This was the last day of painting before we had to turn in our stuff–3 painting max–and since I was going downtown anyway, I thought I’d get one more painting in. Not sure if it was worth it. It was 100 degrees or so. The slight breeze was whipping up a dance of filthy papers and plastic bags around me. I ran into one of the other participants and he told me about some virus or other going on downtown that had left one volunteer for the homeless without a leg. I joked that he was just trying to scare me out of the competition and we laughed…but then he left…and I was alone…and I’d somehow forgotten my paper towels. I called B in a panic and he told me maybe I had extra in the car…which it turned out I did…but I had to break everything down and then set it all up again…my feet felt swollen and bruised by the heat…the air was almost suffocating. I managed to paint this but decided to go with the first 3 which were already framed and ready to turn in. The next night I saw that my work was in a dark corner of a large poorly lit room…definitely not showing to best advantage…oh well…It was still a ton of fun.
This painting is the last one I did in North Carolina. B insisted that we needed to see the falls and so, although I kept debating whether it was worth driving there in the limited time we had, we eventually got there. B schlepped the equipment up the trail for me and then I had to paint really fast because we had limited time before we had to drive somewhere 3 hours away by 10 pm. I have to say this painting took a lot of bravery–in my background, painting a waterfall would be just verbotten–too cliche from the get go…and yet, really for me, there was nothing cliche about it…as much or more of a challenge than anything so I jumped in (not literally) and just painted as fast as I could. It was really touch and go to make all that grandeur work on a small canvas…and so many points I felt it was not going to work out, but I kept working with it…I think it finally came together….and then we hiked back out and raced the 3 hours to Chapel Hill–our last adventure before the airport home.
We went to a place to eat after I painted in the park and I saw this adorable baby and was about to shoot it when the mother looked at me and asked what I was up to. I told her the truth, but also that I hadn’t actually done it. A bit later she came over to apologize and explain herself. She imagined I was judging her when nothing could have been further from the truth…so we made up and I shot some beautiful photos of the baby being held by his dad…and we exchanged info…and I sent her the photo of the painting…and they bought it….Happy ending indeed.
And BTW, I’d be happy to do a commission for you too!
I think this makes a great pairing with the one posted from the other day.
So here they are together:
This is the first of three paintings I did Wednesday evening with a group of plein air painters. We were waiting for the moon, but luckily I got started since the moon never actually came through the cloud cover.
The third in the series of value studies. Next up, complementaries.
Daffodils–3 bunches for $5….and the challenge of painting yellow in shadow…..
B came home from his Thai lessons late and we got a late start trolling for a location and I was just about ready to give up driving around to find a spot when I was rewarded with these magically backlit trees on this hill. Shortly after, the light was gone and so was the magic.
Had to go out to Topanga today to drop off my painting that was juried into a group show at the Topanga Canyon Gallery. And since I was going up there and I know how pretty it is up there, I took my paints. Somehow wound up on this back road…A truck came by and asked if the car was stuck…No, just painting….It was cold and I had to paint really fast before the sun went down….But peaceful and pretty.
This was from last Sunday morning. We drove downtown and then wound up in Chinatown. It was a gray morning and the car stalled as it was backing into the parking spot. I set up, no one seemed to be around…and 15 minutes later, the street sweep vehicle was heading right towards me. Mercifully, he just kind of stopped short of where I was set up. I finished. The car stopped and started…and I made it to the drop off for the show and competition with 10 minutes to spare. We sat around Bottega Louie eating brunch until around 3:30, then made our way to the bank building where the show was…And I wound up winning first prize in LA’s first Plein Air Festival. And then we had to sputter our way home. But it was still a great day.