Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in
Lake of the Woods, Ontario
A nice sunny, windy day – still shaking off some rust but feeling better about how it was coming out.
Boreas Sanctus
Plein Air Painting
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in
Lake of the Woods, Ontario
A nice sunny, windy day – still shaking off some rust but feeling better about how it was coming out.
I painted this inside the boathouse on a sunny, windy day outside. Like the one below, it was a sketch I tried just to get back into the painting way of processing. What was dumb was that it was so bright out and dark in that I couldn’t see my colours properly. It was frustrating but I had to choose either to give it up & waste the paint or see it through. I chose the latter. My fixation was on the colours I was trying to blend, the drawing & perspective were not important as is apparent.
Just a quick sketch to shake off the rust.
I’m not sure who he is but he asked to be drawn and when I saw him, I felt I have or will know him forever.
I was grateful to have the opportunity to paint at the Sargent House garden on an absolutely glorious summer day. I opted for a spot in full sun and was careful for the sake of being able to see my palette consistently to position myself so that even through the course of the 5 hours I was there no shadows would hit me. The downside of course was that it was a very hot day – not only was I roasting, but also the board I was working on! Generally I think of myself as relatively intelligent and yet it had somehow not occurred to me what the effect of a canvas primed black would be – effectively, a skillet.
I mixed & matched all my colours carefully and slapped them on the board in a hurry trusting I could resolve all the flaws the next day. Well, the next day the painting was dry as a desert and therefore unfixable. So I used my painting as a guide and the colours I had mixed on site and painted this the next day.
I got a little tour of the museum while I was there, including the John Singer Sargent room. The room features one of his old palettes, which I’m told features a colour blue that doesn’t match blues on any of his other palettes. It’s possible there’s a very dull reason for this – like he had run out of his preferred blue and had to settle for what there was available to him in Gloucester at the time… but I prefer to believe it is because of the unique roseate quality of light in Cape Ann, and that nowhere else do you see such a dizzyingly gorgeous violet blue skies.
Unable to get to the lake this year until deep into the summer (Well, mid-July but May & June are my favorite months there) I have been “mooning around” despondent. Seemed fitting to paint the moonlight.
Again, felt like being a little more detailed – plus, I have a bunch of these small canvases to use up. Was thinking of my late Uncle and his breathtaking garden.
After painting Obama I felt like I was not entirely ready to return to the broad strokes I’m used to as a knife painter. In the mood for more detail. Hence this small painting of a loon in my lakewater (Lake of the Woods.) I think it looks better in person though.
They say that it’s important for the maintenance of good mental health to devote time every day to gratitude. To that end, I spent the better part of the past two weeks staring into the noble eyes of this good man. I painted it, and then scraped it off, painted again, scraped again I don’t know how many times. But I wanted to do my best. Because I am grateful that for eight whole years this country was led by an honourable man. A thoughtful, sage, temperate and decent man.
(there are sure more fixes to do, but maybe I should just let it be. For tonight anyway I will.) PS Ask me who it’s supposed to be and you will suffer the consequences.
Another day with my great student who doesn’t seem to mind me painting too. There are tons of cranes by the water in Gloucester, they were too far away to fathom but very arresting regardless. The story for me was the tree – branches take on this pregnant, rosy glow as the leaves begin to bud- and this birch was also rife with pollen laden golden – hmm, seed shags? I don’t know what they’re called, but they look like greengold caterpillars and were quite lovely in the spring sun.