I finished 8 little oil paintings of Mineral King wildflowers and realized that every single photo I chose to paint from was from the same trail. Well, duh. That trail, the Franklin/Farewell Gap trail, is always the best place to find reliable wildflowers. There are other places that are off-trail, but I don’t want to put that type of information on the World Wide Web.
Okay, time for painting #1, titled “Mineral King Wildflowers 1” (Clever, I know.)
The degree of thankfulness Trail Guy and I have to live in a place where we are not trapped in an apartment in a city is almost overwhelming.
I’m not writing this to make you feel bad; I want you to be able to think of what is special about where you live and be just as grateful.
There are poppies on the distant hillsides, but the phone-camera can’t see that far. So, I focused on the Lady Banks rose.
Unintended good things about this lockdown:
Because it is Sunday, here is some additional encouragement:
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Philippians 4:8
What’s up in your world?
What passes for recreation these days is gleaning oranges in a friend’s grove in Lemon Cove. (Don’t be confused – there is a Lemon Grove in San Diego, and an Orange Cove in Fresno County, and Lemon Cove is in Tulare County.) This has always been fun for Trail Guy and me, but now it is almost the only thing we do for fun. Taking walks, yardening, they count too, but I’m talking about going somewhere in a vehicle.
It is fun to ramble around the grove, take photos, hunt, find, pick, eat, and later, to share. As an added bonus, when I am out there I can touch my face as much as I want, so there. (Talk about fun – wowsa.)
We are having more fun than humans should be allowed, especially when we are supposed to be hunkered down in our dwellings, watching too much teevee, taking in confusing and conflicting information, and being afraid.
Not us, nosireebob.
This is what passes for a business trip in this time of “staying in place”. And now I have ideas and inspiration for new paintings. Take that, Virus!
There is a misperception about artists, that we just sit around waiting for inspiration, and then paint what and when we feel like it.
Artists who do that are usually hobbyists. Professionals know that life is easier when you have money, and if you want to sell, you need to paint what people want to buy, and then make yourself and your work visible and available.
Treating art-making as a business means many things are necessary:
I am reading Building a Story Brand: Clarify Your Message So Customers Will Listen by Donald Miller. He is an author whose memoirs I have enjoyed for many years, and “suddenly” (how did he pull this off from a navel-gazing author?) he has become a very wise business coach. His podcast, Building a Story Brand is one of my favorites, both for his business acumen and his sense of humor. I trust this guy and just really like how he communicates.
This is what I have come up with after spending time with his book; I think it really summarizes what I do.
Making art you understand, about places and things you love, at prices that won’t scare you.
(There is a parenthetical addition to the end of this little blurb: “because buying art shouldn’t require a degree.)
Now I just have to figure out how to incorporate that into all my marketing efforts.
I’d really rather be painting or drawing, but sometimes an artist has to do what she has to do.
(With thanks to my longtime blog reader and virtual friend Marjie who helped me streamline the words)
When I told you the story of painting a commissioned piece of Lost Canyon, I may have accidentally misled you into thinking that all the changes and decisions were a nuisance.
Not so!
The customer and I had a great working partnership. He was discerning and decisive and helpful, not a pain in the least. My goal was to paint exactly what he wanted, but also to help him explore the idea even further than his initial request. We both enjoyed the process and ended up happy with the result. (The color is way better in person!)
Sort of completed. There is always waiting to dry, scanning, titling, adding to the website, varnishing, more waiting to dry, and sometimes packaging and shipping. . .
Well, would you just look at that?
Every one of these paintings shows Timber Gap.
Why??
Because the best place for wildflowers in Mineral King is up the Franklin/Farewell Gap trail, which is across the valley from Timber Gap.
There are other places with good wildflowers, but this is our favorite. (“Our” refers to Trail Guy and your Central California artist.)
Now is a good time to remind you of my book. (The museum remains closed for the time being and Silver City isn’t planning to open until June 5.)
“Busy” is a loaded word. People like to say they are “crazy busy”, maybe because it gives them a sense of importance or indispensability. I bet people aren’t using that word too often right now.
I am busy during this weird time. Some of it is commissions, some of it is bidding on jobs, some of it is taking advantage of more time to catch up on things like keeping my website current and reading business books.
Maybe instead I could say, “I have lots of work right now”. For that I am grateful, and I am grateful to have the time to take care of customers and my business responsibilities.
Enough chatter, Central Calif. artist. Show us some things!
There is more, but there is also tomorrow to show and tell you.
Thanks for tuning in today!
He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. . . Matthew 28:6
I don’t know what the word “Easter” actually means or where it came from, but the words in the quote above are exactly what it means to me.
Thanks for stopping by today. May your Easter be full of meaning for you.
Thursday morning I left home at 5:45 in the dark, cold, and rain to go to Winco in Visalia. The last trip was in January, and it seemed prudent to stock up. (My Mom had a huge list too.)
I managed to get both our lists at the same time into one very packed and heavy cart. It was disconcerting to see all the bulk bins empty, including most of the ones where you don’t actually have to touch the food with a scoop. I made substitutions, skipped some things, and only bought produce that came in plastic. Mom wanted things I didn’t know how to find, and just touching the bag of frozen okra almost triggered my gag reflex. (Really, Martha, are you that hungry??)
Winco isn’t banning people’s own bags yet but I didn’t know that. (I now have 17 plastic bags to use in sharing oranges with neighbors.) I had to put it into 2 carts once it was bagged, and then a stranger helped me pull one of them to my car in the rain. I should have taken the pick-em-up truck instead of Fernando (that’s my ’96 Honda Accord Coupe – have I ever disclosed that before?) Good thing I had no passengers.
I drove with the window open through Lemon Cove so I could smell the orange blossoms.
Time for a restorative cup of tea (I’m reading a novel based in England in WWII* – can you tell?), a bit of dark chocolate, and a reminder that spring is still happening and it is beautiful so stop whinging. (See? reading an English novel)
P.S. The neighbor’s dogs have stopped barking – there’s a bright spot in this mess.
*Coming Home, Rosamunde Pilcher