Monday, September 8, 2008

THE ART OF PAINTING YOUR FRONT PORCH By R.L.Huffstutter


AN ESSAY ON HOW TO PAINT A FRONT PORCH
The question of painting the front porch is one that needs some time to contemplate. More than color must be considered when one plans for the overall success and satisfaction of viewing the final work at its completion. There's the matter of the landscaping; should one rearrange it? Would the rust tones of an annual vine be more dramatic against a weathered and aged vintage or natural grey? Unless one is truly concerned about the intensity of the impression the scene will have on those who might be the first to criticize, do not restrict the pallete to the conventional, leave it free and open for whimsical shades that will express one's attitude about the overall project and the time that will be spent in the fresh air, the true spirit of the plein aire school of painting.No mention has been made about the masonry. So often the concrete and hard-to-see items that are part of the scene are never painted. Sometimes it matters little; sometimes it is most important, depending upon how impressive one wants the scene to be. That's to say, will the front porch pass into obscurity or will it become a kind of classical memory for all who gaze at in the future? All of this depends, of course, on one's energy and creative ability as an artist and painter. By Robert L. Huffstutter

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My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.