To just add to the last post a little, about “Little Trees”? The little tree on the far left has not made it thru the heat spell. I am so glad I took time to paint the scene before this happened. It never ceases to amaze me how many things I have painted that are no longer in existence. I drew an image of an old ramshackle house and barn one day, in the country. The owner allowed my friend and I to sit on her driveway and we were thankful for the opportunity. It is no longer there. I treasure some of these images and will always wonder if my desire to record those six little trees in a row, first, was a whim. I really don’t think so.
I revisited my friends’ property to attempt a plein air painting since we finally have a couple mid 80 degree days, here. I sat under some huge pines to view and paint this scene. The painting, above, was what I ended up with in four hours of seeing and recording. I’m SLOW, Stephen, 🙂 . The dark strip in the lower middle is their pond. I can see I’m going to have to come up with some kind of painter’s lie in rendering this pond. It is gorgeous, however, and I’d like to capture the essence of it eventually. It is dark and mysterious and reflects glints of things surrounding it. It looks like glass, most of the time, and like you could fall forever into it. There was a light breeze and I could hear a hawk and the whispers of the pines I was sitting under.
I jotted down notes as to how I wanted to finish the painting . The light streak on the other side of the pond is a walkway around it. The owners took me for a ride in their golf cart around the pond so I could see from all sides of the property. What a wonderful view of Indiana.
Oh. I have taken photographs. It never ceases to amaze me that what I see, while painting outdoors, is so DIFFERENT than what I see in the photograph. Those of you who paint plein air know this to be true. The curve of a shore line, the color of the trees, the shape of a reflection. I am not saying one is better than the other. In fact, I think it only strengthens the view that a photographer has to be a phenomenal artist, also. I visit Kate, “Y” , Kirsty, and Laurie on a regular basis. I like to see what they see. Oh! …and Carol just introduced me to Jimmyboi2 whose recent trip up the east coast is full of photos of architecture.
I just ran across a beautiful poem about a pond at Adam’s poetry blog here.