The painting began to become interesting when it was moving forward enough that ideas began to freely present themselves. When I am not certain how to move the paint, I look elsewhere on the canvas, trusting that the hand knows. Then I look back and...
at first I was losing all of me to the dramatic down slide; daily hours at the hospital each day will do that. Then I began sliding 2 hours in the studio each day that I was not there. The hours never increased, but at...
Mt. Norwottuck has a very difficult shape where it meets the sky; I have to search for it each time I draw it. Once I get it, the mountain belongs to me. I always end up at the exact same spot, after carrying my easel...
Everyday, (weather permitting), I am out in the landscape searching for what color the time of day, throughout the day, would form the drawing. As the clouds and light through the clouds hit the hayfield and trees yesterday, everything was in motion all the time....
The sun just did not want to set. Just as the bottom of it touched the top pf the ocean, it squealed with delight, lighting up the thick clouds just above to vermillion. God pulled the sun down further into the ocean whether or not...
It is easier for me to draw ocean waves than to get the shape of Mt. Norwottuck, which I have drawn so many hundreds of times that you'd think it would get easier. The mountain sits right up against the...
The long dark shadows of late summer are heavier than the airiness of the going into summer. I went after the light in the trees, on open hay fields, on the mountains, and in the sky. I fall more in love with what oil paint...
file:///Users/lorna/Desktop/cape/Fowler.webarchive http://www.nps.gov/caco/historyculture/residency-programs-dune-shacks-of-the-peaked-hill-bars-historic-district.htm and: http://www.thecompact.org/index.html 28 April 2013 A one-week artists’ C-Scape Grant Award to reside in a shack without electricity or running water, bound by the Atlantic ocean in the Dunes of Provincetown, MA, was offered to me the last week of April 2013. Artists who are not awarded a...
Only once a year does the Holyoke Mountain Range turn that ruby red that I so love to draw. But now I have to accept the turning of the season that flips the mountains back into their burnished siennas and umber-oranges. The winds and rains...
I am painting much better than a few weeks ago when I spent most the time scraping back down to surface at the end of each day. I was trying to paint the lava flow of 100 square miles, 40 feet deep, from Malpais,...