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Asa

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Tue, 15 May 2012 04:42:09 +0000

6″x8″ acrylic on cardboard, 2012. This painting, the second of two portrait gifts for Kathleen from Paul, features their three-year-old son Asa. I have experienced Asa’s ardor for trucks and trains first-hand, as Asa and Sonja sometimes get to play together. He imbues them with vigorous, joyful personalities, and expresses his deepest good will by offering his favorites to his playmates to borrow. It was such a pleasure to paint his sweet, striking face, which in person is incredibly animated — Paul tells me that it was nearly impossible to get him to be still long enough for a decent photo! Here are my recent portraits of Sonja and Asa side-by-side:

Sonja With Braids

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 14:03:58 +0000

5″x7″ acrylic on cardboard, 2012. Took a break from the toys to paint my favorite little face… Sonja is four, and I think I’m going to try to make yearly portraits of her from now on. Is it evident that I love the Andrew Wyeth Helga paintings? Sonja’s braids definitely conjured them for me!

Hiyu (Pet Portrait)

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 05:09:42 +0000

9″x12″ acylic, 2012. What a lovely change of scenery! It’s novel and thrilling for me to have the opportunity to paint a beloved pet, and wonderful to see such intelligence and personality gazing back at me. This portrait of Hiyu, who passed two years ago, was commissioned by Heidi as a gift for Hiyu’s owners, Heidi’s dear friends. Heidi tells me that Hiyu was an incredibly sweet, 60 pound lap dog who acted like a puppy to the very end! I had the pleasure of commemorating Heidi’s own pet dog Murphy last year, and her daughter’s adorable stuffed hippo in 2009.

Oscar’s Bass

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 04:40:44 +0000

9″x12″ acrylic, 2012. When he was very small, ten-year-old Oscar fell in love with fishing at his Uncle Howie’s own well-stocked pond. Oscar’s mother Katya tells me that the fish were so plentiful that they practically jumped on the hook, and that thrilling experience guaranteed that Oscar was hooked as well! This fish is a large mouth bass that Oscar caught at the pond about four years ago. This is the first in a series of paintings Katya is having done of Oscar’s very favorite catches. Oscar was also the recipient of my Lego Bobafett portrait!

Vintage Drawing Book: Make A World

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 18:13:35 +0000

It is an exciting and rare occasion in our house when my husband breaks out a mechanical pencil and starts to draw. He has always made tiny, meticulous renderings of long parades of vehicles, in recent years usually under the guise of an explanation or description of something for our daughter. I’ve always been baffled at how he can get the general abstract shape of a truck or a helicopter correct without looking at one. Well! Recently he stumbled upon this 1972 book “Make a World” by Ed Emberly and excitedly explained that he had obsessed over it as a child.
Inside are a zillion everyday objects broken down with charming simplicity and humor…

The tiny scale and blocky, basic instructional nature of these drawings appeals perfectly to Greg, who also adores models and Lego kits. So now, he has Sonja imagine a scenario for him to draw and he makes it come to life via the templates in this book. Below, “Two Dragons Getting Married.”

My sister Jill wondered how an animal drawn via this method would translate to full-page size…

Ha! I think it holds up!

Books: Babar and Father Christmas

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:39:26 +0000

I love Babar, but somehow I had never come across this incredibly bizarre Christmas book until this week! Let me just skip to the best part, in which we see a cross-section of Father Christmas’ UNDERGROUND LAIR. Did you know that he lives in a cave in Bohemia?
And that his home is protected to violent, snowball-chucking dwarfs? So, that’s weird, but the strangest thing about this story to me is Babar’s meandering quest to find Father Christmas. Along the way, the narrator provides unnnecessary but somehow comforting detail about Babar’s hotel room and digresses about the pleasures of washing up after a long journey. He then mistakes a homeless guy for Father Christmas… …and spends several pages discussing dead languages with a “famous professor.”
Apparently in 1940, the French did not condescend to children by over-simplifying even life’s imaginary adventures!

Jack (Pet Portrait)

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 04:16:19 +0000

8″x10″ acrylic, 2011. When I learned that my friends Matthew and Erin were getting married, I began this painting of their dog Jack as a wedding gift. They married in March, and seven months later I’ve finally gotten around to finishing it! Jack, who poses on a braided rug that I has always been the centepiece of their living room, was a rescue dog adopted a couple of years ago. The shelter guessed that he is a lab/shepherd mix, between five and ten years old, and he joins 3 cats and two birds in that happy household.

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Pet Portrait: Zoe

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 04:17:10 +0000

5″x7″ acrylic, 2011. I’ve painted both of Colleen’s childrens’ loveys, and I’m so happy that she also asked me to paint her dear, departed pet, Zoe. It’s a wonderful change for me to get to paint actual animals from time to time! Zoe was a beloved lap-cat who would even tolerate taking walks on a leash (although it often seemed as if Zoe were walking Colleen.) It’s just how cats can get comfortable just about anywhere — I mean, she’s using the top edge of a wooden chair for a pillow!

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Bedtime Books

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 05:00:38 +0000

Forget Goodnight Moon. I’m here to tell you that the most hypnotic, soothing book ever written is Maurice Sendak’s Chicken Soup With Rice: A Book of Months. There is no eating of chicken soup going on in our mostly-vegetarian household, but nearly every night I knock my daughter out with this collection of twelve sweetly surreal little rhymes. This copy survived a similar role in my own childhood. Researching the book just now, I notice that Carole King evidently made it into a song, but I refuse to listen to it! I just don’t want anything to displace the way it has always sounded to me.
I suspect you won’t often find this on the Golden Book rack at your grocery store, although it was reprinted in 2008. Another gem from my 1970’s youth, Little Mommy paints a scandalously outdated portrait of motherhood. And yet I read it to Sonja all the time. She is not at all confused or suprised by its cliches, because it perfectly mirrors our own day-to-day existence. I’m at home washing dishes, clothes, and babies, and Daddy is off at work. I was once a modern woman – how did this happen? At any rate, the pictures are gorgeous… …so I just try to provide a little context as I read. Also, the little girl looks just like Sonja. I am a new convert to The Pigeon. Many friends have tried to hype the Mo Willems Pigeon books to me, but Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus was read to us at a library storytime in a very uninspired manner, and I just wasn’t having any more of it. And then, after battling later and later bedtimes with Sonja, I picked up Don’t Let The Pigeon Stay Up Late. Although it does nothing to help her sleep, we have a ball re-reading this page a bazillion times:

The Tiniest Frame

Jennifer At Your Toy Portrait — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 04:01:30 +0000

My husband LOOOOVES things that are oddly tiny. Not regular miniature things, but things that mess with your sense of scale, like baby zucchini. One of the most exciting periods of his life was a few years ago when someone kept mysteriously leaving tiny chairs made of sticks around his workplace. And so, when our three-year-old daughter challenged him to build frames “like Mommy’s” for some expressionistic paintings she had made on 3-inch-square canvases, I knew we had lost him to the basement workshop for the forseeable future. Greg hand-builds all my toy portrait frames from lengths of pine trim, but for this project, he decided to go full-artisan. For about a year, he has been curing wood that he cut from one of the giant walnut trees in our back yard… You can see the place where he removed the branch (which had split during a storm) near the bottom of this photo. So he cut and planed the logs until he had very small, even strips… and then put together a simple box frame for Sonja’s little painting. I asked him if he wanted to offer home-grown walnut frames to my customers, he said, “Sure – $100 apiece!” And I bet there would be a year-long wait for the harvested-to-order wood to cure, too. So there you go! Any takers?