Well actually a week of drop dead beautiful mornings in Maine while tenting up in Acadia both on Mt Desert Island and on Schoodic Peninsula. i relished the solitude and the quiet. I guess I’m not much of an extrovert for i really enjoyed being by myself and alone with my dreams. Hmmm… the ocean and some loons were companion enough. The late evening light was beautiful. i only wish i had the fortitude to work hard enough to capture it. I promise myself I’ll keep trying-there are those who care and the beauty of ocean and woods are calling.
Somehow February has vanished before it even properly began. i painted a full sheet and ditched it. Painted little sketches and hid them. Didn’t paint and felt horrible. i have done quite a bit of net working and some painting with under glazes on ceramic tiles. Eventually those will be fired and might be posted here. On paper i really only have this birch tree: painted on a half sheet of Arches hot press
and these sparrows in the witch hazel painted on Arches hot press 11″x14″
i also added a background to this mallard and diddled his eye…
The white throat sparrows where the most fun. And, I also enjoyed doing the sky for the birches. i did botanical studies for the witch hazel although i never took a photograph of them.It’s not much to show for 10 days. I suppose i might legitimately include the dozen or more tiles of i’ve done but who knows when those will be fired. Mostly I spent time networking with other people. While i did sell enough art to pay my rent this month I’m feeling the “price” of doing business is too high. I’d rather just wander around looking, sketching, and painting –
and picking up ideas for more pictures like these scenes in Collinsville.
Two bells, 9 O’clock, followed me out the door to the car. Warming the engine I glanced down, 9:06 on the dash already. I’m always late it seems-always in a hurry. Fastening my seat-belt I curved out onto the Highway and across the top of the hill. The empty road dipped around a bend, cold and grey in the wet February morning.
Descending to my left the double yellow line abruptly disappeared into a dense pillow of white. The valley below was filled with fog. Breathtakingly beautiful from above the fog lay folded into the valley like a soft snow-white comforter. Then the vision was gone and I slowed to find the next corner. Turning off the highway I parked to rendezvous with a friend for a morning walk in the mist, destination safely obtained.
What a lovely beginning to a wonder filled circuit past sugar woods, streams, marshes and ponds. This is the circuit I always walk. Just a little over three miles it never fails to delight but today was made magical by the mist punctuated by the clamor of geese returning home.
I realize that i have been very remiss in posting to my blog. There has been so much change in my life over the last several months and i have been badly distracted. I hope to return to my circuit and begin to post more of my art and more news of my art activities. There is so much to catch up on!
Somehow my day escaped without any art work happening unless one can count hanging pictures and touching up trim and floor in the studio with new paint.
Anyway here is a duck i painted on Tuesday. On Wednesday I formed more hand cast ceramic tiles but didn’t bother to photograph those. My life continues limping along in a rather fractured manner and I keep hoping things will settle into place soon. It’s critical to keep working. I am looking forward to peaceful productivity after this weekend and the Opening for my New Studio is over.
the duck on my desk in front of one of the paintings in the studio.
A diversion Wednesday morning at 6:48 as the sun throws its shadow on the moon setting over the West meadow just before dawn.
I saw these drakes on a pond next to the Green House Cafe where a friend and I went to lunch several weeks ago. the weather had turned abruptly cold and they had flown out to their customary paddling spot only to land in and discover it nearly completely frozen over. the landing skid marks were fascinating. The ducks looked disgusted but their necks gleamed in the sunlight and the sight stuck in my memory. two weeks later when the restaurant owner tried to get them to fly around to the pond into the sun for me they wouldn’t even budge from their pen. so this picture was painted from memory. Now i am embarking on a study of ducks.
I’m OK with the head on this one and appalled by the line of his back. It should be much flatter. I’ve got to be more deliberate when I am drawing. Getting attitude right is every thing in drawing ducks. Plumage is the next most important part and I doubt I’ll ever have the patience to do it well.
This close up shows a little bit of the fussy nature of painting head feathers.
Dear, Anne, Debi, Prashant, Owen (S.R.), Carsten, John, Margaret, Janet, Hannah, Nico, Carol, Shari, Jane, Tim, Melinda, Michael, Jack, Nick, Oh, and so many more,-
You are the life line in my whirling seas, the house up on the cliff. How time flies! Here’s to 2018! May it see us all reaching toward our best potential and shining our light however bright that light may be. Know your light adds to the positive and creative light of the entire world helping to light the paths of others. You guys are the best! Keep up the good work and enjoy your travels.
In briefest summary: For the past month I have been focused on opening my own studio in the Farmington Valley Arts Center. This process involved making application, both electronic and with personal presentation before a jury and now setting up my space. I am now in Studio 9A at FVAC in Avon Connecticut and so delighted to be a part of this vibrant group of artists. They are so professional. I do feel out of my league; the little fish in the big pond. Yet, everyone here is so supportive and welcoming. It is simply wonderful.
Anyway as I get settled into the New Year I’ll share my adventure with you. So here’s to 2018 and all the paths we follow!
Will I be painting in watercolor? Figure drawing? Doing ceramic tiles? Working in batik? Sharing with students? It may well be all of the above. I certainly hope so. I am thrilled to be here and painting once again.
I am sending these out even though I don’t have anything worthy of posting just now. I guess I just need to acknowledge that I am here, alive, still breathing and at some point may be able to share the events that have been unfolding in my life. Only at the moment they don’t seem to include much painting. I am hopeful that will change. I do applaud the awesome work so many of you are doing in the painting and writing fields. I enjoy getting your posts. Many Thanks!
May I find inner peace and strength to live each day as deliberately as nature.
My life just now is a whirl wind. It’s been life in the fast lane with no time to paint. Still I hold faith that I will find/make that time to paint when the moment is again right.
So, Dear Reader, I am still around and even though I must recycle an image or two in the Fairy Boats I am painting at least a little and always evolving. I live in Gratitude for all that has and is happening with-in me. I hold fast in knowing this moment is perfect.
Here is the first fee booten painting which inspired me to give my walk a try even though i didn’t feel 100 percent. The woods are so beautiful.
And my walk today was marked by beauty in spite of finding myself unable to complete my normal loop. Part of the beauty was nature’s offering and the other the cheerful arrival of my husband to pick me up at the halfway point. The loop is only 3 and a half miles but today halfway was more than enough for my bad foot and leg. Besides i was missing my friend.
here are the Fairy Boats again in another painting. the sun is catching them. But they are beginning to sink.
I am working on the golden forest. Here are some photos from today.
It is the beech trees which are so glorious. But the oaks do pretty well too-