His First Tractor

We were visiting my mother in Georgia (I think it was about 1970) and we took my son to the farm that my father had bought when he retired a few years before.  Of course, when Paul saw the tractor, he had to climb up into the driver's seat. He had already put on a 'farm hat' and tipped it to us the way he had seen my uncle do. I am so glad I had my camera handy!

Who knew back then that this little boy would one day be driving his very own tractor? He's now an avid organic farmer in Vermont - loving what he does!

And I have loved the photo over the years - it was time to paint it. It began with a watercolor underpainting and I finished it up with pastel. He's so cute.

Back to the real world . . .

It's cold and rainy again today.  We have been home for a week, having spent a wonderful five weeks in sunny, warm Puerto Rico.  Re-entry is not easy.

Our time away was 'carefree.'  I made the decision before we went that I would NOT let my real world interfere with being in 'slug mode.'  Five weeks of relaxing, reading, swimming, sketching (a little) and generally doing nothing.  Aaahhhh!  Do you suppose slugs really feel this good?

A few days ago I scanned some of my Puerto Rico 2013 sketches into my computer - reminders of those easy days.

There is a round - a - bout on one of the roads going to our villa.  Last year the community placed a water sculpture in the middle.  The soaring silver birds and water are very welcoming!

We took a day trip to Old San Juan.  This is a view (just one of many!) from El Morro Fort.  The fort sits high on a bluff - fantastic views all around.

The big rock with two palms and some red flowers marks the path to the pool where I spent my mornings.  I swam laps and then joined in the informal water aerobics class.

The aerobics 'class' (I use that term loosely) was delightful - always full of laughter and stories. I now have a whole new set of friends (and exercises) and look forward to joining in again next winter!

Well, my daffodils are about to bloom, it's nearly March . . .I can almost smell spring. . .and the sun just peeked through the clouds.  Welcome home . . .

Foolin' the Brits

For the past four years the St Michaels Art League has held a banner competition.  Members of SMAL are encouraged to paint something that represents the theme "Celebrate St Michaels."  The original artwork is presented to the judges and then (hopefully) gets juried in to become a banner.

This year marks the 200th anniversary of the War of 1812 - yes, I know it's 2013, but that war lasted a few years and the battle that our town focuses on happened in 1813. The state of Maryland has planned celebrations lasting into 2013 (they even issued a commemorative license tag for this event). A little history lesson here - there was a battle in Baltimore at Fort McHenry during which Frances Scott Key was aboard one of the British ships and wrote an inspiring poem at dawn when he saw that the American flag was still there.  Sound familiar?  It's a big deal in our state.

Back to the St Michaels story - the British ships were in the harbor and were going to fire their cannons on the town.  The clever townspeople hung lanterns in the trees so the enemy would think that the town was on a hill and that the lanterns were lights in the houses. The cannonballs were fired over the houses (except for one - now known as The Cannonball House, but you probably guessed that) and the town was saved!

Fact or myth? Who cares - we love the story.

So, for this year's banner competition I picked up the St Michaels story theme and found out last night that my banner was juried in!

The artwork will be scanned and all the banners will be hanging on poles on our main street sometime in late April through November. Plan a visit to our village and see them all!

For a look at last years' banner see blog post February 27, 2012.

Lifting makes a difference

There are so many techniques (and tricks) with watercolor! This particular class we were going to be experimenting with 'lifting' - that is, removing color.  We were painting trees (as described in a book we were using) and began with a pink background on very wet paper.

It is so hard for me to just paint without doing a sketch or having a real composition in mind - just put the paint on the paper. . .  Well, I started dropping in color until it seemed I had created three trees. Also, the background went from pink to green and gold and suddenly the trees were reddish-pink!  I thought it looked pretty grim until I added some dark darks. It began to have some promise. So, I let it dry some. Actually, I probably used a hair dryer, I don't remember.

Then it was time - I began lifting some color. Using a brush with clear water and wetting an area where I wanted to lift color, I found shafts of light in this strange forest by the side of a stream. And, there are now ripples in the water reflections.

Ta da! The shafts of light connect the composition and it comes together into a painting - after all!

Amazing! How weird it that?

A new year - out of the comfort zone

After taking some time away from my blog - yes, the holidays and their priorities do come first - it's time to get back to some art.

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I had an opportunity to substitute in the watercolor class again. We were trying new techniques to get us all out of our comfort zones.  You know, when I am told that I do NOT have to come up with a 'pretty picture' - that it's really okay just to 'play' with the paint and paper - it is very freeing.

I started out with wet paper and a limited palette - that is, just a few colors.  I dripped, blew the paint around with a straw, spattered, and threw in some darks. The hardest thing was trying to reserve some whites. Once I got started doing this I just wanted to cover the whole thing.  Well, this is what happened!

The photo is a little unclear, but perhaps you can tell that I did have fun!

Girls in Hats

Thanksgiving of 2009 my daughter, Jody, and her family came to share the holiday with us.  She had asked before they came if Peepa (my husband, George) would do a photo shoot with all four girls so they could get their Christmas card picture ready early.

Well, Peepa set up the backdrop and studio lights and wanted to take some practice shots - just casual poses before the girls got in their Christmas finery for the final shoot.

That morning I had gotten out some wonderful hats that a friend had given me (she knew that little girls like to dress up, so I had hats and gloves ready).  The girls started posing as Peepa practiced with the lighting.  I got out my camera also and snapped away.  It is so difficult to get everyone looking good in the same snapshot!  Fortunately, or unfortunately, my camera was set on video instead of single shots so my first attempt was a low light video.  When I discovered my mistake I took a few more shots and that was that.

Afterward I downloaded my pictures and discovered that the first frame of the video was wonderful - except for the low light. Over the years I have often looked at the picture and fondly recalled the day.

So, this fall I decided I would tackle a painting - the painting - Girls in Hats.  I have been working on it for the past month.  My goal was to have it done by the time Jody and the gang arrived this year for Thanksgiving.  I rediscovered the video and was able to make a composite of several pictures, capturing each child in light and with their own unique expression. Quite a challenge...

They arrived on Wednesday last week and I presented the painting to them. Before they went home we visited a local framer and picked out a mat and frame  - it is their Christmas present.  I can hardly wait to see it all complete.  Now their dilemma is where will they hang it!

Waiting for Fish #2

Last summer when we visited family in Vermont, we again stayed at a camp on Nelson Pond.  It is a lovely spot, right on the lake/pond.  The water is clear and beckons me each day to swim.

One afternoon when the grandchildren came over to be with us, nine year old Kieran decided he wanted to fish. He had found a rod and reel and was anxious to catch something.  We had no bait, but did have some hot dog buns...so we went the 'bread ball' route.  I made the smushed up balls and put them on the hook.  You could see the fish swimming around, finding the bait and nudging the hook.  There was an occasional nibble, but no real bites.  The bread balls would get soggy and fall off - we just fed the fish.

Kieran finally got tired of re-baiting the hook and just let it dangle in the water.  After all, it is fun to toss out the hook and reel it in. Suddenly I heard a shout, "I've got a fish!" And sure enough, there was a little fish dangling from his empty hook!  He was so excited - it turned out that was the first fish he had ever caught - VERY special.

Of course, he wanted to catch some more... I had taken several pictures of his first catch and then continued to take snapshots waiting for fish #2 - which did not happen that day.  But, I did love doing this pastel of him from one of those photos...as he waited and waited and waited. That is, after all, what fishing is all about - waiting with the knowledge that the fish are there and that just maybe...