We went to the Old City Cemetery early in the morning. I stayed under the trees while it was still a cool 73 degrees.
I feel like I made a breakthrough with those trees by being loose. I’m even happy with the Chapel itself. Loose. Loosen. Free. Freedom.
Cherry picking at Seaman’s Orchard
Blueberry picking at Seaman’s Orchard
Just one of the gorgeous views at Seaman’s Orchard.
We have started our painting outdoors for the summer! Nancy, Terri and I went out to Seaman’s Orchard where you can pick your own strawberries, blueberries and cherries. The other fruit you can pick isn’t ready yet, but all of the above are delicious! Blueberries should be really ready soon. Really a beautiful setting and the views…….
If I’m going to be honest, I’ve been in an artistic bump in the road. I’ve been taking a lot of classes and really learning. The classes leave my mind full and excited. I hadn’t used my pastels or been outdoor painting for over a year and I was RUSTY! All my new found knowledge and now I don’t know how to paint anymore. That ugly FEAR that sits on your shoulder, landed on mine and the only thing I have been painting with is GESSO. I have started one painting of this tower at our local high school and I’m on the third Gesso rendition. In the case of my pastels, I brushed off the pigment and I sprayed alcohol on pages of pastel paintings to be painted over. In my encaustic paintings, I’ve been melting whatever I put down and starting over. Just fusing layers of light grey onto a substrate.
The view that I painted at Seaman’s Orchard
This is the start of painting.
The finished pastel painting on site.
All the ideas are here. They’re just waiting for me to open the gates to an actual breakthrough in manifesting.
I am pushing through it. I’ve been here before and got through it to be very successful in my career.
This was the first painting I have felt good about in over a month. There’s still work to be done.
JUST KEEP MAKING A MESS!
I’m the featured artist at the Renaissance Theatre this May and for First Friday tonight! In honor of the play Hair, I’ll be showing my flowers on cigar boxes in encaustics medium. Also hanging will be my plein air pastel paintings of the Peaks of Otter.
The Lynchburg Art Club will be showing the paintings from Paint Out Lynchburg. I have two paintings there. It will be exciting to see who won. It’s like being at a race. My heart pounds waiting to hear the results.
Also, my newly painted acrylic paintings are hanging at the Academy Center of the Arts, Arts & Education Lobby, located in the Warehouse Theatre. It’s Kenny Weinfurtner’s class I’ve been taking and learning so much. Everything is available for purchase. Sales benefit the Academy Center of the Arts, Renaissance Theatre and of course, me. #FFLYH #downtownlynchburg #Academycenterofthearts #renaissancetheatre #encaustic #cigarboxes #pastelpaintings #lynchburgartclub #paintoutlynchburg
This tree always seemed to be in the way of the moutain. I let it take center stage and it bowed.
It’s finally done! This project took a little over three months to create. The best part about finishing and delivering these posters are the smiles I leave behind. It gives me so much joy….and I deserve that after the sleepless nights thinking about arranging everything to drawing all day. I got so focused that I had to put a timer on to walk during the day. I have a quote written above my computer monitor, “Movement is Life.” It reminds me to have balance.
I draw each building separately and then place them in relation to each other. There were graphic challenges along the way…rearranging some buildings towards the end of the project, redrawing some, adjusting colors. I also learned a lot. All part of the process. Life is better with good challenges. My favorite part is drawing the people. The fisherman is my husband who inspired me. He’ll get that whale some day.
Fun Illustration of the City of Lynchburg, Virginia. 24″ x 36″
Paul goes for the whale!
Edible Chestnuts and skull treasures
Southern Running Pine (Lycopodium digitatum) Evergreen
Trees on the pond. 9 x 12 Pastel on Pastelmat
We walked around the hidden pond on the Claytor Nature Study Center property Tuesday. The trees didn’t think about anything but the breeze, the leaves abandoning their branch hosts, birds cackling and the colors! Along the tight trail around the pond were these magical pine plants covering the ground (Southern Running Pine (Lycopodium digitatum) Evergreen) and sharp covered shells that stung when picked up. Edible Chestnuts! Those skulls were a gift from the Center when somebody dropped off a box of SKULLS! Treasure indeed.
Nature just keeps being. It doesn’t care about us people and our activities. Trees in the Muir Woods are between 600 and 800 years old. America hadn’t even been discovered in recorded history yet.
I didn’t care about people activities while painting on Tuesday. The fall colors were great and I painted like a child coloring with crayons. With abandon. This is in pastel 9 x 12 on Pastelmat.
The contrast is great for color and light
Painting trees upside…again, but in a reflection
Adding clouds and re-adding the light into the trees
Putting in some ripples from the bugs landing.
Blurring everything for the water aspect.
Then the light changed.
Adding the Lily Pads
The Lily Pads are in…still missing something. Will revisit.
The reflection pond called. The light from the clouds bounced off of the pond and the trees were admiring themselves. The lily pads were at the end of their glory, yet they wanted to be the focus. Isn’t this the process of creating? The steps to honing skills. Bringing color, light, and nature onto the paper. We shall see as they evolve. Monet. Where are you?
I was a curious little girl. I am a curious woman. I still ask why. Sometimes there are no answers and things are just the way they are. Be sure to ask the right person.
Painting upside down
My mind couldn’t put the perspective right, so I painted upside down
Final version of The Draw in Acrylic
Encaustic Gesso applied
First Attempt with rocks uniform
Final Version with rocks corrected.
This is a short story on how this painting got its’ name. It began in 1981. When photos were taken with film cameras.
While some people might think that New Mexico looks like a great big brown baked potato, I think otherwise. Colors in the rocks, the sunsets, and landscape. Magnificent.
The painting started out as “The Draw” based on Blackwater Draw in New Mexcio. It landed on the canvas in 2011 with a monochrome under painting of burnt umber. I started it upside down because the perspective was challenging me. This way my brain would only see shapes. Other colors were going to be added, but we moved. And moved again. I kind of liked it with the one color.
2015 – This painting wanted attention. Encaustic wax called to me. I brushed the wax over the top very lightly and only heated it enough to adhere the layers. The sand is silica from those little packets that come in pills. In writing on the very last layer is “New Mexico is a great big brown baked potato” in oil pastels. This piece flowed out of me and I enjoyed the process.
I had my first solo art show last year and these are some of the pieces that emerged for the presentation. These came together out of an experience and I’m ready to tell the story.
My Dad was sick and I needed to go home to Albuquerque.
Although I take my camera everywhere to catch inspiration, it’s a good place to hide behind. I took this shot of a plane being de-iced at the airport while heading out west to be with my Dad. It translated nicely to an encaustic on a cigar box.
December 26 getting de-iced
As life goes, my Dad passed and the night before the memorial service, we headed to Sandia Casino to drop my sons off for the night as there wasn’t enough room at my parents’ house. This is a shot from the Northeast Heights in Albuquerque where you can see the whole city below. Those guys managed to stay up all night and win $5000. They both felt like their Poppy was right there with them cheering them on.
To the casino
A month later I headed home. I made all of my connections and was stuck in the Dulles Airport where I was supposed to take a puddle jumper (literally, as the weather was bad) to Charlottesville, VA. My husband was waiting there for me. Oh, how much I missed him. They kept moving the flight, cancelling it, and finally we all boarded. Prop plane. In a storm. The lady I sat next to in the front row looks at me and says “we’re gonna die.” I answer “maybe you will, but I’m not dying.” So weird. We sat on the tarmac while being de-iced. Other planes next to us were getting their treatment. Ten minutes later…”This is the captain speaking. This flight has been cancelled.”
On the tarmac in the “death” plane January 27 – encaustic on a cigar box (sold)
Luckily for me, my son lives in D.C. where he rescued me from the airport. He drove us through that rainy night like a speed boat. I stayed behind my camera as I did not have on a life-preserver on. The next morning I took a train home. Pretzels and beer can be a complete meal.
The rescue from the airport – Pastel
We all have a story to tell and this one came out through my art. Who knew?