The Show Opened and It Is Good

Images of Home

Tulare Historical Museum

Tulare County art (oil paintings) by a California artist

There is a level of apprehension to a show opening. It may be a regular occurrence for all artists, or it may just be unique to me. Some of the unreasonable thought that go through my head sound like this:

  • What if my work looks like insignificant little postage stamps in that giant gallery?
  • What if no one comes?
  • What if I really can’t paint and no one has the heart to tell me the truth?
  • What if someone says rude things and I overhear them?

The horribilization of the event before it happens is something I’ve learned to subdue. It lurks, it hovers just below the surface. It drives a bit of avoidance behavior – yesterday I actually washed my car, for Pete’s sake! (It was more for the other JB’s sake so she wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen with me.) It gets caught up in trying on about a dozen combinations of skirts and tops.

Reality is that there is a thrill to seeing a room filled with my artwork, hung in groupings, labeled and beautifully lit! A thrill, I tell you. Yep!

Add to that thrill dozens of friends, acquaintances and a handful of strangers all being complimentary and encouraging. (Those little Girl Scouts were cute beyond words!) It was a lovely event, I am touched deeply by those of you who took the time and used the gas to come, and I am speechless with gratitude to those who actually parted with hard-earned dollars to possess a piece of my art.

These photos happened at the end of the reception because talking to people was more important than documenting the event.

Danny had to sort of run a little bit to grab one last treat before it all got removed! He won an I TOLD YOU SO with his brother about one of the paintings. 😎

I left the electrical outlet in this photo so you could get an idea of scale – these are all 10×10″.

Lynda did a superb job of grouping the 60 paintings!

And the 720 square inch painting is here! The title is “One With The Stream”.

The show will be up until mid-July. You enter through the museum door and if you are only visiting the gallery, there is no entry fee. The directions and the hours are here: Tulare Historical Museum.

Images of Home

From 5:30 – 7 p.m. tonight is the opening reception for “Images of Home”, a solo show of my oil paintings. Sixty of them. Many have not been shown yet. Are you even half as excited as I am? Never mind, don’t answer that.

I am a California artist, but instead of representing the entire state, I focus on Tulare County. It is my great hope that in viewing my artwork, you will see that we are more than bad air, high unemployment and other nasty things. We have Mt. Whitney, sequoia gigantea, poppies, oranges, Mineral King and the Kaweah Post Office. That’s here in our county! (And, our air has been quite clear for awhile, thanks for asking.)

Hope to see you at the reception – I’ll be the one with the giant silly grin.

This image is on the postcard for the show. So is the address – 444 W. Tulare Ave. in Tulare, California.

California Artist, continued

Just in case there might be any doubt, I thought I’d continue to prove my case that I am indeed a California artist. I am an artist, I live in California, and this is my regular subject matter:

We grow oranges in California, particularly in Tulare County. I paint oranges, oh yes!

And, I’ve been drawing oranges for years and years!

The Sierra Nevada mountain range is in California. I paint this, hence, I am a California artist. Much of it happens to be in Tulare County, and that also makes me a Tulare County artist.

See? The Sierra Nevada has been the subject matter of this California artist for years! Why did I think I could only use that title if I drew Yosemite??

The California Poppy is one of my favorite subjects – doesn’t this qualify me as a California artist? They grow in my own yard, for Pete’s sake! (Who is this Pete, anyway? Is he a Californian?)

A poppy in pencil isn’t any less a poppy, is it? It is still the California state flower, and I drew it. Therefore, I am a California artist!

Do I believe it yet? Maybe. Maybe I have to do one more entry to convince myself (and Google!)

California Artist

That’s me. All these years I have considered myself a Tulare County artist. Google agrees with me on this. But, more people search for California artist than for Tulare County artist. Silly me, I thought if I were to call myself a California artist that I would have to portray the Golden Gate bridge, Yosemite, and Malibu. But look at what I have been drawing and painting for years:

Sequoia trees – those only grow in California!

Navel Oranges – hello, California!

The state flower of California is the California Poppy!

In conclusion, I have decided that I am a California Artist. What do you all think??

South Fork

Maybe March is my favorite month instead of February. It is so green and the redbud are in bloom, along with lupine, poppies and a great variety of other wildflowers. Michael and I drove up South Fork Road, which follows the South Fork of the Kaweah River (hence, the name). Something that always just twists my sense of geography is the clear view of Homer’s Nose from the upper end of that road.

We stopped 4 miles from the end of the road and unloaded our bicycles. It was a long slow pull to the campground, but oh so very pretty.

There were lots of choices.

We stashed our bikes and headed toward the water.

Clough’s Cave is on the other side of the river and used to be open to the public. I had never seen it, and Michael had described its location to me at some time in the past. We followed our noses (and a trail of litter), which led to getting sort of bluffed-up and no cave. We slid back down, thought it out, and found the abandoned trail to the cave. It is slippery with oak leaves and acorns, and several places made me question the wisdom of following it to a closed-off cave. A few cave-wreckers have caused the Park to seal the cave off from the public.

If you climb some rocks and then lie on the ground, this is what is visible. If you turn around, this is what you see:

Lots of textures, snow on the peaks, the canyon winding its way upward, and even a belt of black oaks still without leaves. Tulare County is so large in acreage, so vast in its variety of terrains, with far more to explore than I have days off!

Forgive Us Our Trespasses

This is 16×12″ oil on wrapped canvas. It represents 2 days of exploring Yokohl Valley last March at the height of wildflower season. I spent an inordinate amount of time on it, and almost had to break out my blow dryer to have it dry in time for the show! “Yokohl Valley Revisited” at the Tulare Historical Museum opened last night.

The title of this paintings has 2 meanings: a fair amount of trespassing was involved in gathering my photos. Number two: in the Bible “trespasses” means sin; I think it would be a sin to turn this gorgeous place into a city. I can just hear my Very Wise Dad saying in his overly calm voice meant to soothe but also a bit infuriating, “Everybody has to live somewhere.”

Why Artists Choose Three Rivers

First in a series called “Thoughtful Thursdays”

When my art studio was in Exeter and I lived in Lemon Cove, people assumed I lived in Three Rivers. I’m guessing this was because of my occupation of pencil artist. (Given the choices of of towns in Tulare County, this is a reasonable assumption.) Now that I actually do live here and have become a painter, I recognize a multitude of reasons that any artist would want to reside in Three Rivers.

We are surrounded by beauty that takes no effort to see. There are incomparable views from my yard, studio, mailbox, and even from in my neighbor’s pool. The beauty continues as we go to the post office, the Memorial Building, the golf course, or maybe even from the dentist’s office!

Then there is the beauty that might require a little more effort to take in: the North Fork, the South Fork, Kaweah River Drive, and the Salt Creek area of BLM land come to mind. If you are able to walk, there is so much more that becomes visible.  In fact, I wrote a series on my weblog called “Peculiar Sights in Three Rivers” documenting odd items that appear to the pedestrian in our town.

Another great enticement to living in Three Rivers is the shorter drive to Sequoia and to Mineral King. In less than an hour you can be among the big trees and in a little longer than an hour, you can be in a valley that I have heard resembles the Swiss Alps.

Everywhere I look there are subjects to paint. The wildflowers could keep my brush flying for several seasons. The gates alone could occupy my pencils for a year. I could produce an entire series of drawings and paintings simply of loading chutes. Curves in the road, bends in the river, the autumn leaves, light on the rocks, Moro Rock from every possible angle, Alta Peak from every attainable viewpoint, sycamores all around town, the grand oak trees of every variety, the assortment of fence styles – every one of these subjects could be depicted in pencil or paint.

It is true that there is beauty in almost any location if one learns to recognize it. I certainly had plenty of subjects available in my former locations.  Now, the accessibility of paintable scenes is almost overwhelming!

Exploring further afield

Instead of confining my adventures to Three Rivers and Mineral King, I went into Yokohl Valley. Not sure if this beautiful place will survive because of the plans of Boswell to create a new town. The building up of Orange County in my childhood horrified me – it looked less rural every time we visited Grandma or Grammy. It would break my heart to see that happen here in Tulare County. Yes, I know everyone has to live somewhere; please, let it be somewhere else! Michael came along as my driver so I could fill my eyes and decide where to stop without causing wrecks. We worked the first layer of the road along with a wee bit of trespassing over the course of 2 days. The flowers were fantastic. It is hard for me to compose shots of just hills and grass; my better pictures involved fences, trees and/or flowing water. Here are a few ideas for upcoming paintings:

 

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Continuing 2, beginning 2 more

This is what I worked on today. Can you tell what these are wanting to be when they grow up?

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Upside down is a good way to force oneself to see shapes as they really are rather than as one assumes they are. It sorts out some of the confusion of the familiar. It causes one to filter out all the detail and focus on the larger shapes.

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Perhaps it will be easier for you to identify shapes here.

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This is hard. I’ve painted it 3 times now and it is still hard. img_1477.jpg

This is also hard. Somedays I can hardly wait to be more proficient at oil painting so that I can see the pieces take shape faster. And isn’t it weird that when the paintings take less time that they will probably bring in more money?? Reminds me of working dumb jobs – the lowest jobs on the pay scale are usually the most difficult! Go figure. . .  I’m not complaining, just puzzling over one of the many mysteries of life.

Mini Vacation

This morning I had a very long walk. Eleven miles long. Really! It was beautiful – see?

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When we arrived at our destination, this was waiting for us to soak our tired selves in:

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There was a great lady there awaiting our arrival, and after our soak, she drove us home. After I got home, it felt as if I had been on vacation and I never left Three Rivers! It took some discipline to focus on the easels and the oil paintings after that little respite. However, work did happen. These oil paintings are either newly finished or still in progress. You may not be able to discern the progress, but the bridges are gradually moving toward the end.

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And what are those little paintings there on the window sill? new subjects? Not oranges or pomegranates or poppies? Wow!