Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
This little tree is surrounded by a wild flower meadow. Under the tree is a plaque marking the grave of Bertha aged 5years and other smallpox victims of the Steamship Prince Alfred, en-route from SanFransisco in 1874.
It is a lovely spot. Currently the meadow is in bloom with camus, bluebells, and white daffodils. These will be replaced continually with other wild flowers as the season progresses. The sun is shining today and the birds are singing with joy.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
It was quite a rainy morning so I wore a big clear plastic poncho and sat in the driest spot I could find. I painted this spot before in acrylic but I wanted to do it in oils to see if there would be a difference. Well, if I didn't know any better I wouldn't be able to tell which is oild or acrylics/. And the palette is the same.
So I think I will use acrylics when I'm walking and have less to carry and not get covered with paint. As oils take so long to dry I tend to get the paint all over everything in the handling of the painting. But I will use oils on Fridays when I paint with the Al Frescoes and will be using my car to transport.
So many paintings so little time.
Friday, April 23, 2010
I like the freshness of this little painting.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
This is the painting I did today as it was when I left Holland Point. But I broke my own rule about not touching a painting once I leave the site. S0 I decided to, sigh, improve it my warming up the top of the sky with warmer blue and put the path all the way across, defined the tree trunks more, and made the broom more yellow.
I liked it more before I improved it.
I liked it more before I improved it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I did this scene a few years ago in soft pastel. I have a small sized digital image of it but the original was left behind in the Kootenays. So I decided to paint it again in oils. I like the overall composition but don't care for the brush strokes. Also the pastel painting was done on a steel gray ground and the oil painting was done on a burnt sienna ground. Hmmmn. Maybe I'll try it again but with a steel gray ground.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
I struggled with this painting today. It looks flat and overworked. As the weather improves I am less hurried with my plein airs and this results in a loss of spontaneity in my work. Tomorrow I will begin placing a 1.5 hour limit on my painting time. I have also wanted to paint a certain bluebell patch I saw yesterday but opted instead to paint the seascapes for the upcoming lighthouse shows.
Painting is like dieting. When you have a craving for something nothing else satisfies.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
This is a scene of the little yachtsman pond on Dallas Road. It's such a nice shady spot with lots of ducks and lots of miniature boats that people bring to play with. This red sail boat is actually wind propelled. The sails are manipulated by remote control.
I find the painting itself (a little 8x10 acrylic) a bit noisy. It is rather abstract. But does it work?
Friday, April 16, 2010
Today I did these two on a paint out with the Al Frescoes. The Al Frescoes are a group of painters whose only affiliation is that they paint plein air. They meet every Friday morning somewhere around Victoria and paint. It is such a nice change to paint with a group of other artists from time to time. It's amazing the different interpretations. Though almost no one picks the same exact scene.
The first painting is a little 8x10 acrylic of the old orchard in blossom with Al Frescoes underneath.
The second is an 8x8 oil of the forest. The daffodils are in bloom. The humming birds are buzzing. I live in paradise.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I painted this yesterday. It was at a rocky shore in East Sooke Park. A grey whale had been washed up for a couple of days. Apparently killed by Orcas (you could seem a pod of Orcas in a hunt not far from where we were). People were still coming to see the dead whale even though the sun was setting. It had the air of a pilgrimage.