The winter painting kit is much smaller and easier to carry than the warmer weather “haul the whole studio if you can fit it all in the back of a Mini with the back seats down” effort. At the top is a water cartridge paintbrush and Pitt indelible marker. I usually pick one paint kit - the smaller Altoids box of gouache primaries or the watercolor kit with more colors. The cut-off sock cuff slips onto the paint container and fastens down with the rubber band. On site, I pull the sock onto the wrist to serve as a “paint rag.” Completing the winter kit a 3.5x8.25” Handbook. An even more compact choice is a 4.25x3” Pentalic Travelers book, or for real winter luxury, a Handbook 7x10.25.” Everything fits in the secret phone compartment everyone has in a coat or a hip pocket. Add a headband to warm the ears, fingerless foldaway mittens and you’re all set.
Sketching at Crystal Springs.
Sketching with friends Katherine van Schoonhoven and Suzanne Scheidel George on Hawthorne yesterday. The weather cooperated for a few minutes and we had a great time. Happy in the company and being outside.
At Crystal Springs a while ago.
Crisp air. Golden sun. Birds on the water. Sketchbook. Perfect.
There’s a song from one of my favorite movies with the lyrics, “Gotta get up, gotta get out.” That’s how I felt this morning. I’ve not been anywhere to sketch in far too long and made my escape to the wilds of Oregon City. I’ve neglected to replenish the sketch pack so the pen was dried out and the water reservoir in the brush refused to cooperate. This drawing is a combined watercolor, gouache, pen and watercolor pencil effort ~ a mixed bag of whatever was functional. Doesn’t look much like the actual buildings although the energy of the place is evident. The disquiet of an unstable perch didn’t contribute to focused observation.
I fell off the blogging wagon in the past few weeks. It didn’t hurt.
I lay there, quite contentedly star gazing and moon walking.
Returned to the one foot ahead of the other concept today.
Spent yesterday evening in Cannon Beach sketching. Not generally one to complain about the weather however, it was cranky cloudy and cold. By the time I got around to the rooflines I could barely hold the pen. Watermedia and pen on previously tinted page. The ground color is a grey red and blue grey wash that worked well with the local environmental colors.
Watercolor, Pitt pen and gouache sketch from a trip to the garden a couple of days ago. Thank you to Jacqueline Newbold for the ideas on how to prep a sketchbook. I find a light wash allowed to dry before the plein air session helps me get over myself and the ego need for “perfection” with a jump right in, damn the torpedos, energy.
Here’s a partially completed page with a wash of watercolor, divided by artist’s tape, in preparation for a field trip. The goose was from life and the fall scene from memories of a recent trip home to Alaska.
Or perhaps not, depending on your point of view. Although there’s plenty to be said for the life giving vitality of the city, if I had to pick, I’d take the quiet by a river with coyotes and deer wandering through any day. A weekend of slowing down enough to see. The freedom of sketching is in taking the subject the way it comes and not having a perfect rendering when I decide to stop. The drawing is good enough the way it is.
Great day of drawing in the chilly sunshine. The tree looks like a haughty turn of the twentieth century old lady with a wasp waste and lavishly feathered hat. I think if the sun’s going to shine the light should come with an automatic seventy degrees attached, however, as they say - we’ll take what we can get.