Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
The two days of painting outdoors on this beautiful farm in Newtown, PA were challenging. The workshop was run by Valerie Craig, a wonderful plein air artist from the Philadelphia area.http://www.valeriecraig.com/index.htm I had been looking for a workshop to attend and Valerie was recommended to me by a high school friend, also an artist. http://www.danireel.com/
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
For my painting, I assembled some of my things, some of which resembled objects from Cezanne's paintings. I tilted the tabletop, so as to see more of the shapes . I used a flowing drape and tablecloth to lead the eye around the canvas. I did not concern myself with realistic shadows and used dark lines to separate some of the things on the table. The colors are unrealistically bright. It was fun to paint in this carefree manner. Of course I had Cezanne to lead the way.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I will be exhibiting this in the New Cumberland Art exhibit at the Third Street Gallery in November.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
The weather was a beautiful this morning in Liverpool, PA--not too warm, with a slight breeze blowing. I set up my easel on the side of the road and proceeded to paint the view in front of me. The morning sun was shining, creating nice shadows on the road. It took me a while to construct the scene on my canvas. I took pictures from the same spot, as I always do, for future reference. I seem not to finish a painting, before my legs and back start to bother me. I laid in some lights and darks and perspective lines, etc. In about 2 hours I packed up and left.
I was happy with my color palette and was anxious to work on the painting when I got home. I loaded the photos on to my computer and began to study them, looking for the best one with the details I needed to complete the painting. I was about to print a couple of them and decided to delete one I did not need at all. Then disaster!
Somehow I deleted the whole folder. All my reference photos--Gone. Nowhere. Not in the trash bin or any other folder, AND I also had deleted them from my camera.
I looked at my poor unfinished painting and tried to recall more details, but to no avail. Liverpool is almost an hour away--don't have the time to go back--I'm really disgusted with myself. I put the pathetic little painting aside, but if I'm still mourning over it's sad state, I may make the trip back up next week--or not.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Gallery at Second
608 North Second Street Harrisburg
They congratulated me for this selection and honor of becoming a featured artist whose work will be seen by tens of thousands fellow Pennsylvanians.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
This was only the second time I have painted outside in the last 30 years or so. It was very enjoyable.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Ryan is a terrific football and lacrosse player. He is as fast as the wind and it's a joy to see him perform on the field. But what a special joy it was for me to see the result of his "performance" in art class.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I saw this red house standing alone in green field under a bright blue sky while on my way to Wildwood Preserve. It's hard to forget so vivid a picture, so the next bright sunny day I drove over the Harvey Taylor Bridge into Harrisburg and retraced my route till I found the house again. I took several pictures of it and of other homes in the area. There were row houses in the vicinity and I assume that the red house was once a part of a row of homes. You can see that the one side looks like it had been sliced. As it is now, the red house stands alone, looking tall and proud.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The ribbon-cutting ceremony and reception was well-attended. I mingled and chatted with several artist aquaintances and friends that I had not seen in a while.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Orange is my least favorite color. But for some reason I purchased orange/rust and pink outdoor cushions for our porch. I decorate with paintings on the outdoor walls. I found this painting that my granddaughter did when she was 3 or 4 years old. We painted together then. I loved this painting, because she 1.] kept her colors clean-most children overlap too many colors and they become muddy 2.] such a great composition- can be viewed in any way--accidental of course 3.] what great movement and abandon--inherent in a young inhibition-free child. Her painting is sitting on a small easel right next to my pink and rust cushions outdoors--looks great.
She is nearly 20 years old now. Sadly she doesn't paint any more--full of inhibitions--a by-product of aging and an uninspired, underfunded art program in the Catholic school she attended. Other interests develop and take over-she plays women's lacrosse for the University of Florida now--pretty exciting, too.
Monday, May 17, 2010
I hadn’t painted outdoors for almost 50 years. I never found the time outside very productive. I was always fighting the wind, bugs and shifting light. Still I recognized the value of observing real depth and true colors. So, when I saw a one day workshop, Painting Alla Prima, offered, I said why not? In truth it really was only from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Perfect. I called and registered.
In preparation, I purchased a WalkStool and a couple of small canvases. The day before the workshop, I called to check on the teacher’s name and where we were to meet. I left my name and number for him to call. He called. He sounded young. Very young. Younger than my youngest son. Oh well, I like young people-had worked with them before retiring from my teaching days.
It was then that I learned that I was the only one who signed up for this workshop and would I mind if he brought his fiancee along. Hmmm, not what I expected, but it was a beautiful day and I really wanted to paint outdoors. OK. We arranged to meet at a local coffeehouse at 8:45.
At 9:20, after I had approached at least 2 young couples, asking if they were my teacher and his finacee, they arrived. They both were very young, about 22 or so. Of course, they needed to get coffee and something to eat. [I had had my breakfast at 6:00 a.m.].
He informed me that we were going to Wildwood Preserve in Harrisburg. I had never been there, so I was excited to see a new place. We discussed the route and agreed that going over the Harvey Taylor Bridge would be the best way to go from Market St. in Camp Hill. I was to follow them. Naturally, I thought that since they agreed to cross over the Harvey Taylor Bridge to Harrisburg from Camp Hill, that they actually knew how to get to the Harvey Taylor Bridge from Camp Hill. Foolish me.
Instead of going straight on 21st from the light on Market and 21st, which leads you directly to the Harvey Taylor Bridge, they turned right on to Market, went through Camp Hill, through Lemoyne, wound down toward the Market Street Bridge, along the river in Wormslyburg, then left, then right to an entrance on to the Harvey Taylor Bridge.
Around 10: a.m., we arrived at Wildwood Preserve. After a search for a visually interesting spot to paint, unloading the cars, carrying the supplies to the spot, setting up our easels and other supplies, we were ready to paint. I surveyed the area, plotted out my composition and loosely swooshed on my shapes, light, middle and dark areas. It was about this time [10:30ish] that the instructor discovered that he had left his paints at home. His fiancee and I offered the use of our acrylics, but he wanted his oils. He left to go home to get them.
About 11:30, he returned. He came over to see how I was progressing. I had my large areas blocked in with lights and darks. He liked that I had not used a pencil to draw in the shapes. Still at my side, I was about to block in the trees and some of the foreground when he, hesitantly, began to offer his approach to a painting. I was beginning to sense that he was not that thrilled with my beginnings. Okay, fine, I’m interested in his process and approach to a painting. Alla Prima I, belatedly learned, was a method whereby paint is applied quickly, in a direct, expressive manner. The painting would be completed on site in one session
Using his oils, he demonstrated applying a unifying color, red in this case, all over his canvas, thick and quick. Then he applied the colors of large areas over the red, letting some of the red show. Next he plopped in the some trees, etc. His brushstrokes were loose, the paint thick and the exposed red paint unified the composition . Very nice.
He then suggested I do the same-cover my existing painting with red paint and begin again. Naturally I was skeptical, explaining that, although he was familiar with his process and knew where to go once the red paint was applied, I did not know where to go. He persisted and said he wanted me to get out of my “comfort zone”. I said that at 69 years of age, I deserved to be in a “comfort zone”. He smiled [ he was very sweet]. I think he knew I was not annoyed just enjoying a fun moment with him.
I got out of my comfort zone and applied the red paint to my canvas and attempted to paint the rest of the scene, leaving some of the red showing--very Fauve-like. Now it was 12:00, lunchtime. I unpacked mine. They had none. I looked at them and said, “ The signup sheet said PACK A LUNCH” More smiles.
I resumed painting , but by this time, I had just about had it with the wind buffeting my canvas and tipping over my easel, the passers-by weaving around our easels and paints . The strong winds had turned cold and we[ the fiancee and I] were losing feeling in our hands.
Around 1:30, 3 hours after we had started painting, we packed up, walked back and loaded up the cars. We said our goodbyes and nice to have met yous. I went home, put my “out of the comfort zone” painting on my sturdy, studio easel, printed up the photos I took of the Wildwood scene for reference and resumed painting “alla prima” indoors.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
This is one of the many spectacular sunrises I photograhed this winter. I have never painted a sunrise or sunset, even though, living on the Hudson River, facing west, I saw beautiful sunsets almost every night. As breathtaking as they are, I always considered them gaudy. But I just had to paint at least one. I approached it like an abstract color field type of painting and just went for it. Using my photograph to keep the color as close as possible to the actual scene, I mixed my colors, wet the canvas and swept the paint across it, trying to mimic the movement I saw in the sky.
I noticed that the foreground in the above image appears darker than my painting. I did suggest some light hitting edges, but my camera and the transfer to the blog did not pick it up.