Sunday, September 1, 2019

Wishing for Rain



Wishing for Rain
8” X 6”
Watercolor & Ink

One more in my “line” series…on the way home from town, there is a particular stretch of road where I am often compelled to stop and take photos because it seems to be the place where the light and clouds and colors become magical.

On this day, the summer sun was strong and brilliant where I sat, while off to the east, the sky was turbulent with purple bands thick with moisture crisscrossed over a large thunderhead. Once again, a storm had threatened, rumbling at us and then blowing east, leaving behind only a few miserly drops of rain.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Come & Go



Come & Go
5" X 7"
Watercolor & Ink
 
More experimentation with laying down color and lifting it back up again. Right now, it’s an abstract, but playing with those techniques is what builds your skill as an artist. Precise lifting of paint gives you the perfect highlight on a petal, the right value for a shadow, or the perfect tone for a ridgeline off in the distance.

Getting There



Getting There
7" X 5"
Watercolor & Ink
 
Sometimes you just need color and shape. Sometimes you just have to push watercolor around on paper and see what happens. Then you break out a pen, highlight the fun stuff, and add a little texture. Sometimes that’s what you need to take you to the next place in your art adventures.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Afternoon Glow




Afternoon Glow
7” X 5”
Watercolor with Ink 
                      
Picasso had his “Blue” period, and apparently, I’m in my “Line” period. I’m intrigued with color, shape, and the linear description of that shape. It started when I was going through my “starts”—unfinished demonstration paintings—and thinking about my next watercolor lesson, where students would combine ink with watercolor to experiment with a new effect.

This is that delightful ridge line in Idaho you’ve seen before (and you’ll see again). As we painted, the light began to warm as the clouds that graced us with a 30-raindrop shower wafted off to more promising places to scatter their precious moisture.

The jagged ridge ran as far as you could see. Constantly changing as the sun moseyed west, every moment the ridge shifted as features were lit, and then subdued in blue-purple shadows. The only constant was the imposing saw-toothed contour against the sky.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Heartline



Heartline
5" X 7"
Watercolor & Ink

Our town has a river running through it. And, although we are not “townies”, living well outside its boundaries, we love and claim that river as ours it just the same. I’ve always loved rivers, streams, creeks, and cricks (as my mama would say). 

I could sit alongside any variation of moving water and just abide listening to its song for hours. I always wished I could live along a watercourse, but until I win the lotto, I’m happy to seek its companionship whenever I can; because when I’m in town for work, it’s just a little more than a stone’s throw away, calling out to me, some days louder than others. 

Though I take great joy in “river sitting”, it’s also the place I go when my heart hurts, or when life’s trials get to be a little more than I can bear. Our Animas has her moods too, and now approaches the time when she returns to blue green as the snowmelt wanes and the summer is well on. I think my favorite time is winter: when snow clouds gather, she is charcoal, but when the sky is clear, a deep blue black, dotted with rocks like bones, lit white with snow.

The day I painted this, I thought about how our river is the heart of our community, steadily reflecting this part of the world.