After the frustration of last week, which I realize was caused by my painting a scene in the worst possible direction sunlight-wise (SW I think – changes quickly over a short period of time), my goal this weekend was to paint a scene due North. I liked the way this tenacious oak retained its dead leaves through the winter, and the drama of their orangey tone against the gorgeous clear sky. I don’t think the photo does it justice; because although this painting is by no means perfect, I did succeed, in my own eyes, here and there, in reproducing the dazzling effect of the leaves against the sky.
March 30th, 2013
I can’t tell you how angry I was with this stupid painting yesterday. I ducked and tiptoed my way back to the car with it in hand, lest some other painter might ask to see it. When they did – in spite of my precautions – it was only the life-long, iron-clad habit of stifling my impulses that kept me from kicking them in the shins and running away. Today, I can see that some of it is ok. Yesterday was such a stunningly beautiful day, unless I were the angel of John Singer Sargeant and painting with light and not paint could I really have done it justice. I can do a few things to this painting to make it a little better, but I’m pretty sure every time I look at it I’ll still feel the urge to growl and kick people.
March 23rd, 2013
It was a very windy day, and the wind was cold – so I chose a painting spot not because of great inspiration from the subject matter but because it was out of the wind and in the sun. Maybe the perfunctory manner with which I settled on a subject prejudiced me against my work – I left after several (comfortable) hours pretty angry with what I’d done. Today I can see some redeeming qualities. In any case I look forward to the next one.
March 16th, 2013
I decided to focus on a tree trunk and paint it. I ran out of white last weekend and am still waiting for the new batch to arrive. In the meantime, I had only “underpainting white” to work with – a very different texture to what I’m used to. I wasn’t expecting this painting to come to much, was just doing a study – but it turned out surprisingly well. I post it here first on its own, then in context. It was a bit of a revelation to me, this painting – one of the very few paintings I’ve done outdoors with no sky or water. There’s a limited range of mute values in the objects I painted, and it’s amazing that you can still have a very tangible form, foreground and background within such a small gradient of tones. It was amazing to me, in any case. I learned something – for that reason I count this one of my very best. I reckon I produce one that I consider “great” (to me) about once every eight months. The previous “great,” IMO, was the July 4th 2012.
March 9th, 2013
This was a wonderful weekend to be out painting, as we had had a huge snow fall on Thursday and Friday, but on Saturday the temperature had warmed almost to 50 in the sun. So it looked like winter but felt like spring, and I felt great and excited to be out in the fresh air painting. The downside was that I had run out of white paint, which is pretty amazing considering the quantity I had not to long ago. I go through a lot of paint. I did what you see above while I was outside – and I stopped when I had absolutely no white left. By the time I got more, the parts of the painting I wanted to work on (adding branches in the sky and foreground, working on the rocks on the left) had dried. You really can’t work on a dry painting with a pallet knife. So it will remain as it is.
March 2nd, 2013
I wanted to paint snow, but there was not a lot left – so I had to trudge to the coldest, shadiest corner to find a decent sized patch. It meant I had to paint deciduous trees which I tend to avoid if I can. The colors this time of year are all dank and grim, I think I captured them adequately. I confess, I’m looking forward to spring.
February 2nd, 2013
It was cold out, though beautiful – I decided to do something small and simple. I did, the sky I was under was magnificent – couldn’t quite recreate the awe factor, but I got the blue anyway.
January 19th, 2013
Plein air painting is a totally different animal than your controlled environment type painting. I am sure I’m a broken record about this, but I drive myself nuts trying to keep up with the subtle changes of tone that occur throughout the day – and at a much higher rate in winter, mind you, than summer. The light is constantly in flux, and wind – there was a lot of it when I painted this, the grasses were waving and so was my entire canvas, rattling in the wind. So, motion everywhere, and I’m like the hamster in the wheel, trying to stay in motion so I maintain some semblance of a chance of capturing some essence of what I see. It’s about honing my relationship with the present moment, that fleeting little s.o.b. Sometimes I feel I achieve it better than others. Guess how I feel about this one.
January 12th, 2013
There was a stunningly high tide today, and since I was wearing my tall rubber boots I decided to wade in a little to find a good spot to paint. It was then I learned that my rubber boots are full of holes. I stayed anyway, but confess that dreams of warm and dry feet were my main focus, the painting probably suffered as a result. I may tweak this one a bit, but am inclined to leave it as it stands for the most part.
October 27th, 2012
Looking as the sun filters through leaves and seeing jewel tones, stained glass everywhere… this was one I tried to “fix” when I got home, and it changed a lot.