Paintings from the Mad Hattery

Cover painting for THE MAD HATTERY. Acrylic on illustration board. 30 x 40 inches.

In 2011, I had the pleasure of having some of my paintings accompany Marge Simon’s delightful poetry. The book is out of print, but the paintings live on. Some have been sold, some are in storage and others still make exhibition rounds. I wanted to share a few of them here. At the time–back in 2011-I had fallen in love with Pop Surrealism and big-eyed-girl art. So, several of the paintings reflect that inspiration.

Two-Person Art Exhibit, with Bob Judge

Yesterday, Bob Judge and I hung our two-person art show at the Cranston Public Library. I’ve included a few photos of the work on display. The show will be up today until June 15th.

 

Library Exhibit--Hall Paintings
Library Exhibit–Hall Paintings

Two-Person Art Exhibit

Paintings

Bob Judge and Sandy DeLuca

 

Opening Reception

Saturday, June 8th

1pm to 4pm

 

The Cranston Public Library

140 Sockanosset Cross Rd, Cranston, RI 02920

 

Paintings on display from May 21st through June 14th

Monday through Thursday: 9:00 am-8:00 pm; Friday: 9:00 am-5:00 pm; Saturday: 9:00 am-5:00 pm

So…here I am

(Above painting: “My Life Without You…Inside a Fairy Tale”)

 

I wish I had a time machine. I’d go back to the 1970’s and do major renovations. Yet, some of my experiences inspired early novels and novellas. Recently, my paintings reflect those days.

The early 80’s were where I found my heart. I wouldn’t change a thing. Within a college art studio, I discovered myself through painting. In history, literature, drama and music classes, I realized that I had a brain, despite what I’d been told early in  life.

Later, for a while–1987 through around 1995–everything became a circus, and days and nights were a blur of vivid characters, larger than life people and moments. Photography and magazine interviews, conducted on a tiny tape-recorder, defined my life further. That too passed, and then came the late 1990’s, when I wrote fiction and poetry. But, the one constant through all of my life is visual art.

I recall nights I spent drawing childlike figures on the back of old photographs, waiting for my grandmother’s nod. She smiled slyly when I carved faces into an Italian library table that my family had brought here on a ship from Italy.  My mother didn’t scold me when she had to refinish it with sandpaper and varnish. She bought me watercolors and was in awe at the horse I painted for her in third grade. She said to my Dad, “Hey, she’s pretty good, you know she is.”

Today, I continue to paint. I tell stories on canvas. My art is dark, often not pretty, but I say things with it.

I have a lot to say. Besides the heartaches of youth, I had a brush with cancer twelve years ago. I survived. Recently, I thought I was heading down the same path. A health scare emerged. I was terrified until a procedure proved that there is no cancer…that I have time. What to do with that time? After that experience, I spent a month shopping in thrift stores and malls. My closets got so full that I had to invest in some storage units. But, hey, I got some cool stuff.

Needless to say, the shopping was a diversion, time taken to think about what I wanted to do.

Friends who’ve read my novels tell me to write. “You write so well.” “It would be a waste if you didn’t.” To be honest, I hate writing novels. Sure, I’ve written a few, but as I get older, the writing, rewriting, proofing…and doing it again until all is as perfect as possible, it drains me.

My fiction has been compared to taking a trip on acid, or fever dreams…mostly horror–and my audience is small.  However, I’ll still write. I’m writing this, aren’t I? Novels, not so much.

Then, there’s painting…painting is laborious.  I lay a canvas on the floor and work. I’ve always worked like that…since forever. Now, with age, my legs and back ache after hours spent on a project. But I don’t mind.

I don’t mind because I have lots to say. And whatever time there is left, until I’m too old to work as I do now…that’s what I’m going to do. You can’t serve two masters…you have to do what touches your soul. So, here I am, and I’m going to tell you stories on canvas.

I’ve shared some of my recent work here. Inspired by symbolism and experiences from long ago, forged with wisdom I’ve acquired over the years.

 

Sandy DeLuca

April 16, 2019

 

 

 

Creepy Things

The book ADORABLY WICKED is once again available, this time in in color. It includes color paintings and pen and ink drawings. The images are from my art series entitled Creepy Things.

At the end of 2018, and into 2019, I began a new series–cute and creepy. It’s influenced by the horror genre–as much of my work is. Back in the ’80’s, while in college, I studied children’s illustrations in my commercial art classes. In addition, I studied children’s literature. The two studies intersected naturally.

The Pop Surrealism movement caught my attention several years ago. When working on The Mad Hattery with Marge Simon, several of my paintings made an attempt to capture the “big eyes” of that genre.  I believe that my studies of German Expressionism also play a role in this series, giving my work a less technical feel.

None of the originals are for sale online. However, prints, greeting cards and postcards of these images will be available at my gallery at RedBubble and at various art shows I will be part of in the future.

Prints, postcards, greeting cards and other products available at RedBubble.

The Art From Small Spirits: Dark Dolls

In 2016, I had the pleasure of illustrating Marge Simon’s poetry book, SMALL SPIRITS: DARK DOLLS.  I am displaying some of that art here. Thank you for taking a look.