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A Series of ‘Limited Palette’ Paintings
Painters have a wide variety of ‘tube colors’ to use in trying to achieve their desired hues. I’ve got 30 or 40 tubes of almost every color you can imagine, most of them untouched. For quite awhile, I’ve opted to limit the number of tubes I use, challenging myself to mix a broad variety of colors from a handful of basic hues. Painters call this a ‘limited palette’. It lightens the load of what you have to carry around with you and it helps give a unity of color to your painting. Nice attributes.
There’s no specified set of colors for a limited palette. In the past, I’ve typically used a ‘split primary’ group, which includes two versions of each primary color, plus white and maybe black. Each of the two selected primaries ‘bends’ toward a different adjacent secondary color. For instance, cadmium red tends toward orange (yellow), while alizarin crimson tends toward a purple (blue). Blues may include phtalo or cerulean blue which tend toward green (yellow) and ultramarine blue which leans toward purple (red). Split yellows might include cadmium yellow light, which tends green (yellow), and cadmium yellow, which tends toward orange/red.
If you want to mix a bright saturated orange using such a palette, you’d combine cadmium red and cadmium yellow, rather than alizarin red and/or cadmium yellow light – a combo that produces duller, less saturated oranges. And so on.
Here are a few of my paintings using the split primary palette.
More recently, as a result of a zoom class with Bernie Dellario and a number of painting buddies, I’ve been working with an even MORE limited palette — just three primaries + white & a neutral earth red: Hansa yellow; pyrole red; ultramarine blue; transparent red oxide and Titanium white. What a challenge, but I think I’m getting the hang of mixing a broad range of colors from these meager starting points. Here are some recent paintings using this palette.
A Past Start Destined to Remain Unfinished. Dad on the 4th, 2010.
In the last post, I included a photo I took of Dad during our July 4th party in 2010. I have always treasured that shot. Back in 2014, when I was beginning to experiment with gouache, I decided to hazard a rendering of the fuzzy image. I got it to this stage in my first session and put it aside for further work. I have never had the nerve to do more on it because I was afraid of messing it up or not doing Dad justice. I’m now declaring it ‘officially unfinished’. It’s not gonna be changing. I like it ‘as is’, shortcomings and all.
- Dad – July 4, 2010. Gouache on paper.
- Dad. July 4, 2010.
Family 4th Memories
As much of Biloxi knows, the O’Keefe family always celebrated the 4th (and our dad Jerry’s July 12th birthday) with a frolicking bash on the front lawn of 510 Beach Blvd. We would chow down on burgers, hot dogs, beer & cake and boogie to the sounds of “Butterbean” delivered by Bo & Dee. (That assumes Martha had supplied the right brand and quantity of gin for Dee!)
We always took a crop of photos of Dad, Martha, ourselves and the fireworks that followed, all overlooking our beauties: the beach, Dad’s palms, Biloxi Sound, and Deer Island. Here are a few glimpses of times past (an especially colorful 2010 & our Dad’s last party in 2016, a month before he passed away at age 93).
- The man. 2010.
- Dad & Alison, whom we also remember with great love. 2010.
- Bo & Dee doing their thang. 2016.
- Dad making his Independence Day & birthday remarks to the crowd.
- The great grands line up for time with the ole man. 2016.
- Bringing out the cake for #93. 2016.
- After the singing. 2016.
- Claiming chairs. 2010.
- Ready for the Show. 2010.
- Smiley Face sums it up perfectly. 2016.
Mississippi Workshop – Part II. Water & Wildlife.
It would be impossible to retrace our workshop footsteps and recount all of our painting triumphs and pratfalls, so I’ll just say: WATER and WILDLIFE! We spent every day painting by beautiful waters ~~ the old Ocean Springs harbor, the gentle marshes of the Gulf Islands National Seashore, the sparkling Ocean Springs beaches and the marshy streams meandering down to the shore. Here are a few shots of the waters we enjoyed.
And as for the wildlife, there was a feast for the eyes ~~ from bombardier pelicans, sunning alligators, eel-gulping herons, osprey, crab and who knows what else. And I guess we have to count as ‘wildlife’ the daring youngsters, male and female, who paddle boarded within feet of the alligator after he decided to take a dip in the harbor.
Painting #18. Toothiness I ~~ the Start of Another Intermittent Series
My hubby and I stick our toothbrushes into a tarnished old holder in between brushings. Awhile back, I started paying attention to how they’re standing ~~ are they facing each other leaning in for a kiss? Are they turned away from each other? Is one facing away while the other looks on?
It’s been fun anthropomorphizing these humble objects. I’ve even started noticing brush positions at other folks’ homes — family, mind you, not friends!! I’ve taken photos of some of these little vignettes and even crafted some arrangements. They’re a form of truthiness — errrr toothiness, right?? Or am I just crazy?
Here’s a painting of our ancient holder and current brushes, from life . . . .

#18. Toothiness I. Oil on Arches Oil Paper. 8″ x 10″.
Thinking of You, Dad. Belated Memorial Day Salute!
I hope everyone had a good and thoughtful Memorial Day weekend. I spent a lot of it remembering and reflecting about my late father and his military service. Thank you, Dad!
Thought I’d share some photos from his service as a Marine pilot in the Pacific in 1945. As many of you know, he shot down 5 Japanese planes on his first combat mission, becoming an ace at his first opportunity. He never gloried in these killings. In fact, he had a Mass said on behalf of those other young pilots every year on the anniversary of their deaths.
- Dad with fellow ‘Death Rattlers’.
- Dad with a couple of local fellows. Okinawa.
- Dad, happy to have survived five times in one afternoon.
Africa: Motherland, not S***hole.
I’ve been busy on our Gallery B exhibit, which kicked off last night with a public reception. The weather cooperated and a number of folks came by to enjoy chocolates and art.
I woke up today with different thoughts on my mind ~~ recent denigrations of people based on their home country (and skin color??). I love the phrase ‘out of Africa’ for its pithy recognition that all of us are children of Africa. We have a common lineage. Where we settled ~~ hot equator or cooler clime ~~ determined whether our skins darkened or not. I’m sensing T-shirts, mugs and other swag for this one!

Out of Africa. Original iPad Painting. 2018. 1:1 aspect ratio.
Last One ~~ Crispy White x 3
Here’s the final painting I’ve just finished for the Gallery B show that started yesterday in downtown Bethesda. This one is close to home ~~ drama glimpsed during a morning walk. A blindingly white, newly refinished house, over which a white-crusted eastern plane tree rose like a majestic crown, over which floated the daintiest puffy white clouds I’d seen in awhile. I quickly captured the stunning column. Here.

Crispy White x 3. Oil on linen panel. 2018. 16×20.
Sixth Effort ~~ Daydreaming in Cream
This one seems to pair well with yesterday’s painting. I wanted to do them simultaneously so as to capture, if I could, somewhat of the same, dreamy, calm, mysterious feel. (It’s actually based on a faded Polaroid photo I have in my stash.)

Day Dreaming in Cream. Oil on Arches oil paper. 2018. 12×12.