ground by a juiced up electric fence. Big bulls in the lot so it was cranked. <br /><br />Looked at the tree in the corner of the field and saw the top strand of barbed wire nailed in, so I thought it was safe. Little did I know the middle strand was hot. As I lifted the top strand and was ducking under, I pressed down on the middle strand with my left hand. POW! Ended up in the mud. Luckily not laying on the fence.<br /><br />Still painted after that though. ;)Billy Guffeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15630378626972553684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-62244015830748388512010-08-18T04:16:03.012-04:002010-08-18T04:16:03.012-04:00Hilarious post and I find the donkey incident char...Hilarious post and I find the donkey incident charming too.<br />I was once attacked by geese. And once my subject thought drawing him was my way of trying to ask him out. I just thought he had an interestingly shaped head but how do you tell him that? I certainly prefer sketching unaware people.Dithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17008055494016561814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-46226175918205471912010-08-18T03:18:09.597-04:002010-08-18T03:18:09.597-04:00Hilarious. Reminds me why I really have no patienc...Hilarious. Reminds me why I really have no patience with painting outside and quite a lot of admiration for those who do.Fi - WhereFishSing.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08750246299111419881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-32901916163308085002010-08-18T02:24:21.824-04:002010-08-18T02:24:21.824-04:00A boy asked me a piece of my Arches watercolor pap...A boy asked me a piece of my Arches watercolor paper to become a joint. Just a bit... please...<br /><br />A man asked me to be engaged. He didn't care I was married. He was not jealous.<br /><br />Very hilarious post!<br /><br />Saludos!Noemí Gonzálezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10318557498287110957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-24149961914285840602010-08-18T02:21:43.400-04:002010-08-18T02:21:43.400-04:00My girlfriend, her best friend and I made a brief ...My girlfriend, her best friend and I made a brief visit to Japan last year and, all being creatives, managed a few plein air sessions. <br /><br />One such location was Miyajima where there is a famous shrine gate whose foundations are underwater at high tide. We were there approaching sunset, with high tide reflecting the colours of the darkening sky and the brightly artificially illuminated Torii. Perfect. The sightseers out snapping pics of the iconic landmark started taking just as many photos of us, until another local attraction started to interfere. <br /><br />Tame deer came up and one took a specific liking to my girlfriends moleskine sketchbook, trying to eat it right out from under her brush. She got decidedly irate when she could not startle the tame animal, though the tourists around us were more easily disturbed. Together we managed to herd the beast away, though the light was failing fast and the moment had passed.<br /><br />In my opinion the memory is better with the deers hijinks, but my girlfriend surely feels differently.Cavemattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06998689510832223796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-79180126933038688042010-08-18T01:23:08.205-04:002010-08-18T01:23:08.205-04:00Once in Boston, I was interrupted at night by a la...Once in Boston, I was interrupted at night by a large, mentally-handicapped man, who kept shaking my hand, and then started asking if I was his friend. I said, yeah, and next thing I know, he's asking, "Are you my girlfriend? Are you my girlfriend?" So I got the hell out.<br /><br />One night I decided to draw a landscape for a girl I liked, and didn't stop even though I was eaten alive by mosquitos. Only my hands were exposed (planning) but by the end I counted over 40 bites on each hand. In the end... the girl lost it, and then started dating some bass guitarist...T Arthur Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07831844692245441302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999230124118604245.post-23443237633469727612010-08-17T21:58:57.421-04:002010-08-17T21:58:57.421-04:00A pickup truck drove up and parked in front of the...A pickup truck drove up and parked in front of the tree I was painting. A guy got out of the truck, pulled a chain saw out of the back of it and proceeded to cut down the tree. I couldn't believe it was really happening- did someone pay him to do that? ... I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard.Mary Byromhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12647925500872647350noreply@blogger.com