Tag: Beatty Nevada

  • The Masonite Studies: Day 15, Nov 15, 2009

    from Mary Shelley’s comments in Part II of her Rambles in Germany and Italy: Were I exiled, perforce, I might repine, for the heart naturally yearns for home. But to adorn that home with recollections, to fly abroad from the hive, like a bee, and return laden with the sweets of travel-scene, which haunt the…

  • Desert Tour and the Long Slope: Day 14, Nov 14, 2009

    At 1 PM today, three hours before Jer was scheduled to pick me up, I decided I had chosen the wrong vocation. I would make a much better house painter than fine arts oil painter wannabee. I started the day OK. I hung the little masonite panels, which aren’t finished but which needed to be…

  • Rest and Recreation, Day 10, Nov. 10, 2009

    I took the day off. Completely off. Didn’t go to the Red Barn. Didn’t approach Rhyolite. Didn’t go up the Beatty Cut-off. Nope. Stayed home. Went for a Tuesday Drive with Jer. Took a nap. Drank a bit of wine. Got rested. I got up feeling tired and was then seriously put out to discover…

  • Pigments, Placements and Papa Cezanne, Day 8, Nov. 8, 2009

    Last evening in a comment on Art and Perception, Birgit spoke about “pure” and “mixed” oil pigments. I was shocked! I know about “pure” dye powders and mixtures, and although when I was dyeing fabric I sometimes succumbed to the temptations of the mixtures, I was well aware that I was doing so. The problem…

  • Visitors: Day 7, Nov. 7, 2009

    More visitors today, all welcome. First I went for a long walk north of the Barn, delighting in the scenery, the foliage, the rocks, and the human artifacts. Then, after returning, and working a bit,  John Donahoe and his grayhound (whose name I keep forgetting) showed up for more advice about painting his screen door…

  • With a Little Help from my Friends: Day 6, Nov. 6,2009

    What a pleasure it is to return to a place where people know you and your habits and your needs. Suzie and Riley McCoy, caretakers at the Museum a half mile up the road, dropped by to check on me and to see if I had the other end of their walkie-talkie. Until we find…

  • Every Long Journey (and Big Canvas)

    begins with a first step: That white line on the set of canvases? It’s the “horizon” — of the basin, not of the ranges that bound it NW and SE, nor of the far distant ones that seem to bound the far southern end of the Amargosa. But sorting out the boundary of the basin…

  • Take Brush, Put to Canvas: Day 4, Nov. 4, 2009

    I went altogether too long without painting. Sketching doesn’t substitute. Thinking isn’t adequate. Looking at scenery only makes one’s fingers twitch. So today I painted. Not well, not finished, but I got that brush in hand: First I did an acrylic-painted sketch on some sketching paper I taped together (Note to self — there is…

  • Orientation: Day 1, Nov.1, 2009

    Yi-Fu Tuan, in Space and Place: The Perspective of Experience says: It is not possible to look at a scene in general; our eyes keep searching for points of rest. p. 161 If time is conceived of as flow or movement, the place is pause. p 198 Distance is a meaningless spatial concept apart from…

  • October 31, 2009: The Journey Continues

    We’re back in Beatty, back at the Red Barn Studio, Back at the head of the Amargosa Valley/desert/plain/playa, back where the land dwarfs the mind and the lungs expand with with the expansive space. It’s all here, just waiting for me. Unoriented Space. Reporting from the Atomic Inn, Beatty Nevada, Halloween Eve and the weekend…