I Can Fly...

If A Tree Falls..., (working title,day two, painting in progress)

with color and line, but then sadly, I have to land, quiet down and make hard decisions. Verticals and horizontals playing rough with one another. Choices  to be made.  What to play up? What to play down? What to whisper and what to shout? So it goes with painting. The days that follow the first are never as much fun, yet filled with interest.

A Beginning, An End

What the Hell is This?

It's A BEGINNING, a first pass using  very wet acylics, wide brushes, but mostly a sponge and an overkill of Payne's Gray. It's a fun morning session discovering the palette, before lunching with the girls.  Drawing freely with sponges is the absolutely great way to break the ice when beginning a new painting adventure. This is a photograph, cropped from another photograph. How close I'll want to go to the reality of the scene remains to be seen. all I know now is the sessions that follow will not be as much fun as this first impression. As for what it means to me, I have no idea other than it involves entanglements and inter-relationships, the stuff that fascinated me.




THE END OF SPRING THAW, (my final title--I hate titling).

Spring Thaw, Acrylic, 20" x 20"

The End is when there's nothing more I need  to know.

HISTORY NOTE:

George Washington's mother's name was Mary Ball Washington. His father's name was Augustine. His father died young, like all previous Washington men and left George and four other kids for her to raise. She was the first General George ever knew, a hard lady to please. She said no when he was offered a commission in the British Navy. She needed him at home on the farm. Her no was signifigant to US history in 1776.

Sky Blue What's New?

SKY BLUE REFLECTIONS, 20" x 20" IS NOW THIS:

IT WAS THIS:

No matter how hard I try to ignore the details and simplify; it is the details, the intersection of the lines, the use of colors, one on top of the other to achieve the values, the distribution of the different weights, that intrigue me. The complexities and their connections in nature that interests me. So I've been plodding along, feeling my way--I still have a ways to go...

In the great outdoors to find a way to the field of wild daffodils that lies in a clearing deep in the woods.This morning, seventy degrees and sunny, was the ideal time to take a look at the situation. As I carefully slide the doorwall open, I was greeted by the steadfast gaze of a deer with a coat warming to the rays of the sun. She froze in her stance and stood there eyeing me as I adjusted my camera to get just the right shot, then took off as I made my way towards her domain.

The Accommodating Doe, digital photograph.

My plan is to have the gardener clear me a path into the woods. But after surveying the possible places of entry, I realized, it's some big job.Viewed up close, instead of from my bedroom window,there were a lot of  barricades between me and  those wild daffodils. While the situation gave me doubts about my idea, I was fascinated by the sculptural formations of the downed trees and the wide range of neutral colors. The structures were gorgeous. Powerful--certainly worthy of painting--worthier of sculpture. 

Reference photograph for painting or sculpting.

Close, But Oh So Far Away; To be Admired, but not touched. This digital photograph was the best I could do--till I find a suitable walking stick--or a guy with a chain saw and machete.