The first thing I did on Day #6 (after admiring the view, thinking, peeling the old paint off my palette) was to realize that in order to move ahead on the first basket in the circle, it needed a base coat of paint so it could dry so I could draw on it so I could paint the design.
That was an action packed sentence. It was an action-packed day.
Yokuts were known for their baskets, and this museum is known for them too.
I went inside to mix an appropriate and believable main basket color.

Got it – let’s go!
Oh boy. That is one rough surface.

Next, I drew on the guidelines with blue chalk. (They don’t show much in this photo.)
After the base coat of basket color was on, and the lines were drawn, I did all the things I showed you on Day 6A.
Then, it was time to stop for lunch. It is hard to stop, but I’ve found that if I don’t stop for at least 15 minutes, I get confused, indecisive, and a little bit stupid after about 6 hours of painting.
Okay, that’s a long enough break, Central California Artist. Get back to work.
I mixed up a very dark brown and a lighter reddish brown to duplicate the other colors in the basket. Then I just dove in.



On mural painting Day #7, I’ll tighten up the triangles and try to put in a hint of basket coils. A paintbrush is NOT a pencil and acrylic paints are NOT oils. Instead of looking like a basket as I had hoped, it is simply a depiction of a Yokuts basket design.
AND, I hope to mix up a color like the original wall color to paint the inner part of the circle.

The end of Day 6. Stay tuned.
(And if you know my Sandy Eggo sister, wish her a happy birthday today. She doesn’t read my blog, so no need for me to say anything to her here.)






Several folks have said, “I hope that shrub in front of the Sequoias gets removed”. I think it is pretty, especially when the light hits the new reddish growth, which matches the Sequoia trees.
The orange grove now has a hidden item.
The Big Trees now have a hidden item.
I thought I might be able to finish it that day.
Then I thought I couldn’t.
Then I thought maybe I could.
Then I didn’t think it would be possible.
Got it covered, but it needs better detail, some corrections, the usual adjustments.
Nice new awnings over the entry door on the left and the office door on the right.
Clearly, I like this particular view.
For once in my muralizing life, I wasn’t paralyzed by indecision. This felt easy to begin.

There is no pattern to how I move around this wall – just a little here, a little there, maybe I can do this, if I do that it might help me see the proportions more correctly, up the ladder, down the ladder, step back, try this color. No matter what part I work on, the wall is getting covered.
Then I decided to get a bit more systematic, and work left to right.
Then I didn’t want to work from the ladder any more, so I hunkered down in the mud to work on the bases of the trees.
Not bad for a day’s work, eh? What makes this so pleasant and makes all this roaming around the wall in a random method possible is the fact that the wall is north-facing, and I never have to worry about protecting my palette or brush from the direct sun.

Better.
Best.
Oh-oh, this is going to be S L O W. 
Some friends stopped by, and I decided to be like Tom Sawyer. If someone had let me paint on a public wall in a park when I was 8, I would have been paralyzed with doubt, but maybe have just gone for it anyway. I told Justin that it didn’t matter what he did, just make some marks to see what it felt like, and I’d paint over anything that turned out weird.
There are poppies, fiddleneck, and mustard. You might have to see them in person to fully appreciate them.
Next, I will finish the details above the grove – a barn, some non-grove-like trees, a couple of wind machines. Then, I’ll move to the panel on the far right.










This is how they look in the afternoon light. I’ll wait until they are completely dry, then photograph them, because they are too big for the scanner.
Lupine comes in many colors, so I just mixed up a shade of bluish purple that looked good with the painting. The photo lupine color was too pink and it wasn’t believable to me.
This is the stage where I detail it to the nth degree, the style of painting that plein air painters usually don’t bother with. (They might be too tired of swatting bugs by them.)
Oh my, I really like this one! (Yep, I am allowed to like my own work.)
