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45th Annual Redbud Festival

There will be 4×6″ original oil paintings at the Redbud Festival, priced for $40 each instead of $50 as a SHOW SPECIAL! Here are 2 samples of the 8 available paintings:

In spite of the common practice of completing a plein air painting alla prima I think that many of my paintings in that style definitely need touching up. It takes awhile for me to see what I can fix, and it takes wisdom to know if it would be an improvement.

Today’s post shows the before, contrasted with the “New & Improved” versions of several of my plein air attempts.

This was done plein air style from a photo. Actually, now that I know plein air means open air, this was actually painted alla prima, which means in one session. Although I like it, I wanted the seaweed to be seaweed and not get mistaken for rocks.

Never mind to alla prima. The seaweed needed to be improved upon. I like it better now. I named it “A Walk to the Rock”. That is a reference to the other Moro Rock, which is actually Morro Rock. And this time I photographed it in different light, so all the colors look different. Always something. . .

This one kept bugging me, so I put it back on the easel.

I like it better now and changed the name from “Yard 1” to “Poppies Far & Near”. This time I photographed it in softer sunlight.

This didn’t have enough contrast the first time, and Moro Rock didn’t look right. I was so displeased with the first version that I didn’t even save a copy of the photo. This is the new and improved version, now simply titled “Snowball Bush”. No birdhouse, no pink roses, no red roses. Those might work if I was doing my old layering or “glazing” style. But now I am painting a new and possibly improved style.

New and improved? or just new? The verdict isn’t in yet. You will be able to see these at the 45th annual Redbud Festival.

Plein Air Painting in the House

A teacher once called me a “maverick”, because I kept testing the boundaries of the assignments. Gretchen Rubin would classify me as a “Questioner”, one who wants to know why and only does things that make sense.

Last week we were admiring the view out of the living room window. While standing outside, the view is a bit different, and there isn’t enough room on that particular terrace to set up an easel. So, Trail Guy suggested I set up in the living room and paint the scene out of the window. Since it was a 95° day, that sounded like a good idea to me.

Whoa! That’s a bobcat! Are the grandkitties secure in the workshop?? Where is Scout? Where is Tucker?

Beginnings (and an emergency photo on the screen of the computer, on which I am listening to a podcast called “What Should I Read Next”).

I can’t figure out where to stand to show you both the view and the painting in progress.

This one is looking sort of “meh” to me. I do believe it will require another session, preferably when the temperature is lower and there isn’t a plumber in the house (because distractions do make a difference in my ability to concentrate.)
Will I add pink roses? Red roses (also visible from the window)? The birdhouse? This is why we are supposed to do sketches before beginning to paint.

Redbud Festival on Mother’s Day weekend.

Plein Air Style in the Studio

There is a scene I love, something I have wanted to paint for several years. It embodies the best of Tulare County to me – agriculture and the mountains.

I’m not sure where the best place is to set up to paint this, I don’t remember where I was, and I don’t want to go driving around. This scene will lend itself to the plein air style of painting, so why not try it?

When I finished painting, I snapped this photo and sent it to my mom, a former orange grower. She said, “Where were you?” I said, “In my painting studio, standing in front of a photograph”.

I felt like a poser or a cheater. But why? This is a legitimate way to produce paintings, just different from the layers and layers that I am used to.

Now that I look at the photo of the finished painting, I want to “fix” it, detail it, color correct, tighten up things.

HEY YOU– PUT DOWN YOUR BRUSHES AND STEP AWAY FROM THE EASEL! (or else run the risk of converting it to the style I prefer and thus defeat the purpose of learning to paint differently.)

Final Morning of Plein Air

On day three of the workshop, we met at a conference grounds, full of chapels, tabby cabins (converted slave quarters), views of the water and marshes, bells playing hymns every 1/2 hour, weddings, guests wandering the grounds.

I wanted to paint this cabin, but made myself choose something harder.

I chose this scene, because I have a bent toward bridges as a painting (and drawing) subject.

Funny to call this a “bridge scene” when there is more sky than anything else. Part of why I chose it was to learn from Laurel how to turn a fairly nondescript subject into something worth painting.

step one, following my sketch but with modifications after I eavesdropped on Laurel helping Peggy refine the same view (minus the bridge).

Step two, but what did I do this photo? It looks weird.

Then we had lunch, did a critique, and chose our afternoon subject. Not everyone wanted to do a second painting, but there was something I really wanted to paint.

And back at home, the kitties were just fine.

Show you tomorrow, our final travelogue post about my trip to Georgia.

Afternoon Painting at an Estate

Some of this will look familiar to you, since I did a rudimentary blog post while still in Georgia. Boy oh boy am I glad to be back with my laptop!

This is the continuation of the post on Monday about painting at the private estate on St. Simons Island. There were many possibilities, but I knew the clock was ticking so I needed to make a quick decision. I love architecture, so the back of the house won.

The formal garden with a maze was tempting.

This giant oak with wisteria winding up its trunk was interesting.

The moss was very interestingly weird, but would have been impossible to paint.

Simpler angle, and I could ignore the trees in the way.

Finished? I don’t know, because it looks so messy.

This is the front of the house. There was so much to see, and too little time.

Success at Home

Finally, I painted something plein air at home that I like! There are so many elements to making a successful painting, and when you throw in the idea that it is a subjective type of thing, where every viewer has a different opinion, how can a painting ever be judged successful or unsuccessful? De gustibus non est disbutandem which means “it is useless to argue over matters of taste.

Still green, and new blooms in the yard.

There must be something here that I can organize into a decent composition.

Yes, I’d rather be in that little building with my pencils, but sometimes we have to parent ourselves to do the harder things with the better results in the long term.

Yea! I like it! Comb Rocks look a little bit wrong in their shape and I had a hard time determining the darkness of the shaded side and the lightness of the sunlit side. But I think this one is a painting to be proud of in my developing plein air style.

Success!

Morning at an Estate

On day two of the plein air painting workshop, we were admitted to a private estate on 1000 acres on St. Simons Island. We drove about 1-1/2 miles behind a locked gate to reach the grounds of the home. Out of respect for the homeowners, I will eliminate many specifics but will show you photos.

We began the day with a tour by the caretaker, and then were set free to find a place to set up. This time we were on our own; Laurel didn’t tell us where or how to paint, although she circulated among us the entire time (and collapsed my beast of an easel on one visit!)

A couple of original Andy Warhol paintings, Jimmy Carter and Miss Lillian. (Remember, we were in Georgia.)

Oklahoma Judy, Georgia Bill, and Florida Marty discuss the various possibilities for painting.

This looks like a little canal, but sizable boats went past as we were painting.

The pool was about 1/5 full of greenish water.

After wandering around gawking, I chose this view. It was shady beneath the pergola of the pool house.

After lunch, we put the final touches on our paintings and then chose a new location for the afternoon.

And the grandkitties were just fine back at home.

Plein Air at Home

We interrupt this travelogue to bring you more examples of practicing and putting to use the skills I learned in Georgia.

The Kaweah Post Office was awful. I spent more time on it in the painting studio.

Better. The colors didn’t photograph very true. And would you believe I lost 2 palette knives while I worked on this by the side of the road? How annoying.

The next time, I set up inside the painting workshop with the giant doors open up to the outside. This one turned out a bit better than the P.O.

It started out in the usual scary manner.

Am I finished? Who can say except Laurel, and she isn’t here. Looks kind of messy to me.

Finally, in preparation for an upcoming exhibit called “Seascapes”, I went through my photos of beach scenes and chose one to try in the plein air method. This means painting quickly, front to back, dark to light, and finishing in one session. Have you ever heard of someone doing plein air painting from a photo? I haven’t.

Beginning with color in the front. I love blues and blue-greens.

I incorporated my own techniques for getting things more accurate. I wonder if Laurel would be banging her head against the wall at my rebellious ways.

This one was completed while listening to Willie Robertson of Duck Dynasty get interviewed by Donald Miller. He talked a lot about having fun, and I had fun while painting this. Will I have the courage to enter this in “Seascapes”? More will be revealed.

Kaweah Post Office oil painting

Travelogue, Continued

On day #2 in Georgia, we gathered at a former plantation to begin painting with Laurel. There were 7 students, from Texas, Georgia, Florida, Mississippi, Oklahoma, and Central California. (Yep, I think of Central California as a separate place from the rest of the state.)

The Hofwyl-Broadfield Plantation is a State Historic Site, where rice was grown, and then after Emancipation, the “enterprising siblings of the fifth generation. . . resolved to start a dairy rather than sell their family home”. (Taken from the official handout at the park).

We wandered around doing sketches to get the feel of how to start, and then Laurel demonstrated for us. We followed her lead one step at a time while she circulated among us, offering tips, helps and suggestions for improving our paintings. The most important thing seemed to be setting up in the shade! Yup, humid and buggy, although I was never aware of getting bitten until I was scratching like a mangy dog at bites I didn’t know had happened.

We drove back on a closed road to the main plantation house area.

What is this cool little building?! Oh. It is the bathrooms. The white stuff at the base is old oyster shells – go figure.

Weird cluster of short palms was a common site, ‘though not as common as the sprawling oaks.

The marsh is out there. I wonder if the rice was planted in the marsh. My new friend Cathy is in the foreground, doing her sketches.

Oh wow, I want to see inside the house and inside the buildings and know what they were all used for. And what a dramatic sky!

This is Laurel’s set-up for plein air painting. She is very efficient and paints “all the time”, in her words. One of the many reasons I chose her for my instructor is that she also works from the double primary palette: 2 blues, 2 yellows, 2 reds and white.

We copied. This is my borrowed beast of a french easel with wobbly legs.

Hmmm, this is an ugly beginning, but all of my oil paintings begin ugly so I was not alarmed.

We paused for lunch under the oaks. (There’s my red backpack at the base of my beast of an easel. Trail Guy gave it to me for Christmas in 1986.)

Cathy from Georgia, with Bill from Georgia in the background.

You can see we are all painting the same scene, which is in front of us, but simplified and refined by Laurel. Real life is too full for a little 2-D canvas, particularly in this style of simplified shapes.

That’s all for this painting. Weird for me, but it measured up just fine to Laurel’s and the other participants.

Meanwhile, back at home, Scout and her kitties were just fine.

This was a long post. Tomorrow I’ll show you what I saw after the painting session was finished.

Category: Oil Paintings