Today was another stifling, sweltering humid day and tonight my student and I really had to push ourselves to get out and paint. As often happens, once we found our way to open sky and started working we felt much better. The air cleared and cooled and it turned into a beautiful evening.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Yesterday I posted an image that I wasn't sure I was happy with. When I post images it really gets me away from the work, allowing much needed objectivity. Well, I removed the post shortly after as I saw almost immediately what the painting lacked. I worked on it today and am much happier with the outcome.
Time to leave work for a week or so is ideal. Right now I have four paintings on the go and this usually helps me to stand back with a fresh eye if I work on them alternately. Easier said than done--some get in your blood and you just have to stay with them--sometimes regrettably- but worth the sacrifice as they always teach me something.
oil on canvas
Friday, June 25, 2010
Today I saw a large transport hauling bales of hay. Usually in June the field behind where I live is turned, but so far no hay. I wonder if it is because we have had so much rain. Every year I paint hay bales from this field I know so well. The birds have finished nesting and now the carpet of clover is rolled up to be recycled for livestock bedding and food. The vast size of the round bales provide a perfect place to hide and paint, and I relish in the fresh-cut scent as I am working. Here is a wee oil sketch from last June.
oil on canvas
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
This kind of day—humid, sticky and stifling- can turn into a perfectly pleasant evening and I took advantage. After the usual Saturday chores I headed out around 5PM for the back field and wasn’t disappointed. The air had cooled and freshened and was filled with my favorite a capella bird melodies.
I think that is what I find most enticing about being in an open field. You know that it is home to so very many creatures but the colours and textures camouflage them so well.
oil on canvas
I didn’t realize how long I was out until the sky really started to churn and I heard thunder nearby. It was a scramble to get my shoes back on, gather my gear, round up the dogs and make my way home- as I write this it still hasn’t rained.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
June is ‘the door of the year’, the gateway to inner realms. In the goddess calendar the first 12 days of June belong to Hera.
European folklore tells us that: good weather in ‘Flaming June’ is required if there is to be a good harvest; bats flying on a June evening are a sign of hot, dry weather, and if swallows fly near the ground in June it’s a sign of coming rain.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I was finally able to get out in the garden ( to actually garden, NOT paint). June always puts me in mind of the poem made famous by Jenny Joseph (who was young when she wrote it!). I never understood the worldwide phenomenon of the Red Hat Society, as this poem is clearly about NON-conformity.