March 24th, 2014

March 22, 2014

Final as of March 24th, 2014

March 22nd, 2014
Detail, unfinished

March 22nd, 2014
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in

SUNDAY: The frustration of yesterday has been fruitful and multiplied. I’m posting a detail of a section that I like, though it may no longer look like that. One fusses. Again, I went to work on it outside in the sun, and within half an hour it was overcast again, and everything looks so dank and dingy in the dregs of smothered out sunlight we’re left when clouds decide to assert themselves. I’m in A Mood.

SATURDAY: I posted these two photos (below) from different stages of my painting to illustrate how drastically the color of everything can change when the light changes. In the second (above) photo, I highlighted the area I was focused on to paint. I began by laying in all the dingy undertones and was looking forward to laying in* the warmth and light – but the sky clouded over, a wind came up, and the rain came. I was really miffed when that stupid rain came and stayed. I really felt like this was going to come alive. I’ll try to finish it tomorrow, but I fear it won’t be the same. The more finished painting above is still only about 1/3 done in my eyes.
( *I mean “laying in” like “slapping on” – though I would probably have been amenable to if not an actual nap at least a good read on a dock in the sun if I had the choice which I did not.)

March 22, 2014
March 22, 2014

Windswept

March 15th, 2014
March 15th, 2014

March 15th, 2014
Windswept
Great Marsh, Essex Greenbelt, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in
(sold)

It was a beautiful day, warm (50 deg.) and bright. The sky was overcast when I got there and started painted but was magnificently moody late in the day. My intention was to learn how to paint these stands of reeds without using all lines. I can’t get an even or narrow line with the knife, and I don’t think that we focus on clusters of lines anyway, but instead the shapes that they create out of the surrounding masses of snow or land. There’s some reflection on the surface so the colors look duller than they are, I think. Will retake tomorrow. Incidentally, the scene behind the painting is not what I was painting, but a view off to the left.

March 10th, 2014

March 10th, 2014

March 10th, 2014
Ipswich River – Topsfield / Ipswich MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in

I had a great day with the “posse” painting in a new and lovely. Again, there was snow on the ground but the temperature was very mild – high 40s. The river was mostly frozen when I arrived but it thawed along the perimeter considerably throughout the day. I feel there’s something I need to do to make this better, I just hope it occurs to me just what that is before the paint is dry.

March 8th, 2014

March 8th, 2014

March 8th, 2014
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 18 x 24 in
(sold)

Not only was it a balmy 50 degrees, but the sun was out, there was almost no wind, and there was still lots of snow. An ideal day to paint. I went to a part of the reservation I’d never before been – the area that abuts PT Farnham’s and rt 133. Initially I had chosen to paint the landmark grey farmhouse, but after filling about 1/4 of my canvas with that, I decided I was painting the wrong thing and instead looked north (?) towards the great marsh. (There are a few things to tweak on this but on the whole it’s done – and if you think I’m exaggerating the color of the shadows on the snow, look in the top right hand corner of the photo at the shadows on the snow in the background. Same color. — March 9, 2014 – tweaked, done.)

March 8th, 2014

March 6th, 2014

March 6th, 2014

March 6th, 2014
(nfs)

As you can see, I’m working from a photo, this is clearly not Plein Air. For various reasons, I haven’t been able to get out to paint in about three weeks. It’s been frustrating, but at the same time, I think I’m undergoing one of those metamorphoses I occasionally go through – hopefully from this dry spell I’ll emerge with a new perspective. In the meantime, I have been trying to finish Baxter. I can’t tell you how many hours I could spend on this, or how many I have, trying to get it just so. In another 5 hours I hope, maybe 8, I will be done. I haven’t worked on the feet yet, and there are a few adjustments I have to make to his eyes and face. I know he looks like a dog – but I want him to look EXACTLY like one very specific dog, and I don’t think he does yet.

February 11th, 2014

February 11th, 2014

February 11th, 2014
Oil on Canvas, 12 x 16 in
(nfs)

In a hurry, in a mood, I did this. I’m in CT this weekend and can’t get out to paint. I did this before leaving and there are things I would like to fix, but it will be dry by the time I get to it. So, although I hate tautologies, it is what it is.

February 8th, 2014

February 8th, 2014

February 8th, 2014
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
Oil on canvasboard, 16 x 20 in
(sold)

This was taken from a distance, obviously. Your eyes get tired quickly from staring at snow a long time, even if you carefully chose a predominantly shady vista. There was so much reflected light bouncing around towards the end of my time there I really couldn’t see the painting clearly. I think I’ll revisit it tomorrow, when I can see better, and when I have restored my fine motor skills, which the cold had overwhelmed. NB – Revisited it today. All I did was tidy up some lines I couldn’t control in the field and incorporate the afternoon light which was a little more lively than the even morning light

January 25th, 2014

January 25th, 2014

January 25th, 2014
Cox Reservation Essex Greenbelt, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 12 x 16 in

I’m pretty sure I did roughly this exact same view around this same time last year. The reason is not that I am captivated by the scene particularly, so much as that there is a nice wooden bench there, out of the wind. Sitting on a wooden bench is much warmer than standing on ice or a freezing rock for hours at a time. It was cold and there were a lot of branches and there was a lot of wind. If the term “tone poem” weren’t so repugnant, I might suggest this is more in the nature of one of those than an attempt to get all the linear details exactly right. I riffed on the colors and lines, and while I could still walk I called it a day. I’ve changed a little bit since (this photo was taken before last revision) but on the whole, this is what it is.

January 22nd, 2014

January 22nd, 2014

January 22nd, 2014

This was just a sketch I did this week. I had Robert Frost’s “Come In” running through my head, and also a parable a friend’s mother once told me. I may type out the parable later, but the poem is this:

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark-
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That faded in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.

Far along the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn’t been.

January 20th, 2014

January 20th, 2014
January 20th, 2014
Unfinished

January 20th, 2014
Cox Reservation, Essex Greenbelt, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvasboard, 16 x 20 in
(sold)

I was fortunate to be able to join up with ‘The Posse’ and paint today. The earlier part of the day (when I did the ice) the sun was much brighter so there was a lot more contrast. As you can see, the atmosphere moved in and make my foreground seem darker than the foreground it’s supposed to resemble. I stopped simply because I was too damn cold. I was standing for a few hours on ice, in a stiff cold wind. I’ll examine my results tomorrow and either fix it or take a proper picture of it and move on. (NB- Jan 21 – have taken a better picture, though still consider it unfinished.)