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Elementary, My Dear Watercolor

Art, Discoveries, Exploration, Watercolor July 23, 2012 Comments: 20

After my return from Nova Scotia, my thirst for mastering the fundamentals of watercolor grew.  One of the more difficult exercises we did was paint skies and clouds.  Being too impatient to wait for the skies and clouds books I ordered from Half.com and Amazon, I picked up a book from our local Barnes and Noble:  Complete Book of Watercolors in a Weekend, by Frank Halliday.

I set up a folding table on the patio and started in on the first exercises of the book.  They’re simple, elementary skies and clouds, but they’re a beginning at working with landscape painting.

Wind Clouds

Storm Developing

By the time I got to the bottom-left-hand corner of the stormy clouds, I was winding down and overworked part of the clouds.  ”If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!”  And so I shall.

Happy Painting!

Art in the Nova Scotia Wilderness

Art, Outdoors, Play, Travel, Treasures July 14, 2012 Comments: 4

I’m in love with the Northern Atlantic Coast.  When I learned of a watercolor workshop package with artist, Evelyn Dunphy, at a remote historical lodge, including accommodations within private cabins on two lakes in the southwestern wilderness of Nova Scotia, I signed up for the adventure.

The drive from Halifax to the lodge wound through lush green, rural landscapes from Nova Scotia’s east coast to its western coast.  Famished and sleepy from leaving home at 3:00 am to catch my flights, I was thrilled to find a Tim Hortons along the way.

The cabins, while certainly rustic, were surprisingly appointed with firm mattresses and lovely Lands End or LL Bean style bedding with plenty of good and plump pillows.  There was an abundant supply of crackling dry kindling and quartered logs on each porch.  Each cabin had its own dock, just feet from its front door.

The lodge offered the American-plan dining experience as part of the watercolor workshop package.  We enjoyed our meals and each other’s company in the bright, airy room:  breakfast, lunch and dinner.  The dining hall was painted a beautiful, celery-colored paint, with sky-lights, hanging quilts and a canoe or two as part of the decor.

The lodge’s entry contained Stickley-style rocking chairs, a Victorian-style sitting room and an eclectic library off to the back with a screen door opening out to a flower-bed adorned with brilliantly red wildflowers.

The workshop was held on the screened-in veranda off of the dining room.  From where I sat, my view was across the lawn with the first lake in the near distance.  The beautiful breeze blew, sometimes softly, sometimes stronger, while we painted.  

Evelyn Dunphy is one of those rare, wonderful instructors.  She’s also a fantastic artist who’s won more awards than I can recall.  She was patient, thoroughly answering our questions and giving personal attention.  She provided us with a most comprehensive folder and live demonstrations chock full of tips and practical information.

The last day, I had to leave by 7:00 am for the drive back to Halifax to begin my return journey home.  I doused the last burning embers in my fireplace and set off down the dirt road.  As I left, the night-time mist was still hugging the lake as the dawn’s early light began filling it with sunshine, one shimmering ray at a time.

Reflections on Sprague Lake

Art, Outdoors, Travel, Treasures January 24, 2012 Comments: 10

What better time to revisit the glittering aspen of Rocky Mountain National Park than a gray January afternoon?  As I sit here writing and sipping dark roast coffee while slushy snowflakes fall, I wrap myself in a warm Rocky Mountain reverie.

Combine one artist-in-residence, his artist wife, several oil painting students and one watercolor student (me) on an en plein air adventure and you have a week of glorious autumn afternoons in Rocky Mountain National Park.  Toss in a couple of bears and elk to top it all off!

The aspen are unpredictable.  They can turn golden any time between late September and mid-October.  The brilliant colors of the aspen of the West delight like the Northeast’s intense red maple trees.   There’s nothing like a few days of Colorado’s bright blue skies, short-sleeve weather, and a group of artists to seal the deal on a perfect Rocky Mountain memory.

     Happy Daydreaming!

Windswept

Art, Outdoors, Treasures November 11, 2011 Comments: 12

This evening I was talking with friends from the wind-blown mountains where we met, at the edge of the high plains snug up against a mountain range where 50 mph winds are status quo.  Where from the same spot you can watch the sun set over the mountains in the west and the moon come up over the plains from the east.  No buildings or houses — or anything — to obstruct the view.

How I loved the feeling of freedom the invigorating wind evoked as it rushed through the grasses, projecting tumbleweeds like cannonballs.  The land is semi-arid and for lack of water few folks live there.  It’s so bare.  So elemental.  There’s a purity in wilderness, in wild landscapes.  The wilder, the free-er.

One lazy day, moseying about in a bookstore, I happened upon a copy of Painting Greeting Cards in Watercolor.  Inside, I discovered miniature painting sketch exercises, which I thought were perfect to warm me up for painting something larger.  The exercises are terrific for days when we need immediate, simple, creative gratification.

One of the miniature sketch exercises reminded me of that fantastic landscape where the high plains and the water-less mountains meet.  Talking with my friends tonight reminded me I’d painted it so I dug it out of the corner of a bureau drawer to share here (posted at actual size of the painting sketch).  It’s a crudite.  A little appetizer whetting my desire to paint that windswept land.

Portrait of Two Portraits

Art, Play September 2, 2011 Comments: 10

“It is a world of startling possibilities.”  ~ Charles Fletcher Dole

Ten years ago, I thought I could only draw stick people.  Portraits?  No way.

I don’t recall how it happened, but I came across a copy of Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.  It changed my creative life. To my surprise, what I drew resembled what I was trying to draw.

Excited, I decided to try a portrait.  I found a thumbnail of Louie Armstrong and bravely gave a pencil sketch portrait a try.  The thumbnail image is long-lost, but I still have the photo of my sketch.

A few months ago, I thought I could only paint landscapes and flowers.  Portraits?  No way.

Inspired by the watercolor portrait portfolio a dear lady and artist friend shared with me, I signed up for a watercolor portrait workshop.

I didn’t have the slightest expectation that whatever I produced during the workshop would resemble the person whose portrait I wanted to paint.  My idea was that I’d have fun painting with kindred creative spirits and if none of my portraits resembled their persons, at least I’d have a great time painting them.

The first portrait I attempted is still unfinished.  However, every time I look at it I can hardly believe I painted it.  I attended a workshop taught by the talented teacher, Jane Angelhart’s, and with her instruction and encouragement, as well as the encouragement of an amazing hostess and artist friend, I learned how to paint watercolor portraits.

Ten years ago I didn’t think I could draw.  A few months ago I didn’t think I could paint watercolor portraits.

Never say never.

It Takes a Long Time to Become Young

Art, Play July 15, 2011 Comments: 10

I was in the midst of preparing a post about playing with paints when one isn’t feeling up to starting a full painting, when I received my email newsletter from Robert Genn’s site, Painter’s Keys.  Genn writes a witty article about the reasons we give ourselves, and others, for why we can’t paint.

Continuing with my thoughts about playing with paints, I thought I’d share a playful exercise I learned in a class Martha Kisling taught last year.  I daydream often about arctic skies and the Northern Lights.  Below is an arctic sky that resulted from experimenting with using twisted paper towel on a still-wet sheet of 140 lb. cold press.

I cropped the bottom third off the painting for posting.  My trees and mountains aren’t quite right, but I love the way the sky turned out.  I recall a successful professional artist who commented that he threw at least half of his paintings away.  If we can’t produce a masterpiece — and who can do that consistently! — we can have fun playing with new techniques.  No excuses!

Now, if only I could follow that advice on a regular basis!

“It takes a long time to become young.”  ~ Picasso

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