Flowing makes me think of water first thing. I love taking rainy pictures at stop lights. This is the corner of Main Street and 5th Street heading towards Madison Heights, VA. This took me an hour. There’s more I can do with it, but it’s late.
I made a promise to do a painting a day, so here it is.
This is not the best paper for this style. Strathmore, 400 series, blue. #HTP31in31
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?
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
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