Painting I guess is my bridge over troubled waters. I latched on to this image from last summer yesterday and today when I needed to paint. The view is of the boat dock at the island, while the floodwaters were rising steadily and I was doing all I could think of to keep the dock from potentially floating away. From what I understand, the island and the dock are still there.
Green Sky Moonlight
On Sunday night I stood outside staring at the moon and trying to remove myself from the context of the evening darkness enough to objectively see the colours in the sky. When it’s night, there’s no way I know of to mix and match night colours – because you can’t see your palette, and if you use a flashlight, it will tint your palette yellow, orange, or purple depending on the type of light you use. So I guess you have to rely on memory. I was amazed the clouds in their centres looked ochre. This is how I remember it to look tonally. I had to throw in a lake and tree from my favorite place – also from memory.
A Resolution of Forces
This has been a week of major upheval – and I spent it trying to work this painting out. Its from a photo of one of the countless staggeringly gorgeous sunsets I beheld at the lake this summer. I liked that the flat lake reflected the rosy sunset, but the waves were angles such as to reflect the blue dome of the sky. Blue and orange are complementary colours (opposites) so that creates a dynamic – as does the contrast between the clearer sky & sunset on the left and the storm clouds in tumultuous light on the right.
Loon At Sunset
I have to fix the spots on the Loon’s back, and probably will toy a little more with the water although I may not. This has been three days worth of frustration. I think I succeeded to some degree in what I was hoping to do (learn,) now I’m just sick of looking at it.
Sunset Thunderhead
Sunset Thunderhead
(Lake of the Woods, Ontario, Canada)
Oil on Canvas, 24 x 36 in
Again this week Plein Air is a bit of a misnomer, as it was painted in the warmth of a sunny living room while winter cavorted outdoors. I was thinking of the island, and storms I’ve known there. That’s snow on the right hand side – picture was taken outside.
Afterglow on the Canoe Channel
I hope that bad things can be trusted to happen in threes. I am very sorry to have lost my uncle so suddenly. The blessing is that I will now have time to process all of these losses through the medium most soothing to me – colour. I took this photo in outside daylight. Open Studio this Saturday, February 7th is a go, FYI! Perhaps I’ll see you there.
Moonrise Over Channel Island
Another painted in studio from a photo / from memory during last week’s Open Studios. Thanks to all who have come out and supported me and my work this year! Happy Holidays to all.
Sunset Over Canoe Channel
My absence all this while has been due to a sudden and terminal illness in the family. I hope I can get back to painting regularly soon. Recently I had two weekends of Open Studios – the 6th of December and the following weekend, the 13th and 14th. Capitalizing on the hours I got to spend in my studio space, I painted this and the one above from memory & photo while I was there.
PS – if it looks familiar, it’s because I did a painting from the same photo not too long ago. I hadn’t brought any new ones into the studio, just decided on the spot to paint so had to make do with what was there. Also the previous one got ruined by an ill-timed car-door slam. The sky in this one, at least, is better than the previous (Feb. 11th. Wait for the re-take of this in better light to finalize your own conclusions on the matter!)
Strong and Free
For the past month I’ve been sick, I’m finally on the mend. I didn’t get out this weekend to paint, but I did some studio painting on Sunday. This is from a photo and a memory I have of a very stormy day on the lake this summer. I took this indoors and on a dark day, when the weather is better I’ll get a better photo of it. I should be back up posting regularly from now on.
September 12th, 2014
I had gone to The Old Granite Pier in Rockport last Tuesday to paint, but I was not – it was just not working for me that day. I spent hours and used a lot of paint, and at the end of the day I scraped it all off the canvas in disdain. I do not believe in wasting paint, especially not my favorite new paint – so I decided to look for a photo in my midst that would work tonally with the paint I needed to recycle. I came across one from this past summer of a loon, and worked from it. I will retake this photo in better light.