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.
I was in the shade most of the day. My snack was a boiled egg and that little sucker popped out of my hand and started rolling down the sidewalk. Argh. Don’t judge me. I rinsed it off and ate it like that pack of dogs in A Christmas Story. I think the term starving artists came out of how hungry you get when you’re creating. Between paintings I went to the Community Market for some meat on a stick! Sat in the sun. Glorious! Food, water, sun. What else is there, except for art! Too many exclamations?! This is the final of Mrs. Joys Absolutely Fabulous Treats. Such a bright palette. After loosening up on The Virginian Hotel painting, this one really flowed. Enjoy. #mrsjoysabsolutelyfabuloustreats #pleinairpainting #pastels #paintoutlynchburg
I painted outside today after almost a year. I hadn’t touched my pastels either. I’ve been using acrylics. I felt rusty. I felt like I was overworking the painting. I even put a light pole right in the middle of the painting. What?! After getting rid of that and just trying to loosen up and enjoy the process I feel that I came up with a finished piece. The Virginian Hotel is being restored and it’s beautiful inside and out.
#TheVirginianHotel #pleinairpainting #paintoutlynchburg #pastels
Alcohol Wash and vine charcoal drawing
Alcohol Wash of sky and vine charcoal drawing
The branches and back trees go in
The final version
Chinese maple close up
Well. This wasn’t the first time I ever painted outside, but it might have well been since it had been 30 plus years since my college days. It was the most satisfying and wonderful experience. The birds sang all day. The sun was shining through the trees. I was connecting with this Chinese Maple tree and its’ surroundings.
An interesting side note:
It’s funny, when you are an artist people say whatever comes to their mind. It’s as if you belong to them. They have no filter because of that. It’s as if you’re pregnant and everyone wants to touch your belly.
When other artists saw this tree, they said things like “I had no idea you could paint like that.” I’m on a journey and exploring encaustics on cigar boxes and painting night scenes with pastel. This is a good reminder not to judge others by what you see.
I painted this tree during the Paint Out Lynchburg in the Old City Cemetery this past May. I’ve been hooked ever since.
The beginning, no clouds.
The start of the “pile”
The infamous “pile”
Hello Mr. Face.
The finished product.
The Ugly, The Bad and The Good
Here is Week 11 of the Peaks. It was an interesting week. My inspiration had run dry. I decided to zoom in on Flat Top in my mind. It’s quite the evolution and this was the hardest to work through. The first one is as far as I got on location. The second one I added these ridges at home out of my memory. I felt lazy and did not want to add the clouds. I stepped back, squinted and called it good. I took the photo. Lo, and behold, it looked like a pile of stinky’ness left in the curb. Okay, Okay I say to the mountain, I’ll add your friends the clouds, while wiping away the “pile”. I put in shadows, purple and once again declared it done. I take a picture, email it to my painting partner and she sees a face in the middle of the mountain. I thought I was the only one who saw faces in things. ARgh.
The final one is faceless and doesn’t look like a pile.
Here we are at week 10 of studying the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was raining this day. We sat under the porch and I used watercolor pencils. I love the combination of pencil lines and looseness I can play with in using this medium. Pastels and rain do not mix. Talk about leaving the cake out in the rain. This was just fun to do. 11 x 14 watercolor pencil
This tree always seemed to be in the way of the moutain. I let it take center stage and it bowed.
Our Art Camp at the Claytor Nature Study Center
This was the ninth week of painting the Blue Ridge Mountains. Still painting from the same spot. The mountains decided to be in the background and I can feel them off in the distance. That tree asked to be the star from the beginning and I kept ignoring him. I think he’s had his day in the sun. Time for his bow. 11″ x 14″ Pastel on Sabretooth
The Peaks of Otter wanted to be purple
This was the eighth week of painting out doors. My children were visiting and we went to the D-Day Memorial and right during Eisenhower’s speech, a wasp flew up my skirt and bit me on each cheek. I could not sit on my allergic reactions. I was on the mend this day and still sore. Benadryl and Prednisone made for some tremulous dreaming! (Jimmy Buffet anyone?)
Everytime I paint at the Claytor Nature Center, I ask the mountains what they want to be painted. The Peaks of Otter were not giving up their secrets this day. I painted in the sun.When you paint in the sun, the painting will come out dark and those mountains were very dark. When I got home I experimented with purple and olive ochre. Not every painting is a home run I suppose. I will keep at it. 11″ x 14″ Pastel on Sabretooth
Rain Today on Sharp Top and Flat Top – The Peaks of Otter on the Blue Ridge Parkway
Blue Ridge Mountains Week 7. Sharp top of the Peaks of Otter is the main character here. Creating art is a form of bravery. When it started to rain on those mountains and all the other scenery was punched forward it was a question of HOW to MAKE that happen in my painting. I had the mountains sketched in, they weren’t working. I could wait until the rain passed or….I could swipe over the mountains and make it rain. 11″ x 14″ Pastel on Sabretooth
My friend and I go out once a week a paint for most of the day. This was the sixth week of painting en plein air. I have studying the mountains from our vantage point but, the sky wanted center stage in this mountain view. I like to start at the top and work my way down, but in this case I worked on the mountains first. It was akin to saving the good bite for the last. I don’t remember adding so much pink. The painting is on display right now and when I see it again, I’m going to photograph it again. 11″ x 14″ Pastel on Sabretooth