khara devlin gilvey

“In the forest at lunch” 2020 ….. painted during the pandemic, reference images sourced from stills of Naked and Afraid and my own refrigerator. Thinking about human civilization, fruit, evolution and nature, Listening to @anohni sing “why did you separate me from the earth”, reality tv and of course- like every painting I make- relationship relationship relationship. Here I am, loooook at me, doing my best to share my work more consistently (starting NOW) The paintings I’m working on currently aren’t quite ready so I’m just looking around at what’s here in my studio. Who knows- maybe I’ll even update my website soon, and make it functional for purchases. Like my dentist said about my tooth, after he said maybe I need a root canal- “eventually we will know for sure!”

🔨 Something I forgot to tell you… opens this Saturday. 👀

Another reveal, another no name. 30” x 30” oil on birch. It’s my favorite one so far… sometimes things don’t come together exactly how I’d hope. But this time, it was better. Based on a photograph by Brooklyn born casually gay Alice Boughton c. 1906. I’m unsure of the location but I have an inkling it’s the Rockefeller estate, in a way a coincidence… one that directly correlates this painting, like many other paintings in this show, to the river. the river. the river. Show is in Beacon 8/9. More details to come.

Currently untitled, my most recent finished painting, 30” x 30” oil on birch panel. Again the theme of water, again a boat in waiting. In college my friend @seanecarl and I used to walk due west to the Hudson River in pursuit of a different landscape, and despite my reference material having nothing to do with that time and place, I feel like there’s some resemblance here. In anticipation of my show this August, I’ll be showcasing some of the included works every week moving forward. So, here we go.

Every day on my way to work I pass by a shallow pond. In early spring I started paying close attention to the two swans who suddenly appeared there. I appreciate how their stark whiteness makes them easy to notice at quick glance, even from across the road when driving quickly around a bend. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, I would think. Another day- 𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. But usually, they were together, and very close. Then one of them was nesting for a long time, never moving from her place. On just a little tuft of grasses in the middle of the water. After some summer storms I think her spot was flooded, and I’m not sure if there were ever any eggs, but there were certainly never any goslings. Then one day, in august, one swan disappeared. Every day I would drive by and look. One swan. One swan. One swan. It was around this time that I made this painting. I was thinking about 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. A while later, on the other side of the pond, I saw a white fleck off to the side - in the creek! Swan 2 had moved out, but didn’t go far. Still, idk why but I really, really, wanted them to get back together. It took a while but I eventually accepted that they wanted to be apart. I would spend so much of my commute thinking about how I was projecting loneliness onto a pair of divorced birds and maybe it was just the aesthetic fantasy of their two necks nuzzling, floating together. Maybe I was attached to my perception of them but I knew nothing about the reality of their relationship. But then, like two weeks ago… driving to work, I saw them. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬. Close together, just like before, as though no time had passed, as if there was never a road between them. As you can imagine, I’m fucking ecstatic. I’m so happy about it, it’s actually confusing to me. I can’t explain why I care, or how I don’t expect anyone else to…. I just had to let everyone know. I’m selling 20 numbered and signed giclee prints of this painting 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬, 8” x 10”. 50 each. DM me.

One week ago a book was born. Proud beyond words for @bunnymichael . Always impressive, always expanding, thank you for writing this book- it’s a gift to the world, just as you are to me (and to Rio) everyday.

Proof of life 2023

Proof of father. Long stories, long hair, a zen-like pessimism, a collection of historical facts and technical knowledge, many long sleeved button ups, uggs in the winter, a hat for all seasons. Always encouraging, always there, always loving… & blue tooth compatible.

Saturday! Come say hi and see the colors and shapes. A wide assortment of 🧶 & 🪢, and a few 🪑

Happy birthday to my beautiful, clever, intuitive, and very funny wife. When I met you, I had to think of a new wish to wish on my birthday- because you made it come true. Here’s to hoping all your wishes do too. 🥂🍫🍰🍓🍑🌺🌸🌼🌷🌹❤️

I have a new large project on the horizon and I need to generate some space/time/money/confidence. These paintings are all for sale and available directly through me. Prices posted in my stories and also upon request. DM me ! 1. Pink&Yellow Parcels, small (3) 6” x 12” 2. Hudson Winter (3) 6” x 12”. 3. Storm Rolling (3) 9” x 11”. 4. Red Bellied Woodpeckers 6” x 6”. 5. Every Morning (2) 6” x 12”. 6. Peach Wave Flower Drip 12” x 12”. 7. Charcoal Wave Flower Drip 5” x 7”. 8. Catskill Field II (3) 3” x 6”. 9. Catskill Field III (3) 3” x 6”. 10. Cow Pastures (4) 3” x 3”. #oilpainting #oilpaint #kharagilvey #woodpecker #birchwood #hudsonriver #hudsonvalley

Pretty much finished with this pile of arms.. 24” x 18” [In search of reference photos for interlocking limbs. Pls fwd]