Author: Lorna
11 Aug painting process has changed
Painting has become so much more pleasurable than those days back I tried too hard to get it right. Back then, if I was not enjoying the search, I learned to stop painting and rethink what I was after, and then go right there with...
21 Nov a most violent rain storm
18th July I was in the barn painting yesterday when yet another thunder storm tipped the sky upside down. Rainfall was more like oversized ocean waves hitting my tiny boat, meaning: I felt so small and helpless. All of a sudden a huge, long-lasting flash...
17 Jun sadness and beauty
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16 Apr a most perfect mixture of sadness and beauty
I am doing well because I am painting better; I hardly know what day it is anymore. I always wanted a life like this...
27 Oct drawing out in the landscape
Once a year the Holyoke Mountain Range turns ruby red for a mere three days. The shape of Mt. Norwottuck is very hard to draw for me, but I think I am getting better at it. Tomorrow the mountain range will be grey, since the...
11 Aug How this painting, “Last Green of August,” came to be
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...
01 Aug ‘This is How I Bring You Back’
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...
28 Oct every artist should own a mountain
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...
22 Oct autumn light
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....