Gelato @ Bergamo U

Watercolor, 11" x 14"


I guess we're back to almost monthly Janart, but I'll be trying to go at it daily this month... any frequency at all would be an improvement. The question of the hour is, if painting is such a priority for me, why does it get put at the bottom of the To Do list, as though I had to earn it? If anybody's got an answer to that, I'd sure like to hear it....

This is painted from pictures taken on a trip to Italy this year by (not me, sadly) a childhood friend from my home town, Barb Cloutier Richards. She was such a great photographer, I couldn't resist asking her permission to paint from a few of them. Grazie, Barb!

Sienna Cycle

14 x 11" Watercolor

Just back this week from a workshop in Alexandria, MN with Andy Evansen. Just what I needed to get in the mood to get back outside this season and do some plein air painting, with Nature as the taskmaster. While I much prefer painting animate subjects to outdoor scenes, the learning curve is much faster when you're trying to paint fast while avoiding wind, rain, pests and changing light conditions. In other words, you learn to make decisions quickly, no dinking around, and this leads to fresh, confident work. At least that's the plan.

Little Beach Buddies

Marker & pencil, 3 x 5"

These two little guys were actually at the condo's pool this morning, and not really the beach. I got lazy and did not want to deal with the real background, a very leafy hedge which I might add to my list of Green Foliage I Dare Not Address. So I made up the rest. Easy-peasy, especially when no color is involved. Maybe I'll try making that up later.

Naples Art Fair

Watercolor, 2 x 3"

Ruth made me go to the Naples Art Fair (I think she wanted some peace and quiet). For the first 5 minutes I was all churned up, thinking I should go back to doing art fairs again, the excitement, etc. Then I remembered why I don't miss them. Too much work for too little return. Realistically, an art fair is an afternoon of entertainment for patrons, a place to walk around while eating ice cream cones. Not really a place for showing or selling original art. The vendors of photography, prints, and jewelry do quite well, however, because 1) they can easily make multiples of the same image; 2) production fabrication is possible; and 3) you really don't want to buy anything bigger than your pocket or purse, because then you have to carry it. Throw in the heat, the smell of fried food and the length of time between breaks for the port-o-potty, and I remember quite well why I don't miss doing art fairs.

On the interesting side (to me), it seems that not much has changed in what is being offered at art fairs, even in a place as posh as Naples. It could have been any art fair in any town, with the exception of being heavy on the Florida color schemes and landscapes. Pretty much the same old, same old. What was very surprising was that the prices seem to be about the same as they were 10 years ago for original paintings, but with lower cost giclees and digital prints being offered now as well. What was really depressing was talking to a few artists whose work I admired tremendously and finding their work priced very low and sales somewhat stagnant. So I guess I won't pine for the good old days.

After I got tired and depressed, I took a shade break and painted these two ladies sitting across the courtyard. Even though I tried to paint very fast, I wasn't quick enough to catch their gentleman friend and had to omit him from the sketch.

Bugs and Spikes

Watercolor, 2 x 3"

A quick little sketch from the parking area near Ruth's condo, done in about 15 minutes because, dang it, there are mosquitos in Florida! Duh.......why would I think we Minnesotans had a lock on that franchise? I also learned I absolutely hate palm trees, except from a very far distance when they can be treated as some exotic silhouette as opposed to actually trying to deal with all those spiky leaves.

Flying to Florida

Watercolor, 2.5 x 3"

Since I'm traveling today, I'll post from my tiny little sketchbook and work on my remote posting skills. This is from a youth group trip a few summers ago involving 1oo or so teenagers on 5 houseboats, no radios, phones, ipods, etc. Also no bathrooms! It was an absolutely wonderful experience.

OK, so not sure I like either of my proposed solutions. It still looks like a big propeller, so I'll still have to play with the fabric some more. And, the table surface is definitely going to have to be lighter and less red, so let's just call this an underpainting for now. I did lighten the turquoise and fiddle a bit with the greens, but my indecision about them has left them mushy; need to restate with authority. Still like this painting, tho, still seeing possibilities. Eventually, I want to get the paint on there so thick it looks like a swarming mass of colored worms; the overall composition is really pretty simple, so I think it can handle it.

Block-in

OK, so this is where I just get to knock in general colors without worrying too much because it's too early. I am still jazzed by the red against the turquoise, and I already know from my previous watercolor that I will like the how the turq reflects into the flowers. BUT I notice two potential problems: 1) what color is that white thing (table surface) next to the red pot? Warm/cool, dark/light? and 2) the whole pot, fabric folds and shadows are looking like a big ol' propeller. Something's gotta get changed.

The Setup and the Start: Still LIfe

This is on a little table next to my easel, it's lit from behind, and I'm looking down at it. Next step, block-in large shapes and local (actual) color. This painting seems to be all about the color; the shiny red jar and fluffy (fake) wild roses on the flat bright turquoise. I am trying to keep it flat, and emphasize the bold black outlines in order to mimic qualities of a woodcut or a poster. It's not supposed to look real, is the point.

Flowers and Floods

Wild Roses on Turquoise, WC 11" x 10"


The Setup

It was about this time last year, maybe a few weeks later, that our little community experienced it's second 500 year flood in 13 years. And this year, we're gonna have it again. So if this isn't global warming, then what is going on? As I watch all the houses across the street (on the river) get moved out on big flatbed trucks, I think about last year and how for over a month we all did little else but sandbag, keep the vigil on pumps, make peanut butter sandwiches and pray it didn't snow or rain any more. As for me, I counted Port-O-Potties going in and out of my (evacuated) neighborhood on flatbed trucks. What I did NOT do was paint. Nor did I post.

So this year, I am hoping the painting mojo doesn't dry up altogether. In order to deal with the inertia and paralysis (same thing?) that I so easily embrace, I have set myself a few tasks for the 10 days or so before I leave to go visit Ruth (my husband's mother) for two weeks. I set up a corny still life out of lame silk flowers in a glass canning jar, in front of a bright turquoise cloth pinned to a nasty cardboard box.

Nothing compelling about it, no purpose for painting it, no exhibition planned nor client demand for it. Just a schlubby, plastic-stemmed spray of silk wild roses....... and I hate painting flowers. Too many pieces and petals and green, and too hard to paint a background around all those bits. Too sweety sweet sacharine. Besides, I once heard it said that you had to be a master in order to paint flowers at all well. Kind of like how every kid plays Beethoven's Minuet in G, but it takes a master to play that very simple song well. And my momma didn't raise no fool -- why paint something you don't like and don't do well?

Here's why: it doesn't matter if it fails. So here's the plan: if there is no endgame here, the means can be anything -- anything at all. Screw the critics and just paint. See what happens, see where it goes. No pressure, no promises.

And you know what? I really do kinda like my first effort! And-- my brain is bubbling over with ideas for more paintings of the same thing but in different media, different sizes, different styles. There is an echo stirring, of how it used to feel to paint, to feel like I couldn't wait to get to the easel each day.....! Next I'm trying and oil -- flat like a block print, and 2 x bigger.