Odd Job

I’ve painted several Christmas ornaments in the past but continue to consider them to be odd jobs. 

These ornaments were sold specifically to be decorated. First they have to be primed. I use gesso, which might just be the same as flat white house paint but sold in art supply stores as if it is special. When I was experimenting with these new ornaments last year, I tried oil paint without the primer and it still scratches off the surface of the plastic.

By sticking them on the end of a paintbrush, I was able to paint all the way around in one session. It isn’t good for paintbrushes to rest on their bristles, so I was glad that the gesso dried quickly.

Next, I waited for the printed photos to arrive so I could start. This is a little bit too hard for me. Painting on a small sphere might be too hard for anyone with normal to large sized hands in addition to figuring out how to make things look normal on a sphere.

So, I started with the easiest parts – sky and water. This will need several coats of oil paint to get the color and the shapes right.

It was tricky to get them to rest with the wet paint side up. Next time I will need to rig up some sort of a hanging system.

This is going to take awhile. Good thing I started in June.

Hikeless in Mineral King. . .

. . .but quite busy. The annual Mineral King Preservation Society Picnic in the Park was on Saturday. The presenters told us about some prominent women in Mineral King’s history, and the new Park Superintendent introduced himself.

The superintendent was accompanied by someone who is in charge of the upcoming road repair project (2023? who knows?) so I asked her about the juniper in the parking lot. She said that the Park’s tree guy took a core sample and concluded that the tree wasn’t healthy enough to remain. Now my only hope is that it stays in place until the last minute, which could be another handful of years.

Next we convened at the Honeymoon Cabin for a memorial service for Jim Ingram, long time cabin friend. It was a fitting tribute in a beautiful location.

We had rain on Sunday afternoon; afterward we took a walk. Can you name this flower? Do you need a copy of Mineral King Wildflowers: Common Names?

Those are grouse on the road, not litter. Here, have a closer look. They are drying out after the rain.

It is still green up the hill. The parking is awful, but there is always room in the Tar Gap parking lot.

This little guy was comfortable in our yard in Three Rivers when we got home.

Good Sales Means New Paintings Needed

Big Tree #2 on a panel needed to be touched up and Big Tree #3 needed to be painted. On a morning before the swamp cooler began to feel useless, I worked on these giant paintings of giant trees on panels. These new panels, cobbled together by Trail Guy from scrap lumber, are all different proportions. Neither of these lent themselves to showing an entire Giant Sequoia; the tree would have been far too skinny on the panel and not filled up the “canvas” well.

When I finished these, they were lined up in the painting workshop and I noticed a theme: paintings on salvaged and reclaimed items. The trunk holds cat food, and the shutter is for a fundraiser for the Mineral King Preservation Society.

The owner of the art consignment shop Kaweah Arts has been selling very well for me. We had a conversation about the sorts of customers she is seeing and what they are drawn to. This led me to conclude that I need to keep Sequoias in different sizes and shapes and prices always ready to go, along with the Kaweah Post Office, some Mineral King, the river, and some standard scenes that people see when visiting Sequoia.

This is a salvaged canvas from a plein air painting that I did at home after taking the 3 day plein air workshop in Georgia 2 years ago. I liked the scene, but no one else cares. Now it is becoming something new. (Bye-bye, patriotic chairs.)

Here are all the newly begun paintings. 

 

 

New Big Tree

The first painting that I sold at Kaweah Arts was a 6×18″ oil of a Sequoia tree. Immediately I painted another.

My mama didn’t raise a dummy. This time when the big tree sells, I will have another one ready for delivery to Kaweah Arts. Call me “Butter” because I am on a roll!

Don’t be scared. It will turn out just fine. They always do, except when they don’t, and then I repaint them into something else.

Big Old Country House, 3

People ask if it is “cheating” to measure or to use tools when drawing. In a word, NO. If I am drawing something that needs to be exact, I measure. Usually I do it by hand first, then I measure to be certain that my proportions, sizes, distances, and angles are accurate (or close enough to be believable). The “rule” (in quotes, because I am making my own rules) is that if it took a tool to build it in real life, it most likely requires a tool on paper to replicate it.

The big old house’s details are becoming clearer to me now that I have more photos. More erasing, more do-overs (YEA for pencil), and still more decisions remain. Oranges? Walnuts? Nothing in the upper left corner? 

The new photos helped immensely.

The wooden thing by the front steps that showed up in yesterday’s post as a question is irrelevant.

The front door and the windows with their diamond upper panes are now correct in both proportions and detail.

Seeing it here on my computer screen helps me evaluate it, and I plan to plant another shrub in the front. This is where Jane’s grandmother lived many years ago, so it isn’t necessary to match every detail as it is today, only to make it look good.

We decided that a flag would be a nice addition, and it will be the spot of color that I dearly love to put in each drawing, when there is an obvious place for it. (The faded silk poinsettias at the bottom of the steps were not welcome in this drawing, although that would have been an obvious spot for color.)

Mr. Curly Becomes “Buck”

In the ongoing virtual drawing lessons, (actually happening via email rather than Zoom or video) the horse that my student C is drawing has a name, and it isn’t Mr. Curly; the name is Buck. This reminds me of a scene in a Chronicles of Narnia movie (one of the few movies I have seen or actually remember anything) of one of the kids riding a horse. He says to the horse, “Giddy-up, Horsie.” The horse turns his head back a bit and says in a very disgusted and dignified voice, “The name is Phillip.”

Please excuse the digression.

C sent me her drawing with the eyes completed. I circled one eye in red, then wrote up the notes demonstrating the next steps. I hope you can read my writing. But perhaps you don’t care, and only came to look at the photos.

Baffled and Confused

Questions, questions, more questions, because inquiring minds need to know.

  1. Why does one’s back only itch in the places that are impossible to reach?
  2. Are all contractors not hungry? It is a rare contractor who returns phone calls or shows up when promised. What is the problem here??
  3. Why do some people object to referring to a disease by the location of its origin? German measles, Hong Kong flu, Spanish flu, Lyme disease, Valley Fever, Hanta virus, but somehow China virus is offensive. Confusion abounds here.
  4. Why won’t Trader Joe’s put a store in Visalia? Are our demographics really that much different here than in Bakersfield or Fresno? Have they ever added up the number of people from Tulare County who drive to Fresno’s TJ’s?
  5. Why is it that a paintbrush will not release any more paint on the canvas but then takes 15 minutes to wash clean?
  6. If “one year’s weeds make seven years seeds” (or is it “one year’s seeds make seven years weeds”?), then WHY AM I STILL WEEDING THE EXACT SAME STUFF IN YEAR #22??
  7. Do my cats appreciate their safe location every night?

Forrest’s Nightmare Cabin

Painting session #2 was a strong effort toward turning this commissioned oil painting into Forrest’s Dream Cabin.

Tucker is not impressed.

Still a mess, but not quite a nightmare any more. Forrest, you are a brave man. This is because he knows that. . .

. . . I use pencils, oil paint, and murals to make art people can understand, of places and things they love, for prices that won’t scare them.

Virtual Drawing Lesson 5

Virtual Drawing Student C finished her drawing of the horse, Rocky. She sent me a new photo that I named Mr. Curly, and I have instructed her how to begin.
About starting Mr. Curly:
1. First step is always to decide how big and where on your paper that Mr. Curly will go.
2. Remember to draw a border so that you don’t view the edge of the paper as the edge of your drawing. Margins are necessary for many reasons.
3. Do you have tissue paper so you can trace the main shapes? The purpose of this is to simplify the image in order to get the bare bones laid out on your new paper.
4. If you don’t have tissue paper, you can skip that step. It is a little harder to see the main shapes with all those colors and textures than if you are looking at just an outline on tissue.
5. Remember to look at the drawing (and the tracing or the photo) upside down, sideways, other sideways, and then finally right side up. 
6. Go slowly, draw light, and don’t stop until all the shapes look perfect. Okay, you can stop if you need a break or feel stuck, but don’t begin shading until you have all the outlines down. Remember to draw the dog before you draw the fleas.
7. After it looks perfect, scan and send it to me so I can see if there are any problems with the proportions.
 
P.S. Maybe Mr. Shaggy or just Shaggy would be a more appropriate name. Or how about Lurch?

Mural, Day Three

On Day One, it was hot out. I wore shorts and painted in the shade. On Day Three, I wrapped it up early because of the icy wind that was whipping around, flapping the drop cloth, making my hand shake from the shivers. Weather Whiplash.

The pipe is annoying, so I decided to get that area finished first.
Pipe area is still not quite finished, but I am done with the annoyance of it for now.
By the end of the shivery painting session, I had scooted across to the big tree on the right. At the end of the day, I prefer to work standing or kneeling on the ground instead of on the ladder.
From a distance with a building blocking off the undone parts, you could get the false idea that the mural is finished.
Nosiree Bob.

Who is Bob? Some people say, “. . . and Bob’s your uncle” to mean that something has been accomplished. 

I don’t know who this Bob is, but today Kurt the Mailman stopped by to see the mural. Why does Kurt the Mailman care? He is a fabulous photographer and gave me a disk of his photos a number of years ago, along with his permission and blessing to use any for painting references. This mural is from one of Kurt the Mailman’s photographs! (I’m using quite a bit of artistic license, along with other photos for different details).