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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.
March 31st, 2016
I keep a great storehouse of stories behind my art. Even after only eight years, some of these memories are lost only to be rekindled by a few words and pictures recorded from that day. These memories explain why I paint....
March 29th, 2016
Every canvas starts off blank... one never knows how it will turn out but you always hope for the best. In any event, it is a great memory in oils...
March 25th, 2016
When I head out for a day of painting, I have no real idea just where I am going. I try not to spend too much time travelling - I would rather be painting. The subject is vital for the success of any art but I think the practice and the person behind the brush is more important.
March 24th, 2016
Hopefully you do not need to travel too far to find inspiration. The time spent walking is time taken away from playing with the paint.
March 22nd, 2016
In plein air art... always paint the things that are changing first. The trees and terrain are always going to be there for you but the clouds and lighting can change in a heart beat.
March 21st, 2016
The weather was mild enough of February 4th, 2016 to paint on the shoreline of Jim Day Rapids. The water levels had gone down over the winter... there was still a long way to go to reach those of the spring melt.
March 18th, 2016
This male blue bird kept a watchful eye on me as I painted. The seemingly cheerful chatter between the pair of blue birds filled the February silence. Every plein air day brings another experience and memory.
