tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21000470477198818442024-03-13T23:15:51.887-07:00Lisa's Painting and Drawing JournalLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-17006626020401597402012-08-30T14:12:00.007-07:002012-09-09T13:20:57.752-07:00Trip to Italy 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I took a solo trip to Italy this summer, for the purpose of painting plein air, sketching the art of Renaissance masters, and just enjoying a new culture. (I also got to squeeze in a visit to Amsterdam and the Van Gogh Museum, since I had a long layover.) </div>
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Paintings and drawings I did on location in Florence, Cinque Terre, and Rome:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cinque Terre is a series of five coastal villages in Italy. From south to north, they are Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, and Monterroso. In this painting, Riomaggiore is behind me, and the other four are on each of the four large outcroppings.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sketch of "David" at the Accademia Gallery in Florence</span><br />
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Photos of me in the process, taken by fellow tourists:</div>
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Photos I took in Cinque Terre and Rome</div>
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Meet Chico, who is an artist publicity manager. He actually does a good job, acting silly and attracting onlookers to where we're painting.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A musician along the trail between Riomaggiore and Manarola.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here he is playing some tranquil tunes, suiting the Mediterranean atmosphere, but the train butts in at an inopportune moment. The thundering, squealing train was just part of the soundscape of Cinque Terre, along with the seagulls and church bells.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I didn't take deliberate close-ups of people without their permission. However, when I was trying to photograph this cafe, a woman walked in front of my poised camera, and I felt she was then fair game.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was painting the coastal sunset, when this young tourist climbed on the rocks and became the subject of this photo.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then he was joined by his girlfriend, and they started stretching together. I later told them I had taken the photos, and then they took my photo.</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Riomaggiore, with flowers and lemons in the foreground.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm hiking from Manarola to Corniglia, via the trails that go though the mountain vineyards and forest. This is the steep ascent to Volastra, a little hill village I passed through along the way.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You can see Corniglia in the middle left of the photo, along the coast.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another steep part of the hike. You can see the pine forest up ahead.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">About halfway between Manarola and Corniglia, I stopped to paint Manarola, which can been seen in the upper left distance. You can see my paint gear in the lower right.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Back in my "hometown" of Riomaggiore.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Morning sounds in the hostel. You can hear the sounds of nature loud and clear, because the terrace doors were left open all night. (Most places in Italy don't have air conditioning) I loved waking up to these sounds every morning.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I mailed my paintings and souvenirs back to the US, using this post office.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The imposing columns outside the Pantheon. When Michelangelo first saw this temple, he said </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it was of "angelic and not human design."</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was very fortunate to visit St. Peter's during a mass. The choral singing and organ music added to the ethereal atmosphere of this cathedral.</span><br />
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A couple of weeks ago, the art group I belong to (The Chestnut Group) partnered with The Nature Conservancy to hold an art show. Proceeds benefited the Conservancy's program to help protect the Duck River from pollution, erosion, flooding, and species depletion. This is an important cause for several reasons. The Duck River provides drinking water for over 250,000 Tennessee residents. Also, this waterway is one of the most diverse ecosystems in North America, and was featured in a National Geographic article on species diversity. The Duck River, and the land in its watershed, are a source of natural beauty and rustic small town life, and we don't want the scenery or the people of this region to be harmed by a polluted, despoiled river. </div>
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The art sales for this show totaled over $9,000, with nearly $5,000 going toward the Duck River program. Art and nature.....a fitting combination!</div>
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Here are a few of my paintings of scenes in the Duck River watershed, painted for this show.</div>
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-55128062894405950632012-04-22T16:46:00.002-07:002012-04-24T20:59:10.325-07:00Wine and Wildflowers Art Show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I painted this past Saturday at the Sunday School Assembly in Monteagle, Tennessee, as part of the Trails and Trillium event. The Sunday School Assembly is a historic community of Victorian era summer homes, located at a relatively high elevation, where Nashville residents can escape the summer heat. For this reason, this summer getaway is also known as "The Chautauqua of the South." That Saturday, the weather and location were a magical combination. In the morning and late afternoon, the ornate cottages and gardens were veiled in cool mist, transforming this Tennessee location in to a storybook scene from Victorian England. We painters had to emerge from the misty fantasy by 3:30 pm to prepare for the art show that evening—Wine and Wildflowers. That show was a success, raising $3,600 in paintings sales…in just two hours! Forty-five percent of the proceeds will go toward preservation of the Cumberland State Parks. The painting shown below was part of the show; it depicts one of the vistas in the Cumberland State Parks. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Savage Gulf" - 15x30<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is the largest landscape I have painted in oil to date. I first painted a 5x10 paint sketch from a photo. I then painted in the main blocks of color onto the 15x30 panel, using the sketch as a reference. Next, I painted details from the photo, stepping back frequently to get a better view of the whole. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the art show, a geology professor pointed out that I had paid sound attention to detail in the sandstone rock structures. For example, there's a small area of diagonally slanted layers that indicate the direction of the water current that had been depositing the sediments, many eons ago. The geologist appreciated that I had not "glossed over" that detail. I asked additional questions about the geological history of this land, and if I remember his explanation correctly, this valley had formed when underlying magma pushed portions of the sandstone crust upward, breaking off the edges and forming the cliff faces. So that explains the shape of the valley and cliffs. As for the colors, the orange-tinted rock sections are the more recently exposed rock faces, with iron oxide creating the rust color. The grayish-blue rocks have been exposed to the air for a much longer period of time; the long ages of weathering caused them to lose the orange tint. I appreciate the scientific insights that complimented what I had created from my purely visual observations!</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also 100% plein air. I painted this one on the day of the art sale, during a few hours of partial sunlight that occurred late morning/mid-day.</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also painted plein air, in about an hour. I finished at 4 pm, past the cut-off for finishing paintings, with barely enough time to get my paintings framed and set up in the show! Not to mention getting myself ready, and changing out of my grungy clothes…</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm posing for a sweet lady who passed by and chatted for a bit....she is also an artist, and wanted a picture of me standing in front of the cottage behind me, which was once her summer home.</span><br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-38808012682319233182012-03-28T23:24:00.003-07:002012-04-02T05:36:24.268-07:00Painting in the Neighborhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I have a yearly tradition that started in 2009: painting the neighbor's spring blossoms and ivy in the setting sun. I only have a small window of time to do this: for a few days in March, between 5:30 and 6:30 pm, and only if the sun is out (not blocked by clouds). So when that window comes around, I paint. There's almost always a white vehicle in the driveway, which adds a block of cool color to the flaming scene. This year there was also a set of lawn furniture, which provided additional shiny surfaces to catch the golden light. Painted plein air.</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is another scene that I repeatedly paint in the neighborhood: a hilltop intersection that has one of the best vistas in the subdivision, especially at sundown. I painted the sunset and roughly blocked in the trees, etc., en plein air. I smoothed out the sunset a little and added detail from a photo.<br />
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Once I had finished painting the sunset sky, I had very little time left to paint the trees, houses, etc. As the light disappeared, I was soon painting completely by light/dark values, and just guessing at color, based on the location of the colors on my palette. When I found myself painting by the headlights of a passing car, I knew it was time to stop! There was already a crescent moon and stars in the sky. I took a photo of the painting on my easel, as the flashbulb going off was the only way I could tell what my painting looked like.</span></div></td></tr>
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One late morning in March, on my way to get some brunch, I saw the sun brilliantly shining on the neighbor's house and trees: an ivy-covered hackberry tree, and a snowy white Bradford pear tree. Even the leafless, still-dormant shrubs were glowing in the sun. Time to paint! (Well, after eating my pancakes, of course…) This is about 90% plein air, with some touch up afterward. Can you spot the chair?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Painting in the neighborhood is great...I love the familiarity of the finished paintings, and the zero or negligible amount of gas used to get to the spot. I've had three people with connections to the Bonna's inquire about purchasing these paintings, so there's another benefit! (All the streets in the subdivision begin with "Bonna," hence the nickname "the Bonna's.")Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com1Hermitage, Nashville, TN 37076, USA36.1961664 -86.622495899999991.9233864000000054 -146.3881209 70.4689464 -26.85687089999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-77126763394964125042012-03-11T21:59:00.000-07:002012-03-11T21:59:42.037-07:00Thicker and Faster, Featuring the Back Yard<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">As mentioned in the previous post, I started laying down paint thicker, and haven't been able to go back. I really love watching the different colors smear together on the canvas. I also get fun, 3D brushwork in unpredictable patterns and textures. I used to be a little nervous about appearing sloppy, but I'm going to put that aside so that I can get comfortable with thicker paint.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I also want to paint faster. I'm toying with the idea of taking a plein air painting trip somewhere. I feel I need to be able to record what I see quickly, so I can move on to the next scene, especially if I decide to paint as I travel. I also want to get higher numbers of better quality paintings in a short time, so I won't be overly disappointed with my work after returning from the trip. This need for increased skill motivates me to practice more. So I'm making things simple and painting my back yard fairly often. </div><br />
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I painted this scene between 8 and 9 am. I quickly slap on the paint, and slap layer on layer when corrections are needed. I managed to finish in just over an hour. I was initially self-conscious about the roughness, but some encouraging comments from members of my art group helped me out. Thanks!! :)<br />
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Yup, there's fence damage to the right, and an abandoned gate from my ex's bygone plan to add onto the fence. But you can't argue, this is much more interesting to paint than a geometrically flawless fence. Besides, I hate straight lines.<br />
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Painted with manic speed, at least by my standards. It's a strange experience; there is no time to think. I didn't fret much over the composition, which is why there's an extreme bark close-up to the left. This scene was from about 2:30 to 3:30 pm. </span></td></tr>
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Painted from about 8-9:30. Too slow... I got overtaken by the shifting grass shadows. What started out as a single, thick, diagonal green beam transformed into numerous sprawling tentacles. I initially over-bleached the two side-by-trees, and ended up re-painting them using my camera LCD screen and a previous painting as a reference. Must paint faster without screwing up light/dark values. *gulp*</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Painted during a family visit. The wind was violently shaking my easel and blowing off my hat throughout the painting. Two passers-by commented that it was a bad day to paint. They don't know me! I was determined to get a snow painting before it melted away. You can see the bare ground creeping in from the right. The Colorado climate is not as snowy as you might think, at least in certain areas on the plains.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Driving around Middle Tennessee in winter, I love watching how the sun interacts with the masses of leafless trees. Seen at a distance, a winter forest is like a fluffy, iridescent puff of smoke, shirting hues from light to shadow, and changing palette throughout the day. Up close, the leafless tree is craggy and moody, showing the intricate anatomy that is unseen in leafier months.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was painting this early February scene with Kevin Menck, when little piping sounds </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">started coming from the creek. Kevin noted this was the first time the frogs had made a peep this year. This is a sure sign that my time to paint bristly, moody trees was coming to a close! It was a little disappointing to think spring was already coming, and there had not been one day of notably accumulated snow for me to get out and paint.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's still early February...this is how the Stones River looked along the Greenway trail in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hermitage after a good rain. On the previous day, about a 100-foot section </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of the trail was submerged in murky water. So that's how I discovered what the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">trail looks like when you jog the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">other</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> direction!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is what I did on Superbowl Sunday, two days after the previous painting. Yo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">u can see how much the water has receded, exposing a smooth, bark-less log.</span></td></tr>
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I painted this impromptu study of my boxer Capone, in early December 2011 (above image). That day I was "too busy" to paint, as usual. But as I was passing through the living room, I caught myself staring at this scene. It was such a familiar sight, and particularly beautiful, with the sun burnishing and sculpting the shape of Capone's body, and reflecting blindingly off the floor. When I saw the easel standing nearby, I was no longer "too busy." <br />
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About a week later, I did one more painting of him, still having no idea he was about to fall ill. The painting reveals a slump starting to show in his posture. This was the last painting of him. I feel so lucky to have squeezed in two portraits while I still had time with him.</div>
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Below is the only other painting of Capone I have done, a tiny 3x4 canvas painted in 2009, on my back porch. It's so odd that I wasn't moved again to paint him, until the last month of his life, in 2011.</div>
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Fortunately there were plenty of photos. I will let the images below speak for the friendship and cuteness that I experienced with him. As you can see, Capone often made himself a part of my painting experience. </div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-48128574466092658002011-11-08T16:55:00.000-08:002011-11-23T14:07:50.714-08:00Blue Moon 2011 Online Sale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shown below are the paintings I put in the Once in a Blue Moon Show, a fundraiser for The Land Trust for Tennessee. "The Spotted Calf" sold, and the three framed paintings from this group are available for online purchase here: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://landtrusttn.bigcartel.com/" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold;">http://landtrusttn.bigcartel.com/</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span>. As with the "real life" show, 45% of these purchases will go toward supporting The Land Trust for Tennessee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sunset at the Farm" - 6x8 - Preston Farm in Leiper's Fork</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Here's where some Chestnut members had their lunch break after painting at Hyde-Away Farm. Looks fun, doesn't it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMWyR9hdTyU/Tps7UUFeQaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LthMqNuKd0g/s1600/100_2222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMWyR9hdTyU/Tps7UUFeQaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LthMqNuKd0g/s400/100_2222.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The properties below are not Land Trust protected, but they are neighboring areas too beautiful <i>not</i> to photograph and share.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now we are at Aubrey Preston's Farm in Leiper's Fork. I LOVE this place!! The equines get up close and personal, whether they're staring at you as you paint, nosing through your paint bag, or nibbling on your arm. The first time I painted on this property, a little brown donkey picked up a wet 4x5 painting and tried to walk off with it! Little thief!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's another incredibly scenic area: Lost Cove, near Sewanee, TN. All photos are from my paint-outs from the last few months to present, except for this one, which is from August 2010.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">There are dozens more Land Trust Properties, but I wanted to include a few highlights from my paintings activities of the last few months. It's breathtaking to see all these panoramas and quaint vignettes in one swoop, and to realize that it takes effort and vigilance to keep these areas in their natural state.</div></div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-78600252955688856832011-08-03T10:09:00.000-07:002011-08-10T11:53:12.002-07:00Beauty Worth Saving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This post is a photo log of my recent hike to Cummins Falls. Although this post is more about nature and photography than painting and drawing, there is still some connection with art. For about a year, this dazzling spectacle was in danger of getting sold to a real estate developer. The entire area was potentially going to be the site of a <i>subdivision.</i> By now the TN Parks and Greenways Foundation has secured the funds needed to purchase the property, which will become a protected state park. Some of those funds came from art sold by my local painting organization, The Chestnut Group. (So there's one bit of connection between this blog post and art!) Also, there's a good chance I'll eventually create some studio paintings based on some of these photos. So for now, I hope you'll enjoy just the photos! I took all of the photos except the ones showing me hiking, and those were taken by my friend Xiaolun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you to all patrons who donated money to protect the Falls, to Governor Haslam for the generous grant that made the purchase possible, and of course a huge thank you to the TN Parks and Greenways Foundation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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This was a MUCH easier hike than the time I hiked to the Falls in February, when there was snow on the ground, and too many pounds of paint gear on my back. If you haven't already seen that post, you can read it <a href="http://paintinganddrawingjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/adventures-at-cummins-falls.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">here</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">.</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We eventually arose and continued up the cascade steps of the waterfall, reaching the high, mossy wall of the gorge, over which the main mass of the waterfall was endlessly plunging. We had to pass under a skinny sheet of sprinkling water to stand against the wall, but those "sprinkles" nailed the skin like bullets. I tried to touch the white, main body of the waterfall, but I couldn't. Even the sparser edges of the waterfall were hard and driving, and I felt like I would lose my fingers or break my arm if I reached any further in. So we stayed near the stinging rivulets that flanked the central waterfall, sitting on a dark, mossy rock shelf, and looking out at the gorge through the misty curtain.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I decided that even if I couldn't get under the main body of the waterfall, I could at least get behind it. I started sliding along the rock "bench" carved into the wall, getting scarily closer to the roaring wall of white, very careful not to touch it, until I was completely behind it. All I could see in front of me was streaking white; water moving so fast that it was a constant, dangerous blur. At that time Xiaolun decided to go back to the swimming hole area, so I remained alone in this roaring chamber of cool mist until I had my fill.</span></div></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-11716441803230466712011-07-12T23:05:00.000-07:002011-07-12T23:29:11.719-07:00Supporting The Battle of Franklin Trust<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">History buffs in the Nashville area may be interested in the art show/fundraiser that kicks off this Thursday. The art group I belong to, The Chestnut Group, is partnering with The Battle of Franklin Trust to put on this fundraiser. There will be paintings of Civil War action, portraits of quaintly dressed characters, rustic farm scenes, and more. Many of the paintings are based on a Civil War reenactment that took place last March, providing a dynamic variety of painting subjects. After I dropped off my paintings for the show, I took a look at the huge collection of paintings bundled together in the room, ready to be hung the next day. It was like looking at all the presents under the Christmas tree. There was an eye-pleasing array of subject matter, from 19th-century plantation scenes, to armed horsemen charging across a field.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The show will be at Carnton Plantation in Franklin, Friday through Sunday, with a pre-show for artists and patrons on Thursday. I'm entering nine paintings in the show, and I have posted my favorites below.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I painted this mother duck and ducklings from a photo I took at a barn at Harrison House farm. The farmer warned me not to get too close or she would attack. I hope I captured a little of her hostility in this painting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CtCiH8v2nA/Th0mFOMnm9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/aGv2prhkM6I/s1600/100_1584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CtCiH8v2nA/Th0mFOMnm9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/aGv2prhkM6I/s640/100_1584.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "The Protector" 8x10</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I painted the adult duck and the background from life. The duck actually held still long enough for that! I added the ducklings from a photo. (Here's a secret: the ducklings I added actually belong to a mother of a different species...I have sacrificed biology for the sake of art.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSdkBkFrkI8/Th0mKfdTSLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fZX4q_8JX08/s1600/duck+and+ducklings.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSdkBkFrkI8/Th0mKfdTSLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fZX4q_8JX08/s400/duck+and+ducklings.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The Outing" 5x7</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This horse belonged to one of the actors at the Battle of Franklin re-enactment. The steed was so mellow, I was able to paint most of him from life, and then touched up the painting from a photo. I asked the owner for the name of this battle horse … and it's Wimpy!! But there's a hero somewhere in his timid little heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S79Zt2hj-IQ/Th0mLrcloTI/AAAAAAAAAig/lDcSLSu4vSo/s1600/LWallace-horse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S79Zt2hj-IQ/Th0mLrcloTI/AAAAAAAAAig/lDcSLSu4vSo/s400/LWallace-horse.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Battle Horse" 6x8</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These regal peacocks gave me great poses at Harrison House farm near Franklin. I painted them from two different photos. I like the frame I chose so much, I decided to post it along with the painting. (Frame supplied by Lyle Teague Moulding in Hendersonville)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-8NzVHO7XQ/Th0ojLKoSAI/AAAAAAAAAik/MuLUybJB0mI/s1600/100_1602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="327" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-8NzVHO7XQ/Th0ojLKoSAI/AAAAAAAAAik/MuLUybJB0mI/s400/100_1602.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">"Bejeweled" 6x8</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-8571636661604370532011-07-03T22:39:00.000-07:002011-07-04T10:08:40.182-07:00Colorado Trip 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last week I returned from a vacation in Colorado. I visited with my family, ate lots of food, hiked, and found some time for plein air painting. On my first plein air outing, we pulled off along a highway in Rocky Mountain National Park, not far from the city of Estes Park. I painted this 6x8 canvas in about an hour, which is unusually fast for me. I started at 6 pm-ish, when the sunlight is starting to slant and become richer in color.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After packing away the first painting, I continued riding up the mountain highway until we reached a high look-out point. I had to hurry–the sun was sinking quickly! I painted the 5x7 shown below.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple of days later, I painted another one from a roadside pull-off in Rocky Mountain National Park. Backlighting is my friend! Backlighting gives sharp definition to monochromatic vegetation, and backlit mountains have a soft, hazy look that increases the sense of distance. I need to put a little more blue in the sky. I was so intent on maintaining strong contrast between sky and mountains, I nearly wiped all the color out of the sky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One day I painted mountains from my parents' house outside of Loveland. Below is a distant view painted from their back porch. The double-peaked mountain to the far right is Long's Peak, and the blurry, mostly unpainted town below is Loveland. Toward the end of this painting, I about had a heat stroke from the sun pouring through the windows of the back porch. It seems ironic for a Tennessee painter to get overheated painting a Colorado mountain scene…</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also painted a scene that was a <i>little</i> less rugged than the others. This is the garden behind my parents' house. I love the flower in the lower right; it has both lavender and blue petals on each flower. As I worked on this painting, it felt like a juggling act. There were so many elements to keep in the correct relationship with one another, especially as far as position and value. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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That's it for the paintings. Now here are a few photos I shot during my explorations in Rocky Mountain National Park. (Unless I'm in it...then someone else took it!) Click any photo to enlarge.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's what may be the only finished painting of Megan I will ever paint. Not long after I started painting at a portrait session where she modeled, she had a schedule conflict and had to quit modeling. She always had an interesting choice of clothing, such as this Victorian-collared shirt she bought at a vintage consignment store.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had just bought this pitcher at Hermitage Antique Mall because it looked highly "paintable." I was intrigued by the turquoise and leaden colors that reflected off its darkly tarnished surface. I had purchased the roses, but the dogwood flower was clipped from the tree blossoming in my front yard. I had to keep cutting fresh clippings, because the flowers would wilt during the hours I spent painting. Sometimes still life is not so still!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had bought this brass bowl two years ago at the same antique store where I had recently bought the silver pitcher. I love to paint metal, and this bowl has irresistibly paintable scalloped edges and ornamental handles. The rose was clipped from a bush in my front yard. (I don't live in Florida, so all fruit is from the grocery store.)</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The iris is my favorite flower. These irises grew alongside the roses in my yard, often strangled by the sprawling thorns. (I'm not a gardener at all!) I loved working with the whites, neutrals, and translucencies in this scene. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a two-hour paint sketch of Megan. I had not yet deepened her hair to its black color, but I think the brown works well with the overall tan color scheme of this painting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These Clementine orange slices, with their varying levels of translucency, were great fun to paint. However, the fluffy little muffin was not! For some reason I had a tough time getting just the right look in its puffed-out, slightly crusty crown. Maybe I was distracted from wanting to eat it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The sunflower painting below is the only one that is not recent; I painted this one a year ago. I can see the difference in painting style from a year ago to now. My drawing in the painting below is less precise, but some viewers may like how the paint has a thicker, "brushier" application. Now I feel in the desire to paint sunflowers again! They all seem to have a different mood, like a cluster of ragamuffin characters.</div><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-86698335664398318192011-03-31T16:28:00.000-07:002011-03-31T16:46:30.076-07:00Touching up Some Carnton Paintings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I took a couple of paintings I did on site at Carnton Plantation, and touched up using photo reference. Click <a href="http://paintinganddrawingjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/cornucopia-of-paintings-at-carnton.html">here</a> if you want to compare the original works. These scenes are from a reenactment of the Battle of Franklin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The painting below now has steam and smoke, and the soldier is looking at the viewer. I also added a little more detail overall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The proportions of the horse are a little closer to the actual horse at the scene. This horse, by the way, is named Wimpy, which may explain why he wasn't included in the military drill! The colors are overall brighter, and the background foliage now has the appearance of early spring growth.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love these two old trees. They're like pillars to an enchanted doorway, especially in the early spring, when they're surrounded by frilly ground cover and encroached by violets and grape hyacinths. (Fortunately, I don't live at a place that requires a homogenous, manicured lawn!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The sad thing about the two trees is, I think they're dead. I don't recall seeing leaves on them last year. I'll check again this spring to see if blossoms or leaves sprout. If they are dead, I've been warned that they might decay and topple onto the house. I should probably check with a few tree cutters. I really will hate to see them go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are other trees of this species in my back yard. I've never seen a flowering tree like this. Most flowering trees are small, like dogwoods or pear trees, or bushy, like magnolias. But these tower up straight and tall, like a forest tree. In mid spring, they blossom into white flowers that look like large clusters of grapes. It's so odd to see the white blooms hanging high overhead in the craggy, somber branches.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's an old fence gate leaning against the fence, in the upper right. My ex boyfriend had found it in the woods, and brought it to the house in case we ever wanted to complete the fence enclosure and add another gate. I should probably get rid of the gate, but it's actually an interesting visual element to break up the verticals of the trees and the fence. Albeit, the trees aren't really all that vertical, which is probably further evidence that they are dying! I better paint them while I can.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-91438353203163082412011-03-27T23:16:00.000-07:002011-03-28T12:57:45.455-07:00Spring Views from the Front Yard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the third year in a row I have painted the sun setting through the neighbor's spring foilage and ivy-covered hackberry. This scene looks especially magical in the evening, when the setting sun blazes through the red and white blossoms and stains the grass gold. It's fun adding in the white autos, which add some hard edges to the scene and balance out the white cherry tree. This year the dog, a little chow mix, happened to pose while I was painting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">On another evening I did a very rapid study of the sun burning a triangle of light through the neighbor's yard. I think I got the values more accurate on this one, so I used it as a reference and deepened some of the values on the first painting. It pays to paint multiple paintings of the same scene!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">It's good that I painted the spring scenes while I could. Shortly after "Triangle of Light," the weather became steadily overcast and drizzly. It's possible that the blossoms will be gone once the sunny weather returns ... such is the impermanence of spring, and really of all life. Plein air painting keeps the essence of those moments alive.</div><div><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-61521876859281767632011-03-20T15:03:00.000-07:002011-03-21T13:52:28.358-07:00A Cornucopia of Scenes at Carnton Plantation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cWTzCANny1k/TYe6LaXa-8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XBvOkEalLSU/s1600/dapper+soldier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cWTzCANny1k/TYe6LaXa-8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XBvOkEalLSU/s320/dapper+soldier.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yesterday I went to Carnton Plantation to see what paintings I could get out of the Civil War reenactment. This plantation was the home of the McGavocks, a family who just happened to live at a strategic location during the Civil War. Their plantation became the site of the Battle of Franklin, where 10,000 soldiers were either killed, taken prisoner, or went missing. The large manor home of the McGavocks served as a field hospital for the thousands needing emergency care. Mr. and Mrs. McGavock tended to the wounded, and at dawn each day Mrs. McGavock was up cooking breakfast for the soldiers, with the hem of her dress awash in blood. This was a well-to-do family that might well have turned their backs on the needs of the "lower classes," but their duty to aid humanity overcame social norms.</div><br />
When I arrived at the plantation, I found myself immersed in a sea of paintable scenes. Men in quaint attire were lounging about on blankets, forming living 19th-century Impressionist vignettes. Only instead of a park or a beach, they were on a dusty campground, surrounded by campfires, bubbling pots of stew, and crates of carrots and potatoes. At the end of the field the sun glinted off the chestnut and black backs of the tethered horses. The air was sunny and tinged with woodsmoke, boiling onions, and sweet pipe tobacco.<br />
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Fueled by the wealth of paintable scenes and the beautiful spring weather, I got started on my plein air sketches. I started more paintings than I actually finished, because as subjects moved, sometimes I would completely lose the painting. But then I would just start another. I loved the freedom to paint quickly and not mull over details.<br />
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</div>In addition to quick studies, I got lots of photos to potentially use as studio paintings. Here are a few:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Painting the house was a learning experience, but I think my real "rush" comes from painting those unpredictable animals and people. I really should do those sort of studies more often so that my draftsmanship and value/temperature accuracy improves. Plus, it's just plain fun.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-28503662242384634122011-03-04T17:36:00.000-08:002011-03-04T21:47:59.552-08:00An Opportunity to Help Save a Waterfall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The paintings below are for sale–because in June 2011, Cummins Falls will also be up for sale. The waterfall will be for sale to real estate developers unless the Tennessee Parks and Greenways Foundation can raise the money to purchase this property. The roaring falls tumble into a 40 foot deep gorge, located on 186 acres of untouched woodland. To help keep it that way, donate to the Tennessee Parks and Greenways Foundation, or purchase one of the 7 oil paintings below, and I will donate 50% to this cause. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<i>For the full adventure behind this painting, click </i><a href="http://paintinganddrawingjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/adventures-at-cummins-falls.html"><i>here</i></a><i>!</i><br />
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The Donkey Field - 8x10 - $325</div><div style="text-align: center;">Location: Leiper's Fork, TN<br />
<i>For backstory on this painting, click </i><i><a href="http://paintinganddrawingjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/kevin-mencks-november-workshop.html">here </a></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U6tTrvy42TY/TXHNPnvFEcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pW7b2WK0d-I/s1600/a+cow+named+squirm+frame+lo-res.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U6tTrvy42TY/TXHNPnvFEcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pW7b2WK0d-I/s320/a+cow+named+squirm+frame+lo-res.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Cow Named Squirm - 6x8 - $225</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Location: Hunter's Hill Farm, Hermitage, TN</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Squirm is a runt cow who is so petite she has</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>trouble giving birth. So now she is a full-fledged pet!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">If you are up to an hour driving distance from me, I will deliver, or if it's more than that, we can either meet up or discuss shipping options. <b>Contact information: lisawallacedesigns@gmail.com 615-517-1992</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">About the frames: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">If you like these frames, you can thank Lyle Teague Moulding in Hendersonville, TN. Lyle and Stan were excellent to work with, once again.</div><div><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-49375875459543385352011-02-19T06:52:00.000-08:002011-02-19T15:36:43.632-08:00Adventures at Cummins Falls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just about a week ago, another painter and I went on the toughest hike of my life, in the name of saving Cummins Falls. I have hiked in high altitudes in the Rocky Mountains, but that was nothing compared to this largely off-trail excursion lugging way too much paint and weather gear!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First I'll give a little background on the Cummins Falls situation. This huge waterfall is located on 186 acres of wooded land near Cookeville, TN. The Chestnut Group, the plein air painting group I belong to, is partnering with the Tennessee Parks and Greenways Foundation in an effort to protect this property from impending future development. The Foundation needs to raise enough money to purchase the waterfall from a private owner, or the land will go up for sale this coming June. This individual landowner had purchased the waterfall area in 2010 as part of a deal to hold the land for one year, giving Tennessee Parks and Greenways Foundation time to raise the money for purchase. The Chestnut group is sending out artists to paint the waterfall and to sell the works at a fundraiser on February 24. The more paintings we sell, the more money will go toward saving Cummins Falls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now to the adventure. I have never had to walk more than 15 minutes to get to my painting destination, so I'm not equipped with the most ergonomic paint gear. I normally find my gear to be light and easy to travel with. However, the day of this paint-out had a low of 8º F and a high in the 30's. (For the Europeans, 32ºF is the equivalent of 0º...freezing!!) So I took 2 extra jackets, and also extra food and water, since I knew I would be out in nature all day. We were told the hike to the bottom of the gorge would take about 30 minutes. Then we'll paint the falls. No big deal! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So we start hiking through the woods. Pretty!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's getting a little steep. But pretty!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We get to the end of the trail. We're at the edge of a river, with no waterfall in sight or in earshot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ummm...where's the waterfall? Thalia, my fellow hiker, tells me we have to hike up the river–in the water–to get to the falls. She had posted this information online, but I had brilliantly missed it. She starts pulling on her thigh-high waders. I'm feeling incredibly lucky to be wearing my almost knee-high rubber boots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rather than wade the whole way in the river, we decide to hike along the bank. We cross to where the bank looks better for foot travel. The bottom of the river is slippery and the water is almost to my boot tops, but I make it across dry!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some of the hiking is easy, but much of it is along muddy, sloped embankments and through dense thickets of fallen trees. Sometimes it would take 5-10 minutes for me to muscle my way through a particularly tough clump of branches, while trying to keep all my gear and jackets with me. I start getting so hot that I have to carry two coats over my arm, in addition to the easel and two tote bags.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally we meet our match in a large cedar tree that has fallen across a high, steep muddy bank. Since there's no way through it, we cross the river to a more passable looking area. My boots meet their match in the water, as you'll see in the video below. As I mutter to myself in the video, the frigid water rushing into my boots was actually pretty refreshing in my state of overheated fatigue! I had to be careful to keep my balance, because with each step I could feel the swift current pushing against my legs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">OK, it's about 30-35ºF, and I am slogging about in boots filled with ice water. That sounds like a bad thing, but to my feet, the water is like cool, hydraulic footpads that circulate all through my boots with each step. Who needs gel soles? But obeying common sense and not sensation, I sit down and dump about a half gallon of water from each boot. Then almost immediately we find that we can't pass the far bank either, because it's so craggy and rocky. Here's a photo of that side of the river. Thalia is a tiny speck at the base of the gorge ... can you find her? </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So it's back in the water again, crossing back to the original bank. Now I have a new freedom of not having to worry about whether the water is over my boots! I'm waterlogged anyway, so I just stomp right across the river.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now we are in a slightly <i>less</i> impassable boulder field. This is the hardest part of the hike. I have to muster all my strength to haul myself and my gear over each boulder, with precarious footing and numerous drop-offs to sharp rocks below. A couple of mini-avalanches erupt ahead of me, almost hitting Thalia, and both of us wonder if some animal had set it off in the cliffs above us. Every now and then I would look up at the cliffs, imagining a mountain lion staring down with interest. Yeah, I know this isn't Colorado, but I am almost delirious with exhaustion, and I decide that it wouldn't matter if a wild animal were stalking me anyway, because I'm too pooped to escape. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then.....we finally see the falls!! (With the help of my camera's zoom lens) It took us about 2 hours to get to this point.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The shadow of the gorge has its own local weather. The snow is about 2 inches deep, and the air is definitely colder. I'm dreadfully fatigued, with soaking wet feet, but that doesn't matter...it's time to paint the falls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I pop in my earbuds and escape the cold and damp with the warm, sunny sounds of an African pop song. Song after song comes to my rescue, warding off the burning pain that sets into my frozen feet. I'm able to pull off a paint sketch in about 2 hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I pack up and head back, I discover my feet are frozen numb and cannot be trusted on the snowy, craggy footholds. My thighs are like wobbly rubber, too. Even scarier: I discover that in my fatigue, I have lost my fear of falling. A few times when I start losing my balance, my reaction is dull apathy. It would be nice to just give in to gravity. Huh?? OK, apparently my survival instincts are useless, along with my legs, so my brain kicks in and finds a somewhat easier path. I still have obstacles, but I get over each one by sliding and scrambling on my stomach or backside. Along the way, I see a plastic bag with waders in it. Then a familiar straw hat. Then a roll of paper towels. I believe my hiking partner is losing her stuff! Or maybe this is how she marks the trail for me. I gather it up and finally come to a point where she's waiting for me. She has my coat, which I also had lost along the way, and we exchange lost goods. I tie the coat around my waist, but somewhere along the way I lose it again. I feel like we're Hansel and Gretel, leaving a trail of debris to guide our way back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After more boulders, mud, fallen trees, the river, and the steeply graded forest trail ... we make it back to a campfire and food! I remove my boots and entertain everyone with my wool socks and pant legs steaming in the campfire heat. Yay, mismatched socks. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As much as I detailed the difficulties of our hike, I wouldn't trade that day for anything. The constant, strenuous exertion put me in a state of mind that lived in the moment-to-moment present. That basic kind of existence is an oasis of primitive bliss in the chaotic modern world. That's all the more reason to keep wild, rugged areas like Cummins Falls protected from encroaching civilization.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">p.s. Thank you Thalia for taking so many of the pictures and the video in this post! And thanks Cathleen for the food and the "steamy" pic at the end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-37382197704795661512011-02-12T22:07:00.000-08:002011-02-12T22:07:22.893-08:00Another Snow Painting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In late January Nashville got about 3 inches of snow. Snowfall does not always stick to the branches, but this time it did, creating a "winter wonderland" of frosty white woods. Foreground shapes were sharp and crystalline, and further back, they merged into an endless silvery mass. Tree trunks within that mass were soft and indistinct, as if fading into a mist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-27657622685508417372011-02-09T23:16:00.000-08:002011-02-09T23:20:30.714-08:00Cabin in the Woods, Cottage in the Village<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> A few weekends ago I experienced a wintery getaway in northern Tennessee. I was with a group of painters that pitched in to rent a cabin in a remote national forest. Just getting to the cabin required navigating miles of hairpin, 10 mph speed limit curves through the dense woods. It was bear country, as I could see by the presence of bear-proof garbage containers. (The containers look like squat, brown metal boxes.) </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
Our group had Saturday and Sunday to paint. On Saturday morning, we painted the woods surrounding the cabin. My biggest challenge was working with the bright sunlight as it created ever changing blue shadows across the snow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That afternoon we drove to a river spanned by a wooden walking bridge, perfect for setting up our easels. The wind blasted us as we painted, but I barely noticed it as I basked in the beauty of the sun slanting over the hills. I can't display the art from that afternoon, because I ended up doing a Chevy Chase number on the poor little 8x10. While loading the car just before heading back, I set the painting on the trunk. I was in Mt. Juliet off I-40 when I remembered. No doubt it is now face down, coated in frost, weathering away along the shoulder of some lonely highway. R.I.P.! So, here's a photo of the scene I was painting ... I guess I can just paint it again from the comfort of my living room. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here we are, all set up on the walking bridge. I'm the middle distance figure on the left, in the dark pink jacket. Looks like I just cast a shot put. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Sunday we drove to the historic town of Rugby. I will quote a couple of lines from the town's vision statement, found on the Historic Rugby <a href="http://www.historicrugby.org/">website</a>:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">British-founded Rugby, Tennessee, is a rare example of a rural, living community that survives from its 1880s utopian beginnings with its town plan intact, many buildings and its natural setting preserved and with no encroaching incompatible development. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sounds like a great place to paint! We set up our easels in an area where we could see several picturesque churches and cottages. I selected an adorable yellow house called Percy Cottage. It's available as a bed and breakfast in the warmer seasons.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our painting group was well received by the town. One passerby took my picture and wrote about our painting endeavors in the Rugby online newsletter. You can see the photo and blurb at this<a href="http://rugbyweek.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-01-31T07%3A49%3A00-05%3A00&max-results=1"> link.</a> The next passerby was an artist from Gatlinburg, TN. His name is <a href="http://www.gillespiearts.com/index.html">Dale Gillespie</a>, and he was visiting Rugby as a potential new location for his studio. Just before leaving, I met a couple who told me about the different art galleries in town. This little rural village apparently has a strong art community. My painting group is enthusiastically planning to visit again in April!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>After wrapping up the Rugby painting, I started the drive back to Nashville. It was late afternoon; I was driving into the sun; and I was treated to hours of gorgeous, backlit country scenes. (As Saturday afternoon's painting sailed off the back of my car ...) Here are a few photos I took on the ride back. Click any photo to enlarge.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">A general store and post office outside of Rugby.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1YNiY7TbNE/TVNwD50UlnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7RiuN7C4vF0/s1600/100_9643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1YNiY7TbNE/TVNwD50UlnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7RiuN7C4vF0/s640/100_9643.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A vast auto restoration lot: a sea of antique autos, gleaming metal parts, all completely deserted and unguarded. Was this place an apparition?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-8601796441315673652011-01-12T23:08:00.000-08:002011-01-12T23:23:43.436-08:00A Snowy Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nashville got a few inches of snow this week. Living in the South, I welcome snow as a rare treat, and I decided to savor it while it lasted by going outside and painting. Here's my painting from this past Monday. I spent about 2 or 3 hours outside, wearing LOTS of layers and constantly drinking instant café Vienna. The scene shows a stand of trees in front of the entry point to the woods behind my house. I love walking in those woods, especially when it snows.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div> The next day was even colder and windier. I wore more layers, and kept refilling my mug with instant café Vienna or cocoa. My feet gave me the most problems ... tennis shoes and two pairs of socks were not enough to keep them warm. Of course, on that harsh day I had to pick a subject that was tedious to paint. I selected a zig zag tree in the woods behind my house, and took care to include all the zigs and zags. I spent 4 hours outside on this one, not counting breaks. Here's the underpainting:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The finished painting is below. I love using the palette knife to suggest little details, like the fence wires, which would be impossible for me to do with a brush. The mass at the base of the tree is the brush pile where I dump my fall rakings and branch trimmings each year. The pile always seems to stay the same size, probably because the leaves decay about as fast as I pile on new ones. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Snowflakes accumulated on my palette. They kept getting mixed into the paint and not melting, giving the paint a gritty texture. It didn't seem to affect the final painting, though. (click to enlarge)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here I am with all my layers on ... hopefully I won't catch a cold. I did have a terrible headache all day today, probably from yesterday's exertion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The little bird in my front yard looks cold, too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBZMt6fb1eQ/TS6fJ6TBfKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-nybsBL1xO4/s1600/cardinal.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBZMt6fb1eQ/TS6fJ6TBfKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-nybsBL1xO4/s400/cardinal.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13750266313158746341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100047047719881844.post-20238303339801739802011-01-12T13:47:00.000-08:002011-01-12T17:56:36.927-08:00City-fied PaintingIn late November I met with a few <a href="http://chestnutgroup.org/">Chestnut Group</a> members to paint in a Nashville area called "The Gulch." I felt intimidated by the fact that cityscapes are filled with my artistic enemies: straight lines, perfect right angles, the need for flawless perspective. In order to feel safe, I picked a spot that had a comforting stand of trees in the distance. To my surprise, I ended up with a painting I'm pretty happy with. Another pleasant surprise–I had very little trouble from passersby, even though I was painting on a sidewalk. Very few people walked by, with the notable exception being an ex-army guy I will call Mr. Talkative. His chatty presence actually didn't bother me, because I like to listen to either music or talking while I paint, and my iPod battery was dead at the time. So as I learned about the life and interests of my new sidekick, I painted my first cityscape:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I came into this workshop determined to take my painting skill to another level. I was going to wring every bit of knowledge out of Kevin that I could. I started off the workshop by simply copying him as he painted, hoping to pick up some new secret that way. The main thing I noticed is....he paints so FAST! I could barely keep up. I painted so fast I was barely aware of what colors I was mixing, and didn't have time to look at the actual landscape to judge how he was coming up with those colors. The hardest item to copy was the large tree in the near center...I just could not figure out how he was giving it volume and the feel of light passing through it. My tree was basically a big cluster of blobs. Here is the result:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next, I painted the scene from life, rather than from Kevin's painting. I still had a hard time with the large, focal tree. I got Kevin to paint it for me. I'm still mystified at how he got it to look so....tree-ish.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Below is a photo of Kevin's assistant scrutinizing my methods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I call this location the "donkey field," for obvious reasons. (It's in Leiper's Fork, south of Nashville.) Those burros are unbelievably mischievous. Last spring a small, brown donkey took off with a wet painting, which I had to grab out of his mouth. This fall I got my arm and hand chewed on a couple of times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now that we're being sidetracked by donkeys, I'll post a couple of videos to further illustrate why I call this location the "donkey field."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then a donkey broke Kevin's easel. Just kidding...he and a workshop student were doing some adjustments to his easel. You can see my easel on the left, handmade by my dad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Back to painting...we are still on Day 1. Again, I tried to uncover Kevin's secrets by copying his painting. Did I mention he paints very fast? I don't know how I (or he) did it, but I feel this painting really captures the evening light on the barn. Coincidentally, this painting was painted on Veteran's Day, and there's a US flag hanging in front of the barn. I created the illusion of stripes by averaging the red and shadowy white, resulting in a solid block of mauve. The mind fills in the stripes. (click picture to see more detail)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's a painting that I didn't copy. I painted a barn right on the edge of town in Leiper's Fork, in walking distance of <a href="http://www.puckettsgrocery.com/leipersfork/index.html">Puckett's Grocery</a> and <a href="http://www.leiperscreekgallery.com/LeipersCreekHome.html">Leiper's Creek Gallery</a>. I used Kevin's technique of creating feathery shapes to suggest the clusters of dead twigs on the trees. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After a long lunch break, I decided to paint a scene that looked terribly daunting. See those wispy gray trees in front of the rust-colored trees? The crowns of those trees have no discernible edges or shadows. So, that sounds like a good scene to tackle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Again, I played copycat, but this time I made sure to make plenty of comparison between the scene before my eyes and the paint on the canvas. (I was using the actual landscape for reference as much as Kevin's painting) I also spent a lot of time looking back and forth between the outdoor scene and Kevin's painting, trying to understand the way he was translating real life into little textured patches that looked just as real and three-dimensional as their outdoor counterparts. As a matter of fact, some elements of his painting, particularly the crowns of trees, looked more three-dimensional than what I'm seeing out there. My eyes perceive the trees as flat, dark silhouettes against the sky, and my tendency is to paint them that way. But Kevin interprets these flat shapes as masses with volume, and he adds subtle highlights to show the light striking from the appropriate direction, which enhances the rounded shape. So it seems like I need to paint even more than I see, to achieve convincing realism. (But at the same time I paint less than I see, because I'm averaging millions of twigs and leaves into round, scruffy shapes.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">On a side note, while the other students and I were painting this scene, we were standing in front of a stand of woods with a creek. Kevin told us the story of seeing a table and chairs getting set up IN the creek water, and lighting and chandeliers were hung from the trees. He found out that some residents of Leiper's Fork were setting up for an in-the-creek dinner party. At these parties, guests arrive in formal dinner attire, and sit in the chairs in the creek water, with the hems of jackets and skirts flowing in the current. They eat and drink wine late into the night, illuminated by the chandeliers in the trees. I felt like he was describing a vivid dream, and soon the mad hatter would make an appearance. But no, these creek parties are real...just one of the eccentricities of residents of this quaint little town of Leiper's Fork.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">For my lunch break, I had a delicious meal from Puckett's: barbecued beef brisket, baked beans, potato salad, and blackberry cobbler. Then we headed back to the donkey field. A wind started whipping up, bringing in storm clouds and smatterings of light rain, but we kept painting until it was too dark to judge color. I didn't do any copying on this one, and I managed to get a couple of donkeys in the scene. They stopped bothering us long enough to go eat some hay.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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