Friday, August 14, 2015
Last year, on our trip to California, I went to paint in the little historic village in San Juan Capistrano. It's always beautiful there, little side streets with old houses dating from the 1700's, flowers everywhere blooming, as they only do all year round in California. This was done this spring from a photo I took that day. Loved the light play on the gate, flowers and road. I have to say, I do miss this place wherever we are home in the Adirondacks. This is 20x16 pastel
Going out to paint can be an iffy proposition. It really didn't look like it would rain, so I packed up my gear and headed to the bridge, at the back of Abanakee Lake, in Indian Lake. I was enjoying the view and started to paint when the light changed, the wind picked up and I realized that the mountain I was painting was looking very ominous. The one thing I didn't want wet was my pastels, so I packed up quickly, took lots of pictures and got in the car. Ready to start the car, the downpour came. Saved once again! Finished at home. This pastel was sold at Abanakee Studios, Indian Lake, NY
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Shadows around this gorgeous tree in Rochester, New York caught my attention. There was a peace to this tree, so sturdy, so much width to shelter people from the sun, a bit mystical in it's color. I don't know what kind of tree this is, but still love the beauty in it.
We have so many marshes here in the north country of New York that on every hike I find another place to paint! This pastel is of a march in Tupper Lake, on the way to Lake Placid. Pastel on a 6x18 board gives this piece a long format in which to view the distant hills. It seems a peaceful place.
Fall's such a beautiful place in the Adirondacks and this fall we took lots of walks to our lake. As the weather turned colder, the underbrush became filled with dead leaves and dried sticks. They had a color all their own and I took lots of reference photos for a pastel painting.
Monday, January 5, 2015
This past October, on a walk to our lake, I brought my digital camera and was taking shots of all the gorgeous colors on the trees. It was a beautiful day, as autumn was fast disappearing - lots of leaves had already fallen from the trees. One look down and I was awed by the beauty of the pattern of leaves, the colors and the fallen dew drops from that morning. The photos I took were like a work of art in themselves but, I was determined to try to paint at least one of the photos. I loved the white leaf that is prominent in the painting. Where did it come from, when all the others were faded and full of color? This is my rendition of autumn under foot.