There aren't a lot of barns left in Carmel, Indiana. A small barn still standing is off of River Road near Prairie Trace Elementary; however, a subdivision is going up across the street so I'm sure it's days are numbered.
Guilty as charged - I've been painting and not posting. Here's another painting completed within the last month. Had trouble with the name though. Naming isn't my favorite part of painting! Then I looked down at my 'to do' list and saw I'd written down the name of a particularly enjoyable song while painting - 'Disco Inferno' by The Trammps, 1978, and thus the name.
I was planning to practice plein air painting a couple of weekends ago and Saturday was just the most gorgeous day. First thing in the morning I saw a gorgeous light streaming through the trees in front of the house and then another beautiful scene of reflections on the water. Well, I sat down and enjoyed my cafe au lait and read the newspaper - great morning. I missed the painting opportunities though! So, I thought, no problem, I'll catch them tomorrow morning . . . and it rained. Obviously I've a lot to learn about plein air painting. So, I painted the above from photo references painting fast and trying to approximate at least the time constraints of plein air.
Playing with my palette in this painting using warmer blues. Painted this last month working from the hundreds of great photos from our trip to Brown County last fall.
Forgot to post this one and it deserves to be seen. Painted this 'Dreama' style back in February using transparent oil paints but maintaining my warm palette.
Last Thursday I went to a demo by portrait artist Clayton Beck - it was an incredible demonstration . . . and quite inspiring. On Friday I painted this portrait of my great-aunt Ady from a photo taken on her 90th birthday. My grandma, Mimi, will be in the painting as well but I'm still working her portrait. Two of the most amazing ladies - wish they were still with us!
Another day, another hike and another desert painting! This time using a different canvas and underpainting. This painting is on a Raymar panel with an orange underpainting. The result is much different from the smooth, white gessobord. Colors and brush strokes both are more muted.
Dove Mountain in Marana, Arizona has a beautiful, natural desert walking trail on each side of the boulevard. A hike on this trail takes you mentally miles away - breathe deep and enjoy!
Just finished 'Night Brigade". Summer fireworks at the lake are set off from barges in the water just off shore. Makes a spectacular show in the air and on the water.
Peering into the water on a calm day is so rewarding. The reflections from the sky and trees compete with the clear water and the aquatic plants below for my attention. The leaf won.
Early October at Lake Tippecanoe was so quiet and peaceful. No boaters, no skiers, no jet skis . . . just quiet. We finished up chores to prepare the cottage for winter. Bob fished a bit and I read a good book. Good days.
This painting was inspired by one of the photographs I took while hiking around Brown County State Park. I always take liberties with the colors but I also added the water since the creek bed was dry and full of leaves.
A few weeks ago Bob and I spent the weekend in Brown County, Indiana during what was possibly the peak for gorgeous fall colors. Really, I was surprised by the rich, vibrant colors after the terrible drought this summer but nature worked its magic anyway.
Normally, I don't sketch out my paintings in advance but rather pull the design together on the canvas. Here, on this long, wide canvas, I wanted to create a design to bring the viewer into the painting, capture their attention and drop them onto the leaves to bounce along back to the left where the eye is swept up and floated back into the flowers for another go around.
Fresh sunflowers have been harder to find this fall. Apparently, they bloomed early this year as a result of our extremely hot, dry summer. These lovelies, however, were troopers and made their way to the studio!
Painting still lifes with Pam Newell. These plums looked so yummy but some were unexpectedly squishy and probably would have rotted by the next day . . . if not eaten.
My first car was a 1964 Dodge Dart. It was also a first car for each of my sisters. At the time we didn't think it was such a 'cool' car but now I would be proud to drive it; especially with history rewritten in cherry red!