Argh. After finishing the other train station painting, I went back to this one. My brush stokes were all over the place. The brick work was messy, the people inside were too big for the space and it didn’t have enough depth. Nothing was standing out. Now I feel there’s more focus on the people and the cart.
It’s funny how you can create something and you think you’re done. Then you grow in your experience and your mind expands. Looking back, I think what was I thinking? How did I think I was done and it was all that?
I’m being entirely objective here. If you can’t stand back and look at your work with a discerning eye, how can you get any better? More than anything, I’m enjoying the process.
I can’t wait ’til spring when I can go paint outdoors. Perhaps my new mind’s eye will be as expansive the view.
It’s snowing today. I’ll be picking out one of my photos for my next painting. Enjoy.
#painting #amtrakstation #amtrak #acrylics #valuestudy #learning
The one I thought was a finished painting.
Work in Progress. Make sure your easel is level when working with straight lines.
Underpainting with cerulean blue. I will start with burnt sienna or burnt umber from now on.
I’m working with the shadows now. Adding cerulean blue and ultramarine blue. I see where I need to correct my values in the second picture where the blue light is on the floor. Overall, I’m enjoying the process of relearning basics and seeing the lights and darks. #alwayslearning #beginnermind #artist #ceruleanblue #ultramarineblue
Beginning the underpainting for the train station with burnt sienna. Creating the sketches has really put me into the painting. From the perspective to the values. I still have some perspective to work on, but it’s feeling good. #perspective #brunaille #values #monotone #burntsienna #acryliconcanvas
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?
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 piece 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?
First Attempt Swirls
Swirls with objects
Beginning of Tadpoles
Texture of tadpoles
Texture of tadpoles
I drew and painted as a child all the time. I drew and painted in my art courses at college. Broadcasting got a hold of me and two or three television stations later and I stopped painting.
Twenty years later I picked up a brush again and didn’t know where to begin…again. The first attempt was to throw paint on the canvas making swirls and adding objects, it seemed so flat otherwise. The colors popped! It didn’t mean anything. It was happy, but just a bunch of doodles.
Gesso is an artists’ friend. Goodbye swirls, hello circles. Still…flat. Some of those circles looked like breasts with the objects in the middle.
As I am always photographing micro shots of critters, I posted these tadpoles stuck in a tide pool on Facebook and a friend inspired me with “You should paint them”. The colors were vibrate, the composition flowed. A 3′ by 5′ painting of tadpoles emerged. Right over all those swirls/circles. I experimented with pastels combined with gel medium. Acrylics. Overall, it was a satisfying experience. This is the journey.