Category: Plein air paintings

  • Petrified Forest Residency: Day 1, September 26, 2010

    The terror I felt last night was mostly for naught – perhaps just a way of ensuring that I don’t get too uppity. However, the entrance to the Park was as intimidating this morning as it was last evening – or perhaps more so in the blank light of day, with the inevitable commercial nonsense…

  • It Was A Dark and Stormy Day: Day 28, Nov 28, 2009

    Well, it wasn’t exactly dark — just amazingly, wondrously, hideously, wildly stormy. I’d add more adjectives, but Jer won’t let me. It was also teeth chattering cold, but I couldn’t resist having the big barn doors open to watch the sky and desert as the storms came and went. I was at the Barn at…

  • No Desert: Day 25, Nov 25, 2009

    No desert painting today. I stayed in Beatty, fooled around  at the House this morning, and painted in town this afternoon. I haven’t any photos of the paintings, but I must report that it was something like 70 degrees and (what else) sunny, today. Even the wind cooperated (which means the sun and wind allowed…

  • Nada: Day 18, Nov 18, 2009

    I took the day off. Spent all morning futzing around on the computer, answering emails, cleaning up files, labeling images. And the afternoon, after the furnace guy left telling us not to burn the house down (and not fixing the furnace neither), I went off to the town library, a hexagonally shaped creature, and painted…

  • Raising the levels: Day 16, Nov.16, 2009

    It’s no wonder painters are thought to be a bit mad. This is an up-and-down business. Last night, after looking at the masonite panel photos on the web, I went into despair. I had done them under a window on a white table. They were without glare, but definitely garish. I woke up thinking dark…

  • Diary of a Residency, days 41 & 42, March 29, 2009. The End

    The final day at the Goldwell Open Air Museum’s Workspace Artist in residency: From this: To this: And this: And this: And this: I took almost no photos the last two days; during exhibits I always think I will take lots and then, as I’m talking and greeting and hugging, I forget. I even forgot…

  • Diary of a residency, Day 37, March 24, 2009

    I got back to painting today. And it went well. It was a bit chilly and windy this morning, but when the time to paint comes, it comes. And sometimes it isn’t as bad as one imagines. I went off with my now-ratty painting coat and gloves, heading for the Beatty Cut-off road to Death…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 33, March 20, 2009

    Ahhhhhhh. It was a grand day at the Red Barn. I was reluctant to start. I knew I didn’t know how to fix the big paintings and I had no little ones to procrastinate on. And there was at least one other painting sitting around which was turned to the wall immediately as I walked…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 31, March 18, 2009

    It’s good to hear from the few people who are reading this Journal. When I’m writing it, I sometimes get stopped, trying to decide who is my audience. I never definitively decided, but you’ve decided it for me. So I’ll watch my language and try to be a lady. Hi guys, good to hear from…

  • Diary of a Residency, day 26, March 13, 2009

    Friday the 13th. A nice easy slow day. After the exhaustion of Death Valley yesterday, I decided today not to attempt to deal with the wind and sun and carting the materials and setting up in the midst of sand fleas and kibitzers: I stayed inside the Red Barn, with the big doors wide open…