The Art of Amy D'Apice
Working on my sketch of the old Bainbridge Lumber building, I find myself wondering. Is it still standing? During my last visit to the Island, I hadn’t heard of immediate plans for demolition, but it’s inevitable right? From my perch … Continued
Chiang Mai, Thailand We sat on opposite sides of the room—me looking on—she, backlit by a window of brilliant light and color. Her white hair glowed along the edges, a bead of bright blue graced the silhouette of her outfit. … Continued
Sometimes when you least expect it, small endeavors huddle up, start talking to each other, and conspire to become a major project. Here’s a good example. My street sketching practice has officially become an obsession and how could it not … Continued
Zion, Utah. Monumental. Magnificent. Magical. Lofty words woefully insufficient to describe the landscape surrounding me. Rich bands of burnt orange, pink, and yellow reveal the architecture of time, weather, and water. In the cracks and along ridge tops, feisty bands … Continued
What do you think about pink? It gets mixed reviews. Some regard it as sickeningly sweet and associated with Pepto Bismol, princesses, ballerinas, and Barbie dolls. On the other hand, it’s bright, playful, and upbeat. Too much could drive a … Continued
What so special about a mural? It’s not decisions regarding color or line—those are the same as in a traditional painting. The rules of composition remain constant—creating an eye path, establishing focal points, addressing the edges, distribution of light. Similar … Continued
Above: “The GOP” 2017 The most profound lesson I learned in studying art history, is that art reflects the time in which it is made. It speaks to popular culture, economic shifts, historic events, and political winds. Art is not … Continued
I sat cross legged on the studio floor surrounded by drawings. Whenever I begin a new cycle of work, I sort through the “stacks” to check in on current pursuits, search for inspiration, and revisit the good old days. While … Continued
A few days ago, I moved into a new studio. Before my arrival, the space was entirely devoid of furniture, not to mention signs of life. The floor lay bare, the walls barren. Any muses lingering in the vicinity remained … Continued
I had my first studio nightmare. Panic-inducing dreams usually come in the form of being the student who forgot to go to class or a teacher who neglected to write the final exam. Other variations include the actress who didn’t … Continued