Repainting Mineral King, Day Six

Traffic picked up a bit on Day Six, but still no Larry. Have a look at the day’s visitors:

  1. 3 really smart, cute and personable girls on a break from med school in Iowa
  2. An old friend told me he liked the blue better than the green, and he asked me if I am still married. Say what??
  3. Betsy and I pulled a few weeds. She asked me if I would coat the mural after I am finished painting. This is a new step and one that requires some learning.
  4. Mike with his cut hair and his dad
  5. Tim, whose boys I drew in pencil so long ago that I can’t really remember the job other than one of the boys was missing his front teeth. The boys are probably parents by now. . .
  6. A man who travels the entire state of Calif. for his work looking for “wall art” wherever he goes who then posts his findings on Facebook. He said he’d make me famous. I’ll pass on famous, but thanks anyway, Facebook Man.
  7. An entire extended family from Texas and Utah – The patriarch said that Exeter is the biggest mural city in California. I think it might have the most murals, but I’m not sure. 
  8. Someone was visiting from Pismo Beach and trying to get a certain number of steps in. I threw off her count by visiting with her for awhile.

Oh – you want to see what I did yesterday?? Why didn’t you say something?? This is how things looked when I arrived. Plenty of painting to be done without moving the Freightliner.

This section of Farewell Gap needs to be detailed and accurate. The photo taped to the wall was supposed to help, but the part I am working from is so tiny that it was too hard to find each time I looked back.

So, I just started spreading green, and also blending into the existing blue-ish rocky areas to it isn’t obvious where old meets new.

This area is going to take awhile.

That’s a lot of blue real estate to be covered. Probably should not have looked ahead. Feels endless.

Stop it!

This area needs a bit more snow.

Thus we conclude another day on the Mineral King mural in Exeter.

Repainting Mineral King, Day Five

Happy Birthday, Laura!!

Repainting Mineral King, Day Five was a wuss-out day. The heat did me in. Sometimes I wonder if my Mom would have been climbing around on the back of a truck in the heat at age 57 . . . no, she was probably climbing a home-made scaffolding while hanging wallpaper. How about Grandma? Naw, she was probably hanging off the top rung of a ladder while painting her house.

The first thing I did was just walk past the mural and study it to figure out where to begin. I don’t want to have to move the truck more than necessary, so I figure out the most efficient way to tackle things. In the process, I realized that I have lost several of the hidden items in the mural, both in my memory (HEY! THERE’S A SECOND COFFEE POT??) and on the wall. This will need to be addressed in another blog post. 

I had to pull the truck forward in order to reach this blue section. “Pull it forward”? Makes it sound as if I was tugging on it with a rope.

There was very little visitation or delivery trucks today. 2 nice ladies from Arkansas were admiring the “murial” and together we tried to find the ax that I have misplaced. Did I hide an ax in 2009? I thought I did, but if so, it is hidden very very well indeed.

Hey. There’s a purse. 

That’s not a purse, you weirdo. That’s a fishing creel.

What’s a fishing creel?

It’s a wicker purse to put fish in when you catch them.

See? I told you it was a purse!

Hmm, I’m going to have to camouflage that item a bit more.

Next I worked on the ground beneath this snapshot, changing the blue-ish gray to dirt colors, redoing the shadow under the snapshot, and redoing the trees.

See? Better colors. It seems that I have eliminated a few trees. Must have been that missing ax at work.

Time to move the truck again. It needed to go back until I could see the Pinkham cabin out the passenger window. Did this without a GPS too. . . aren’t you impressed with my navigational skills?

Oh my goodness, there’s Farewell Gap already! I’m almost finished with Panel #2 and it is only day #2 on this panel. Guess I am making up for the extra time it took to do all those rocks and grasses on Panel #1 even with Allen’s help.

Holy cow, it was so hot. I decided it was time for a break and looked at my watch – a minute before noon. I ran to the bathroom and cowered in there, then ran the hand dryer fan to make some extra noise to drown out the sound of the noon whistle. When I came out, there it went. Fortunately, both hands were free to clap over my ears. That thing originates from the fire station which is very close to the mural, and it is a powerful sound. 

Next, I got out my reference photos to figure out what is supposed to be where, mixed another dark green, finished Panel #2, crossed briefly into Panel #3 and gave up for the day. 

Day Six’s high temp is supposed to be 75 instead of today’s 86. I can do 75.

But where was Larry today? I was looking forward to his daily word of wisdom.

 

 

Spring in Three Rivers

Yesterday I didn’t paint on the Mineral King mural because it was a drawing lessons day.

In the spring, it almost causes me physical pain to leave Three Rivers, even to go to a place as mellow as Exeter, even to do a job as exciting as repainting the Mineral King mural or teaching people I care about to draw.

Life’s hard; put on your big girl pants and deal with it.

Sometimes I walk by this in the mornings (unless I’m commuting to Exeter).

If you could work here, would you drive somewhere else? 

Flowering quince is still in bloom in my yard.

If you had this guy sitting on a table outside your office, would you want to leave him?

And this is the flowering pear tree outside the studio.

Repainting Mineral King, Day 4

Time Change + Heat = Tired

The air temperature was cool, but the wall was actually hot to the touch. 

Oh wait! That is Allen, from Friday, the cool overcast day. Doesn’t he look convincing as a skilled muralist?

Let’s have a little review of before and after.

BEFORE: (Notice the correct spelling because I speak English, not Bingo)

AFTER:

This isn’t entirely finished; there will be flowers. They will be like the cherry on top. It was too hot to keep standing there, so I moved after 3 hours of finishing the rocks, dirt and growing clumps of this, that, and the other thing.

There was a tiny bit left to finish on Panel #1, and I was able to cower in a little shade cast by my favorite Freightliner.

What is this??? (Or more accurately, who?)

Two guys working for the City of Exeter stopped by to say hi, and wondered how I paint across the gap between the truck and the wall. I appreciated their concern and curiosity. They appreciated the Disney character.

Panel #2 doesn’t have a lot of green, so I may be able to make up the time that Panel #1 ate up with all of its detail.

Traffic and visitors were down on Monday. 

Larry said, ” I get why you have paint on the front of your pants, but how does it get on your butt?”

Only 2 idling trucks – Coors Light and Tapia Bros. Mondays must be slow for deliveries.

 

Repainting Mineral King, Day Three

When I arrive each morning, I study the mural and decide the order of business for the day. On Day Three, the first item of business was to hang a banner on the back of the truck. (Thank you, Trail Guy, for the most excellent suggestion!)

The second item was to move the truck out of the way of the lower hill. No, wait! It was to get the truck closer to the wall, with the tires on the curbing. Tricky business. I have to stand up while inching backward in order to see the curb in the mirror. I’m sure I make really funny faces, and I keep climbing in and out to see if the tires are straight. Makes me feel macho to climb in and out of a giant diesel truck. The steering wheel is probably bigger than the tires on my car.

Close enough? 

Then I stand on the ground to figure out what needs to be attended to first. The trees waaay up on the side of the hill needed to be un-blued, but I could only reach so high. Then the hidden item, a coffee pot, had to be hidden better. Next, the trees on the right side of the piled up snapshots needed to be regreened.

After that, it was time to move the truck back again so I could tackle the detail on the lower foreground hill.

I started on the left, just scribbling, then refining the scribbles.

It was a very good day painting, in spite of the realization that this foreground hill is throwing off my estimate of 3 days per panel. The entire mural has 4 panels, and my very optimistic estimate is 12 days of painting.

Look at Day Three’s list of things worth remembering:

  1. It was cloudy, not hot, so I was able to paint until 4:30!
  2. I met some people from Linden, Washington, who were full of compliments for Exeter. (Perhaps they haven’t been there in August. . . )
  3. Bob and Elainea stopped by and brought me some sunscreen that resembled curds and whey. We laughed a lot. He is also known as My Favorite Customer, and she is my A Student.
  4. Betsy came by and brought me two chocolate chip cookies.
  5. Stephanie came by without knowing I was going to be there, just showing off Exeter’s murals to a visiting friend. She was one of the leaders on my Israel trip last summer!
  6. The man who built my studio stopped by on his way to get a hair cut. (I almost asked him which hair, but refrained).
  7. Allen stopped by, and I got him to do a little painting. We took photos on his phone so IF he approved of any, he would send one and I would post it. So far, no photos. He always makes me laugh.
  8. Charlie The Fireman stopped by and said, “You missed a spot”. It only took 3 days for someone to say this. (He said that he always gets asked what is the grossest thing he has ever seen.)
  9. I met Stu, a plein air painter from Marin County, here working in Tulare Co. for awhile. His hobby is painting, and he is interesting, kind, and quite good. 

Repainting Mineral King, Day Two

This is what greeted me at 8:30 a.m. on Day Two of repainting the Mineral King mural in Exeter.

The truck’s cab is at Mosquito Lakes; the bed is at Mineral Lakes. That’s one big truck.

See the little green car in the background? This truck could eat my car for breakfast. 

I stood on this stool to reach the upper trees. It was a little dicey, but I was very very careful. A woman driving a Tulare County Dial-A-Ride van came through and admonished me kindly, “Don’t get hurt!” I thought about it later – she drives all over the county giving rides to strangers and yet is concerned for my safety?

Larry came by and said, “I knew you would move up in the world”. I told him that it was a normal thing for people to get high when they are faced with difficult situations.

It is so very hot on this wall – continual and relentless heat and sunshine. Good thing it isn’t really hot out yet, because in the high 60s it feels like 100 degrees standing there. Each time I stepped back, I thought something like, “Holy cow, I have seriously underbid this job; what was I thinking? Was I thinking at all? How am I going to do this??”

During one of these sessions, I leaned against my other mural’s cold, cold wall and thought about things. Then I decided the closer slopes needed to be recoated with something less blue. I also decided to use a large brush and just slam a base coat of green on the forested area to be detailed later.

Alrighty, then. Now we’re getting somewhere.

At the end of Day Two (no, I am not going to use the tired cliche here), this is what we have. Perhaps on Day Three I will beep beep back up the truck and then stand on the ground to finish detailing that hill in the foreground.

I forgot how very noisy it is in a city. My mural seems to be located at Delivery Central – Challenge Butter, Farmer Bros. Coffee, some ice machine company, uniform delivery, Pepsi delivery – diesel engines all. Then there is the amplified telephone ring from the fire station, the noon whistle which almost knocks me off my ladder, and people’s conversations in the nearby parking lot. (Does everyone still overuse the word “like”? – sounds that way to me, just painting and eavesdropping and wondering. . .)

 

 

Repainting Mineral King, Day One

On Wednesday, I began repainting the big Mineral King mural in Exeter. Gave me something to do while I waited for Samson to get civilized at the veterinarian in Exeter.

So much has changed since I painted this mural in 2009. The attorney who told me to use his office as a staging place died last month. The photographer who gave me a key to his studio has retired. The coffee shop on the other side of the mural where I got water for my brushes has closed. The mural has turned blue. I used to do this blog on a desktop and now I’m on my second laptop. I used to have a cell phone.

But the people were just as entertaining as the last time. 

  1. A large woman said as she labored past, “I couldn’t stand to work around all those food smells.” (Food? I just smell paint.)
  2. Larry said, “How do you keep from getting paint on your pants?” (He was joking.)
  3. Dick said, “You gonna finally put color in those snapshots?” (He was joking too.)
  4. A man talked at me for about 15 minutes (felt like 45) about music; I think that’s what he was talking about, but it was the musical equivalent of Artspeak and I have no earthly idea what he was trying to communicate. Very friendly and talkative. I just kept painting and occasionally responding with something that probably sounded as intelligent to him as he sounded to me.
  5. Another man told me he couldn’t wait to get back into the mountains to backpack because he was going to go from Wolverton to Mineral King, and it would take him about 8 hours. (Really? I did it the opposite direction a number of years ago, and it took about 6 days.)
  6. A man asked, “How long will it take you to pull the blue out?” (“Pull it out”? I’m covering it up.)

And there were plenty of really nice complimentary people who wanted to know what I was doing. I explained about the color fading, and not one had noticed that all the trees had turned blue. “Oh! Now I see what you mean!”

This is what I saw at 8:30 a.m.

Blue trees and ground, flowers completely faded away.

My paints were locked up at the Exeter Chamber of Commerce until they opened at 9, so I messed around a little with some old paints.

Hard to fathom that the ground was once tan instead of shades of lavender, gray and blue.

My first task was to open boxes of paint and do some pouring into smaller jars and then mix new greens. The paint company no longer recommends the yellow I was using for outdoor murals, so I don’t want to use any of my other greens containing Cadmium Yellow or Azo Yellow. Now it is Bismuth yellow, which almost looks chartreuse to me. It’s in the bucket; the old yellow is in the smaller jar.

Got 2 greens mixed and just dove in. Had to do something while I waited for the cat.

This is how it looked when I stopped for a quick snack that passed for lunch. Any excuse to sit in the shade – the sun is relentless on this south-facing mural.

Kept thinking about Samson, feeling the sun, wondering why the mural team didn’t hire someone who knows what she is doing, and finally set the goal of finishing that ground hill section in dirt colors before calling the vet. (I borrowed Trail Guy’s Jitterbug, in case you were wondering if I had caved in and gotten a cell phone yet.)

And now for the most overused cliche in English these days – At The End of the Day, the mural looked like this.

Tomorrow I will work on detailing that ground section, and then see if I can reach the lower section of trees from the bed of the borrowed truck, which I will drive over from Mosquito Lake.

Hunh? The Central California artist may have gotten too much sun today.

(Samson is home, and very very happy to be here. He tried to bite his way out of the box in the car. Thank you for asking.)

 

A Field Trip to Sequoia

Today I begin refreshing the largest Mineral King mural in Exeter (North of Pine, West side of E Street, South side of Capella Coffee)

Tomorrow I’ll show you today’s work on the mural.

Meanwhile, you can enjoy some photos of a recent half-day field trip. Trail Guy and I went to Giant Forest in Sequoia National Park for a little cross-country skiing. It was the day after a cold storm, and it was clear, cold, and beautiful.

 

View out the window of the dining room at Wuksachi Lodge
View out the window of dining room in Wuksachi Lodge
Front porch of Wuksachi Lodge, Sequoia National Park

 

Life Source, Pencil Drawing of Water

Life Source, original pencil drawing on 9×12″ archival paper, unframed, SOLD

“Life Source” is the title of this pencil drawing of water. It is the base of the waterfall at Hospital Rock in Sequoia National Park.

A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from a friend that read, “Highest priority today should be looking at clouds. Any chance for a ride?”

I responded, “Forget clouds – let’s go find roaring water!”

So we went to Hospital Rock and took some photos and relished the sound, the fury, the constancy, the changing light, the power, and even the snow flurries that came down as we made our way back to the car.

Here is how the waterfall looked that afternoon. I also found plenty of inspiration for other water drawings.