Yesterday, I took a class from Joan Hoffman at the Point Reyes National Seashore (in one of their stunning old ranch house).
The class was about “color notes”: I learned that “color notes” are dots or blobs of colors. In other words, one applies the paint in short strokes which are not blended. (a bit like pointillism, but larger). The idea is to put colors next to each others and on top of each other, rather than blending. I LOVED it. Such fun it was. (I could see doing this with blasting music!! ) :)
Most ladies in the class were quite experienced and all very nice. I found our teacher to be very informative, joyful and positive. I will sure look for another class with her.
When we started, most of the hills were in fog and it was quite cold. All of us started to paint with cool colors… But of course, by noon, the sun had come out and although we remained in the same place, we were facing a new landscape. Good thing Joan made us do two paintings. She wanted us to paint fast, but I suspect she new the light would change drastically.
What better day than one spent outdoor and painting… I was in heaven!
For over a year now, our art teacher has brought in models who were beautiful young girls. I have suggested several times an older model or a model with signs of life on his/her face. But no, each time, here is another beautiful young woman… I longed for wrinkles… !! :)
So I found a picture on-line and went at it. Not easy, wrinkles… I find the face so interesting.
For the first time, I used a black canvas, which was tons of fun. Except for the background.. Doing the background last is not a good idea. I think this yellow is still too strong, I will lighten it a bit…
“We live in a world of numbers.” said my sister Catherine… just when I was wondering what to do with the empty space in the left! :)
It made me think: the “word” does not seem to be as respected and cherished: truncated, abbreviated or fallen out of use all together. On the other hand, numbers are what drives computers, phones, stock market.. We are in a world of mathematics…
Which, of course, makes the “word” that more beautiful.
Speaking of words, the model’s first name is “Heavenly”. Should I title this painting “Heavenly in a world of numbers” ??
” Longing in a face… Calm, waiting…slow motion
I paint melancholy, resignation..
I paint, circling the nose, brushing a lip
The ear needs to tilt more…
I move parts, lifting a nose, straightening an eye brow.. until all harmonizes and tells a story.
Deep red of a contained passion.
I paint a story. “
Paintings definitively take personalities of their own… this one took on a hispanic feel little by little… :)
Is it the red?? Is it the holding of the head??
18X18 or 46X46
This one was done on masonite, which was first very absorbent, then very slippery. I loved the challenge. I was not finished, wanting to work on the background, but then came Christmas and all… well I never finished it.
This week our class started again, so, finding this painting boring, I painted over it…
8 X 10
I feel that since the earthquake, I have spent a lot of time indoors. Today, I joined a group of Plain Air Painters in a little town on the way to the coast.
Three of us set-up our easels under a large buckeye tree. It was pleasantly warm.
Char and I painted the church and Carol focused on the hillside. Char’s help with advises was very welcomed as I struggled with the small size of the canvas. Carol made me smile with her wonderful spirit.
All in all, it was a fantastic day.
I saw this workshop offered thru one of our parks: Sketching Morgan horses. The teacher is an older gentleman volunteer, who takes care of these old old Morgan horses left at the park. An artist himself, he teaches once a year, a class on sketching horses.
He had the look of a cowboy!!
I had never sketched horses (oh my what a challenge), and we were outside, so this was quite fun. It does show me the obvious: I need to draw daily…
Oil 10 x 10
My little place got hit pretty hard by the earthquake of August 24th. I felt my place was in a tree-top and all got tossed around…
It has taken me quite a while (working all day) to pick things up and re-arrange things so that next time the earth shakes, whatever falls will not prevent me from getting to and opening doors…
I am finally now starting to paint again.
Back in the portrait painting class. We had a wonderful model last week. I am not finished yet. Doesn’t the first draft looks like one of the Beatles?? :)
Oil 30 X 30
Learning all kinds of things. Still the most challenging thing for me with oils compared to watercolor is the mixing of colors. I had never realized how much my mixing was so intuitive and playing until I got a color I liked. With oils, you cannot just swish your brush in water and start again… I have to think ahead!!! :)
Now in our “Portrait painting with oils” class, we paint from real life models. There are a lot of students, and sometimes one cannot get close enough for great details..
Last portrait painting was a long struggle. This one went very fast, but does not look at all like the model. I do like it and went with it. We’ll have the same model again this week, so I will try to do a better job.
The word “intent” came to me… but I wonder if it shouldn’t have been “intense” ! :)
Back to class. Portraiture in oils. This time we have real models.
This model had the fairest skin I had ever seen, and hair so blond it was almost white. Beautiful, but I struggled a lot to find the right shade and not have her look anemic! I can see some little changes I need to make (funny how taking a picture make you see weaknesses)
She also had a very round face, which I loved and wanted to capture.
I am having so much fun!!!
Eyes, Your eyes, My eyes, All eyes
We think our eyes are for looking out
I think eyes are for looking in.
Looking out, looking in,
Wide-opened, Mostly shut,
Curious about the world,
Protective about ourselves,
Twinkles, tears, winks,
Blue, brown, green,
Eyes are looking…
Eyes are looked-in…
I took a course with Carol Lorraine last night: we created our own divination cards using collages. Such fun.
The minute I saw the picture of the hawk, I knew what I wanted to do, and what it meant: something about the ability to see, see in the dark, see clearly, see between the worlds…
But I put the second one together without any idea of its meaning. I still don’t know… Oh well…