This is from my 3rd annual trip to paint the moon on the beach with fellow lunatics. I love the gradations of color at this hour, however fleeting they may be. Reminds me of something I read by Virginia Woolf many decades ago–The Waves. Am I the only one left who has read Virginia Woolf?
This was from a weekend paint out. We were corralled into a small area due to a wedding in progress…but I managed to paint this scene. Next time I will try a different format.
This is from a few weeks ago when I found out about an opportunity to paint at the Museum of Natural History. They waived the parking and entrance fee, which was nice. It was kind of hot and crowded and it wasn’t easy to find a good place to set up. The waterfall is actually over to the side, but I had to be under an umbrella, which happened to be close enough to do this. There’s a little bridge and that is my focal point. As I was leaving I noticed the museum is near a botanical garden, but I couldn’t figure out how to get there, and I was exhausted so I gave up trying to find a way in that I could have gone to paint at the next day.
This was painted last month on the last day of painting at the Los Gatos Plein Air Invitational. We’d made an agreement that I’d return to the vineyard at the end of the week…but when I got there the third gate was locked. It later turned out that the owner had been called for jury duty. Anyway, I looked around and noticed that where I was was plenty good enough for painting-overlooking a magnificent view…so I set up. A friendly woman bounded over to ask what I was doing. It turned out she owned the property that I was on. But we hit it off, and she even invited me to stay at a tree-house she’d built for guests (I won’t bore you with how that turned out–let’s just say, I’m not so good with heights). My host had sent her husband to check that I was okay, since I called her before I realized that it didn’t matter. The woman and my host (the husband) also got acquainted. It was a regular party, on top of the world, in the middle of nowhere. They all finally left and I got to work. I was shooting the piece when I thought it was done, and it too (like the vineyard painting before it) went flying into the ground, picking up authentic gravel, twigs, etc. I did my best to get that off, and also to keep painting, since it seemed like I was not done after all. It really was a magnificent view, and I was “on top of the world” in more ways than one.
So I hardly know what to think about everything that’s going on. And I hesitate to post…and yet, I feel, I want to continue to add beauty to our crazed world. I felt such joy when I was painting these beautiful flowers. There is so much beauty around us. Why do people focus on hate? It just does not make sense to me.
These were painted in the same nursery where I painted the sunny table and chairs. All I did was turn my easel around. I’d had a wonderful lunch that was prepared with love by the organizers and then came back to paint again. It was a memorably wonderful day. I painted this almost exactly a month ago. Recent jury duty just really took a toll on my creativity…Hope to start back up soon.