About a year ago, a good friend of mine was getting rid of his deceased uncle's possessions. He was an artist. "Come check out his paintings & frames," he said. "You can re-use the canvases - we have hundreds." So off I went to rummage through a huge collection of landscapes and portraits by Ray Ronyak. Most of the portraits were of family members and you won't be able to find him on Google. It was a strange experience thinking about the immortality of art - whether the artist is remembered or not. And here are hundreds of high quality pieces, that took a person a huge amount of time to execute, piled in a basement, ready to be picked over by vultures like me.
Unable to completely blanch the canvas and erase Ray's print on this world (only the artist can do that to their own pieces!), I've been hanging onto these pieces - trying to come up with an idea of what to do with them. I finally decided to just start playing around. Sometimes I've found that the physical act of applying paint to a canvas will spark inspiration. So...I took a chance on that thought...
|Ronyak's original piece|