Friday, August 26, 2016

Oh that wind

I no longer sail.

But...while sitting and painting on a narrow gangway plank leading to a float on the Parker River yesterday, with the wind being of a gusty speed, I was sure my painting easel with an umbrella attached would go sailing across the river. I kept a tight grip on the edge of box at all times.

This breezy outdoor painting experience reminded me of my sailing days when there were times a tight grip on the sail lines and tiller were needed in case the sails needed to luff (to spill the wind) and prevent extreme heeling over.  It was that windy outside and I loved every minute.

Painting at an arm's length from canvass, holding the paint brush close to its end while gripping the easel was a real painting challenge. My applied paint strokes were as choppy as the surface of the waters I was trying to render.

My artist friend, Barbara, came down for a visit and was impressed with what I had delivered to my canvass in so short of time.  She also helped to reclaim some cast-away items of mine from the nearby marsh grasses.  Oh that wind.

Plein air painting

Monday, August 22, 2016

Highly colorful, balanced values

Just finished putting the last colors on another reduction linoleum print, Orange Ladder, a Green Mountain state scene.

I had the pleasure of giving a talk about my prints and the reductive process at 13 Forest Gallery in Arlington last Saturday. A good number were in attendance with many intelligent questions.

Here's a link to blog of one who was in attendance.  Thanks Caroline for your thoughtful comments.

Orange Ladder will be exhibited at 13Forest's Tenfold Show beginning September 16th.

The value study of the high chroma print:

Friday, July 22, 2016

Artist Talk at 13Forest Gallery

"Diving In" is a talk I'll be giving about my reduction print process, Saturday, August 13th from 4-6P.
Hope to see you there!

Summer Show

Two new reduction prints are on display at the McGowan Fine Art Gallery's Summer Show in Concord, New Hampshire: Appleton's Bouquet and Spring Melt.

Come and check out my color prints as well as the beautiful artwork by other artists.
The show ends August 19th.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Alewives and Bluebacks

Thursday was a beauty of a day for painting at the Jewel Mill along the Mill River in Rowley.  In this river, where many of us were painting along, there a continuous churning of small fish leaping over small rocks in this rushing stream.

The anadromous Alewives or maybe they were Bluebacks are members of the Herring family and were making the springtime run up river to spawn.  These small fish are one important source for bait fish used in the sport fishing of Bluefish and Strippers and for baiting lobster traps.  In the 1960's their populations were in decline due to industrial dams which block access to spawning sites up river and water pollution.  Today with proper river management and fish ladder constructions, these fish which are important to the health of a bio-ecological cycle, are making a comeback.

As I continued walking along the path to the pond, I smelled something putrid.  It wasn't the foul smelling Skunk Cabbage well past spring emergent but dead fish (Alewives) decaying on the path; each with a hole punctured in its abdomen.  I'm guessing...Great Blue Herons had the opportunity to snack on the migrating fish.  Native Americans too awaited each spring for their return to be caught in their fishing weirs set up in streams.

Below is a pic of my plein air painting(8"X20") of the Mill River path: on left side the babbling stream, the other side a quiet pond with wild Irises.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

A Married Life

A married life of 44 years, ended on December 2 when my beloved died from metastasized uveal melanoma. CANCER, what a horrid disease. How to live my life without my lover, best friend?  

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Dutch Masters

Here's a painting recently completed at a farm in Kingston, New Hampshire. The farm had lots of willing painting subjects such as sheep, pigs and chickens, lots of chickens.

The chickens were free-range chickens.   The feathered ladies and I had quite the conversation as they gathered around my easel while I painted their homestead.  At times I looked down at them and they looked up at me... heads cocked staring with those little beady eyes, then looked away with a scratch, scratch here and a scratch, scratch there; and I with my paint brush in hand, a daub, daub here and a daub, daub there.  We all seem to be in good humor among the pleasantries of a farm that day.

I've been thinking about my day there.  So this week I was drawing, with pencils... at home... in my my my sketchbook from photos taken at the Kingston farm.

First the piggies...

Then the chickens.

I had to chuckle when I finished this drawing.  In an instant I saw a resemblance to Rembrandt's, Dutch Masters: uniformity in dress, focus on portraiture in a group setting.  My husband suggested putting hats on the ladies.  Cluck, cluck,,, no, no, we all thought.