Living on the coast has introduced me to so many new adventures and ways of life. The ocean has always called to me, but I finally have the opportunity to learn more about the lives that thrive in this environment. Part of that has been learning about boats, ships, fishing, crabbing, sailing, rowing, all things ocean craft. So here we have a channel - a shelf that will hold the deadeye, deadeye strop, and chain plate. How fun is it just to say all that?
Blocking In
Sometimes when I approach a painting I work one area at a time, finishing some details before moving on to the next area. While I did do some detail work in the background trees, I am mostly blocking in all of the basic shapes before I move forward on this piece. There will be a lot of detail work and getting the background correct is paramount. I don't want to put hours into detail work to find that I messed up a major shape. So for this piece, I'm working large to small, fine tuning as I go.
Applying with the Palette Knife
I chose this image to illustrate something simple but effective. When there is a lot of canvas to cover, getting the paint worked into the fibers of the canvas can be tedious and even difficult. I have discovered that using a palette knife to cover large areas of canvas works well. It covers the area quickly, pushes the paint into the fibers, and makes it easy to spread it to the remaining areas with much less effort.
Where the Mountain Meets the Sea
One of the reasons I so love living on the Oregon coast is because it is where the mountains meet the sea. The first time I visited here I was shocked to see a tsunami warning sign on one side of the road and an elk warning sign on the other. Elk at the beach? How could that be? But it be. Within five minutes of my home I can hike in uncharted woods, and a simple 5 minutes in the other direction I can be barefoot on the sand. This truly is a remarkable part of the earth.
Misty Mountains
I forgot to get a photo of the sketch or even the very beginning of this painting. I was so excited to get it started I simply jumped right in. I wasn't sure how painting mist would work, but it's coming along quite nicely. I am still just roughing in the background and getting started, but so far so good.
Midnight Meditation
This piece is a response to the poem "Demons in the Fire" written by my Word and Image partner Deb Simmons:
Demons in the Fire
When it’s dark outside
And I can’t sleep
I steal downstairs
And watch the flames.
I will my demons
To savor the logs
Compress themselves in
The grains of wood.
My fire curls tight and
Whips with force,
In swirls and spirals;
It twists up the chimney.
The heat from the fire
turns demons to ash;
then I climb back upstairs
and sleep.
Fanning the Flames
This is my first attempt at painting fire. It's a very interesting subject in so many ways. I love sitting in front of a fire and watching the flames. I think of all the verbs associated with fire... flames can flicker, dance, and soar; they can lick, waver, and leap; they can even glimmer, glint and flare. Fires mesmerize me. Fire can heal, and it can kill. It is beautiful, and yet can create horror. It is an element, a tool, and an art. It is basic and complex. It is if nothing else, fascinating.
For years now I've contemplated painting flames. How do you capture so much movement and still allow it to feel like movement? I took umpteen photographs and studied how the camera captured the flames. I looked at the colors, the shapes, the hard and soft lines, and all of the angles. And finally, finally, I took a big breath and simply started to paint.
Fanning the Flames
I normally would not be satisfied with a face this undeveloped, but it felt so right. It is not gender specific, and not necessarily easy to read emotionally. The more I pondered it, the more I realized it was exactly what this peaces needed.
Surprises
It was difficult to complete this painting because I was dealing with the death of my mother-in-law, all of the responsibilities of her family and estate, real estate issues, and other time obligations. However, it was also a very magical experience. I hesitate to use the word magical, but it did just seem to come together. It wasn't exactly what I had envisioned, and it didn't necessarily match my hard-earned references. But what did come about touched my soul and was exactly what I wanted it to be.
Fire Face
I didn't get a photo from my first painting session so this is a bit into the process. This is the last painting I completed in 2016. It was part of a local collaborative project hosted by the Hoffman Center for the Arts in Manzanita, Oregon, called "Word and Image". I participated in 2015 with the painting, "Sunday Dinner". They randomly pair a writer with a painter. As the painter, I create a painting inspired by my assigned artist. As luck would have it, my artist was the same as in 2015! I was there when they drew her name out of the hat so I know it was indeed random. And it was a gift to me. I really enjoy working her.
Her Tapestry
While I definitely have created something that comes from my heart, I want this piece to be able to speak to each person individually. So I welcome and even seek comments and interpretations. I may still do something specific to it before I sign it, but for the most part it is complete.
Suiting Up
I've talked before about painting fabric and today was another fun fabric day. It was fun to play with the lights and darks, hard lines and soft lines, and moving the fabric here and there and eventually right where I wanted it. I also got a start on the epaulets. I'll have to go back when the paint is dry to finish off the buttons and badges, but they got a good beginning.
Trailing Clouds of Glory
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Quick Change Artist
I'm back to working on Ryan again. There's no real deadline for him, so he sat on the back burner for a while. Part of the reason he ended up there was because I started to doubt my decision about his uniform color. It's a good thing I asked because what looked like green in the photo reference was really blue. He had to quickly change his uniform. But we're back on track again. Whew!
Stony Ground
I had originally intended for this to look more like dry acidic wasteland. However, the cakes of clay dirt began to look more like stones and I decided I really liked the look and feel of them. The message is the same. It is infertile ground. This would be a seemly impossible place for our lone little pine to grow. It's hard for anything to grown in stony ground. I often have to check my own heart to see if it is still soft and fertile. If I allow it to turn stony and infertile then my relationships with others cannot grow and flourish. I appreciate the people in my life who are willing to continue to grow with me even when my personal failings make me into stony ground.
Lone Pine
For several years now I've been drawn to that wild flower, bush, or tree that has the tenacity to grown in an impossible place. I've seen a tree grow to full stature on the side of a cliff where there can't be more than a few inches of dirt clinging to the rock. When I see these creatures fighting with everything they have to not only survive, but thrive in the hardest of circumstances it gives me courage to keep going and hope that I too can find the light and the nourishment and the strength to reach my full potential.
A Light in the Darkness
I love the comfort and assurance of knowing where to look when I need a light. I know where true north is. I may get lost often and easily, but I know how where to look to find the light that will guide me safely home. It is always there. It never fails. If I can't see it, it is only because I have stopped looking.
Dark Clouds
It's interesting how often dark clouds are layered with light ones. Do we tend to focus on the dark or the light? I've been working on focusing on the light in my life. Sometimes the the contrast makes the light too much to look at straight on. Sometimes it's the two together that creates the beauty.
Hedging Your Bets
I never really understood the phrase "hedging your bets". Apparently it's a bit like covering your bases, making sure you've protected yourself from all sides. Well, my little hedge here isn't protecting us from all sides, so maybe I need to hedge my bets on my hedges and cover a little more ground.
Still Waters
I love water. I love streams, rivers, lakes, and especially the ocean. I love rain. The Oregon coast suits me very well. I love that water can be raging and dangerous, calm and meditative, and oh so life giving. I love how serene and peaceful these waters turned out.