Surrounded by a few feet of snow and a cold snap that's breaking records, I'm reminded of a set of watercolor paintings I made for holiday notecards years ago.
Wyeth’s minimal palette creates such moving, striking atmospheres for his work. His scenes are bleak, haunting, isolated, and yet, they invite us to stare deeper, longer, sussing out all the remarkable details contained within them. The above is a study of The Granary, painted by Wyeth in 1961.
Well. I have to say that 2017 is not off to a stellar start. It doesn’t help that for so many of us, we only got through…… Read more “may your life be a Walden Pond swim”
A DIY wine-and-paint night.
Tomorrow, somehow, is October first. September was fast and slow and everything in between. It was also crazy. But in a good way. Is there a positive version…… Read more “far from any road”
Met up with a fellow artist yesterday. We did some studio painting and some plein air studies (the scorching sun managed to cut it short though). Forgot…… Read more “through the woods”
It’s been ages. I’ve a sneaking suspicion that 2016 would’ve been a bit more manageable thus far if I’d been painting at all consistently. But every day…… Read more “electing strange perfections”
My lovely parents have back-to-back birthdays. This year I decided to gift them each with a painting. My dad not-so-subtly hinted at wanting a portrait done. I…… Read more “you’ve had a birthday”
I’ve recently discovered an affinity for the American bison. A few weeks back I finished A Voyage Long and Strange by Tony Horwitz (which I recommend). It covers…… Read more “animal affinity”
I’ve fallen in love with the idea of doing a series of small portraits (5×7). My dear friend, Jessica, was my first volunteer. Fun fact: I accidentally…… Read more “don’t blink”