Tag: Beatty Nevada

  • 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 38, March 25, 2009

    We went back out to Death Valley, to Zabriski Point, today. Jer hiked down to Gower  Gulch and I painted one of the 18 x 24″ boards. The sun was hot, the wind was blowing, but the board stayed put and the painting was well along by the time he returned. The photo was taken…

  • 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 36, March 23, 2009

    I continue to vacation. Sleeping in, napping, acting the tourist. We spent yesterday driving through the eeriest dust storm (in Death Valley and the Amargosa plain) that I’ve ever experienced. At least, I think it was a dust storm. Maybe it was a saline rain. We actually had a few drops of rain on the…

  • 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 27, March 14, 2009

    Spent the day in Death Valley. Jer hiked in Golden Canyon while I painted at the mouth of it — just off the parking lot up the trail a few feet. First things first, though. I realized as we drove to Death Valley through the Beatty cut-off, that what I love about mountains is not…

  • 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…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 24, March 11, 2009

    I painted the big board that I was thinking about yesterday, the one of the landscape that holds the ghost town of Rhyolite and the Goldwell Sculptures. The last one I did was bad, so it got turned face to the wall. This time I knew I had to paint on-site to get the mountains…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 23, March 10, 2009

    It was blessedly warm today. The wind, cold in the AM, was from the north, which meant the south Barn doors could be open to the sun. And then everything, including the wind, warmed up enough that I could take off my coat. I came home early and went downtown to paint the  Exchange Club…