March 20th, 2018
The paddle into this painting is north from Restoule through Stormy Lake and a portage into Bass Lake... I would like to do that one more time:>)
March 19th, 2018
Looking west from Schomberg in December 1989 at a bank of stratocumulus. The distant horizon just gets lost in the clouds!
Stratocumulus clouds are intrinsically linked to the earth. Interchanges of heat and moisture and momentum between the atmosphere and the soil are further complicated by terrain induced upslope and downslope effects. Heating from the sun over a variable surface further complicates the lowly stratocumulus clouds. One meteorologist I know referred to stratocumulus as garbage cloud unable to grasp the information available from the various cloud shapes. In fact there is much to be learned from observing this lowly but beautiful cloud. One just needs to keep an inquiring mind open to all of the possibilities.
There were no housing developments in 1989.
Oils on stretched canvas - 10x12 - April 11th, 1990
May 9th, 2016
Give me an hour and I could explain the conveyor belt conceptual model to you.. It explains a lot of what you see in the various ups and downs of the clouds. You could see clouds from both sides now...
April 27th, 2016
I am always thinking about the science of the scene when I paint. The thoughts do not prevent me from getting into the zone and it keeps the experience and memories very interesting... that's life! (sounds like a Sinatra song)
April 14th, 2016
There do not seem to be as many classes in oils anymore - and even fewer in plein air. There are exceptions though. Plein air appears to be exploding in the US but that could be just from the selective material that I read. I am admittedly biased.
April 12th, 2016
Sunset skies don't last long... and then it is dark...
April 10th, 2016
The inspiration for each painting is probably the most important ingredient... some artists spend there time searching for that special scene. Time is tight so typically I let the inspiration and the scene find me. You never know what might happen.
April 7th, 2016
The weather encourages a plein air painter to work fast - don't even look for the nigglely details. The Devil may in the details but the Angel can be found in the bigger picture...Paint on... and use lots of it.
April 5th, 2016
The wind can change everything. Without the wind the freezing temperatures and the sun on my back, made for a nearly perfect plein air session - the day after my 55th birthday. I guess this was my Freedom 55. There were no biting insects and the sounds of spring philled the air. I did hear a ruffed grouse drumming. I got absorbed into the scene. I had paddled Jones Creek a lot as a kid.
April 2nd, 2016
I set up in the middle of a thicket :>))