tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66734905869816065172024-03-19T12:42:59.646-07:00Gascon d'ArtagnanMitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-88484581566553390512023-12-31T12:46:00.000-08:002023-12-31T12:46:23.355-08:00End of the Year<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikC_b61WzTW8X72B7WRqqchRtGH82UJwOk6iB_QjAimWelsgIxGTgzpzKXV4gsanBfU0802vg1oFcZbPLMQ08dFDvblWhwna0KjrjbSMzupu7WnWSPq5lsMzo_1ewynqWNi3q2YU2uHx9uJPer8dN5gtXqTmpbL8Y3MARy9lehdXnrgVvygnUsxzS7KESJ/s2749/51656F32-13BE-4569-A8FE-499DFA255A70.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2195" data-original-width="2749" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikC_b61WzTW8X72B7WRqqchRtGH82UJwOk6iB_QjAimWelsgIxGTgzpzKXV4gsanBfU0802vg1oFcZbPLMQ08dFDvblWhwna0KjrjbSMzupu7WnWSPq5lsMzo_1ewynqWNi3q2YU2uHx9uJPer8dN5gtXqTmpbL8Y3MARy9lehdXnrgVvygnUsxzS7KESJ/w640-h512/51656F32-13BE-4569-A8FE-499DFA255A70.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Road to Elsie 16x20 oil on canvas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This was not a year for getting a lot of painting done. Too much time was needed for remodeling projects and travel and malingering. But there is always the new year coming for renewed ambition and hope.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUfOUt3FbYAep56HHPQXPz1_zePeiSssgv62liiFXiA-lfsROunomRyp2xQCqMuD3UGeY2siUt-3SKDDGGQKPPonA17ui7cAm-r4YEmHs2dS_5wNlP_ituH2BAVPa38eYLanMJQ1XsLKrGuhXtIOJOa00GYntmX-t01cz_pjMM9ZH4NgoijEETZSpVhQq/s2743/5E295C53-9A3E-497C-81BA-92A32F53BBAE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2130" data-original-width="2743" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUfOUt3FbYAep56HHPQXPz1_zePeiSssgv62liiFXiA-lfsROunomRyp2xQCqMuD3UGeY2siUt-3SKDDGGQKPPonA17ui7cAm-r4YEmHs2dS_5wNlP_ituH2BAVPa38eYLanMJQ1XsLKrGuhXtIOJOa00GYntmX-t01cz_pjMM9ZH4NgoijEETZSpVhQq/w640-h496/5E295C53-9A3E-497C-81BA-92A32F53BBAE.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Backroads Iowa 16x20 oil on canvas</p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-45603513833705427732023-04-04T12:02:00.001-07:002023-04-04T12:02:19.197-07:00On Beaver Pond<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6GqyptK-QLse0HwQH_OwaGx2QDaVxaKygr7FRuteO9UWRO_OoKk3awwW_fBZ9rBGf17ebw2k5N0MaHYky3z52Ox9_Fc8MdEDQWMSOfNct6xVHM0Y5wue876KempQqTjvR9IFpLHso_cIhWSli0Oyy6dWhnFOmJlM1b_yBOI7zuaQs9nrIvio7Y7J8w/s2640/0A2CC068-BF7F-4454-8F0D-6A402F4DA544.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2084" data-original-width="2640" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6GqyptK-QLse0HwQH_OwaGx2QDaVxaKygr7FRuteO9UWRO_OoKk3awwW_fBZ9rBGf17ebw2k5N0MaHYky3z52Ox9_Fc8MdEDQWMSOfNct6xVHM0Y5wue876KempQqTjvR9IFpLHso_cIhWSli0Oyy6dWhnFOmJlM1b_yBOI7zuaQs9nrIvio7Y7J8w/w640-h506/0A2CC068-BF7F-4454-8F0D-6A402F4DA544.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have lately focused on the waters of ponds and wetlands, the lush color in the landscape of the bog, winter fading, spring not yet glorious. It is a time of anticipation.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7l6hJxuptsZYGchYDtaijHnD1b1stJbUGhDRdPfhj86-LJ6ZobSu-aFhR4b7Z_-THhPGLxu4m-fGTWCLEnpaPgjSCeD7SCB6p32UnJFJuGDhwHNUMtj-CmNkhzXyb9hJwIiESvSkQYqHORORrcG8OcDPrAXqHZTjsGOsol3P0W9OEzHJe-uXwtOuwcg/s2780/B256C260-1891-4CB6-AE0D-BE1AAC13DA03.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2065" data-original-width="2780" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7l6hJxuptsZYGchYDtaijHnD1b1stJbUGhDRdPfhj86-LJ6ZobSu-aFhR4b7Z_-THhPGLxu4m-fGTWCLEnpaPgjSCeD7SCB6p32UnJFJuGDhwHNUMtj-CmNkhzXyb9hJwIiESvSkQYqHORORrcG8OcDPrAXqHZTjsGOsol3P0W9OEzHJe-uXwtOuwcg/w640-h476/B256C260-1891-4CB6-AE0D-BE1AAC13DA03.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-85312519322146045642023-03-06T12:21:00.003-08:002023-03-07T14:34:47.018-08:00Falls Series<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMX8V3YuFDPmRmzXsorB6RmJeh_vnatsTa7Mp8v5f7lflCoVvnH3rrCKVuGXvp1k4HSeldEZsBNdoMnOPimOQbsQAnGSkMlTumcYWuD25LuLv1IHUWuwKTkveDDzWo78LlE0nrvsALBNTN60TBjZ0DFiZkGBdWQJOf7URXHib3bATK8_x74c1qzRKRXA/s2681/5594E091-0930-43BF-A72C-D34C61E3ABA7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2117" data-original-width="2681" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMX8V3YuFDPmRmzXsorB6RmJeh_vnatsTa7Mp8v5f7lflCoVvnH3rrCKVuGXvp1k4HSeldEZsBNdoMnOPimOQbsQAnGSkMlTumcYWuD25LuLv1IHUWuwKTkveDDzWo78LlE0nrvsALBNTN60TBjZ0DFiZkGBdWQJOf7URXHib3bATK8_x74c1qzRKRXA/w640-h506/5594E091-0930-43BF-A72C-D34C61E3ABA7.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Steelhead Falls Two</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">16x20 oil on board</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I find myself enthralled with this part of the river, the rock bluffs and vegetation that is different from my own locale. And especially the water - I need to return to this spot and jump in to fully engage with it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are a couple progress shots:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLpcvrPzj7w74Pq9-yW9DNRVnN5iZiVETo4CvcWHeR5z56rNTILf6gjz6XcOhc8ihc8YeLHj2T4veh5NmIDlXWUECS4IqV_CvGk8_wQmU6ibb2yCHXi8PO77_8DLKn2wEIKBXmnpftDESzY9LX0SrJuur8UPQT3PQ-ZFmov9jNiz3pXFUeHBf1RlF8w/s640/D1EB8F41-71E0-4FA0-823C-E00F66934A9C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="640" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLpcvrPzj7w74Pq9-yW9DNRVnN5iZiVETo4CvcWHeR5z56rNTILf6gjz6XcOhc8ihc8YeLHj2T4veh5NmIDlXWUECS4IqV_CvGk8_wQmU6ibb2yCHXi8PO77_8DLKn2wEIKBXmnpftDESzY9LX0SrJuur8UPQT3PQ-ZFmov9jNiz3pXFUeHBf1RlF8w/s320/D1EB8F41-71E0-4FA0-823C-E00F66934A9C.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Wsdmhr0xp8iKju2ieyNkUnDWhwgEoIx1RYnFwuhJV21eR8Wb8pxClFY5udGSY47EJUhho41yuZOPgH99pgYlzTWn_N5BEbDAXIRGn0XLUM-Tc_DEBNkC4AnO-84kV22QwOxDAyr6BC5kYUpMbWPa5KNwyq82tZXSDeEhVEjOBy08zLg4ILNM2gJi7Q/s640/69FF8D93-3183-4155-9733-F89DAECA892E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="640" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Wsdmhr0xp8iKju2ieyNkUnDWhwgEoIx1RYnFwuhJV21eR8Wb8pxClFY5udGSY47EJUhho41yuZOPgH99pgYlzTWn_N5BEbDAXIRGn0XLUM-Tc_DEBNkC4AnO-84kV22QwOxDAyr6BC5kYUpMbWPa5KNwyq82tZXSDeEhVEjOBy08zLg4ILNM2gJi7Q/s320/69FF8D93-3183-4155-9733-F89DAECA892E.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-74322275157305721192023-02-21T14:30:00.003-08:002023-02-21T14:30:37.313-08:00Steelhead Falls, Deschutes River<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cQ_ADBIcyv4hsdTX9xnuj-RqDEmmmjuz0td24H3EtFQVR88BppVQ8wac7_kiUtIpP4OdkypjaNIXGx-dm5RcEDVGq3QIt_7wMprsW99izSU7pNKQsTtAM6ucJqh1gGV8znVRQRk8S50kbYdgO94lX0X6vDuR1eGCBhvvZmuVQPZrJhnO1p-2nZKzTg/s2811/24EEC2BB-BFFE-4EDC-BD02-4BFA28861378.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2252" data-original-width="2811" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cQ_ADBIcyv4hsdTX9xnuj-RqDEmmmjuz0td24H3EtFQVR88BppVQ8wac7_kiUtIpP4OdkypjaNIXGx-dm5RcEDVGq3QIt_7wMprsW99izSU7pNKQsTtAM6ucJqh1gGV8znVRQRk8S50kbYdgO94lX0X6vDuR1eGCBhvvZmuVQPZrJhnO1p-2nZKzTg/w640-h512/24EEC2BB-BFFE-4EDC-BD02-4BFA28861378.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Steelhead Falls, 16x20 oil on canvas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm relieved to discover that even when I don't paint much for long periods, when Life interferes and business makes demands, at least when I do pick up the brushes again I am sometimes able to execute my intention. There is still a lot to learn, but sometimes a rough stab at things is good enough.</div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-2176212179903076112022-10-01T17:04:00.000-07:002022-10-01T17:04:20.104-07:00Going Larger<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn9igwMwJm-8RmRFQ5kpwQoTvmkWw7k-mxn7iNbO2TycWwLYtvSVRM3_Wr1UoAUzq_FDY8wDLBFnQj2FNJp5vwgncn9Cgd58Wfg7pzBIiqRA2OtCjpCtKo9XqeXNU9N_TsqpGibU5EWqIdedIx9W_SPTKXZ5gqpLR1MIH1svIWOWX_uv-OUFUIdzYrg/s2671/0EE6AA57-6781-45B9-B417-DA1C450E964D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2091" data-original-width="2671" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn9igwMwJm-8RmRFQ5kpwQoTvmkWw7k-mxn7iNbO2TycWwLYtvSVRM3_Wr1UoAUzq_FDY8wDLBFnQj2FNJp5vwgncn9Cgd58Wfg7pzBIiqRA2OtCjpCtKo9XqeXNU9N_TsqpGibU5EWqIdedIx9W_SPTKXZ5gqpLR1MIH1svIWOWX_uv-OUFUIdzYrg/w640-h502/0EE6AA57-6781-45B9-B417-DA1C450E964D.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bryant Wood Alley 24"x30" oil on canvas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Occasionally I will like a small painting enough to want to try a larger version of it, and I was pleased with the light/shadow effect of a recent sketch and decided to go large with it. I can't say that I prefer one of the other: the scale and detail definitely make this one seem more like a "finished" painting, but there is also something in the energy and looseness of the original exploration that adds value to it that can't be translated when it is blown up. A friend recently wondered if I used a graph or measuring device of some sort to transfer an image from one place to another, but in reality, I just start in with the paint, loosened with mineral spirits, and sketch in the darks first. It's easy enough to wipe out errors and move things around at that stage. Oddly, I can return to the exact scene that inspired me initially and I can never see it in the same way again; the emotions sparked by a scene are so dependent on the lighting, the weather, the time of day, and they constantly change. Other areas in this park caught my attention this morning when I returned there, but this spot I couldn't even locate with exactitude. It was a little bewildering.</div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-88994973955161811312022-09-21T10:36:00.004-07:002022-09-21T10:36:57.134-07:00The Painting Goes On<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHo1e5XUC640OuVSO2YsthI-cg2XbwPsBFKHYkey7fg1T6Y6sDBQvfKhoQjs_kU26DtrzxBiOUjgJL8glh_MAOqLOt8dGGtMeVInTBnTOrKSBMBQ3GALHbaXffRVb_CpoUc9Gh7ADx1ztaJPI7QjNEwhLUb2CAzB_jDVvrhD6zI-RiJFw18YSRwNKaOw/s1349/2B24F45A-789C-45AF-BA3F-9949499CFF3E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1034" data-original-width="1349" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHo1e5XUC640OuVSO2YsthI-cg2XbwPsBFKHYkey7fg1T6Y6sDBQvfKhoQjs_kU26DtrzxBiOUjgJL8glh_MAOqLOt8dGGtMeVInTBnTOrKSBMBQ3GALHbaXffRVb_CpoUc9Gh7ADx1ztaJPI7QjNEwhLUb2CAzB_jDVvrhD6zI-RiJFw18YSRwNKaOw/w640-h490/2B24F45A-789C-45AF-BA3F-9949499CFF3E.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bryant Woods Dogwalk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">For those of you who might wonder where I have gone, or why I stopped posting (I tend to post a painting on Instagram, where my images are tossed into the pile with all the other paintings out there), here are some recent examples of smaller paintings I have done this year. I paint now with less regularity, though I do find that when I pick up the brush I have more confidence than in the earlier years (thank god all that effort wasn't for nothing!) and I do tend to see small advances in certain aspects. Edges and brushwork continue to be my weakness, but I focus more on value and color temperature, trying to get the "feeling" of the scene more quickly. Sometimes it seems like that is enough to have the effect I intend.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPBzzVjTmo7kB2I6XBdo4OysZgwJmXX44pAsYFvG4ouGtCf1ENxrjm-PZZ108qHdsAInIo7XAHq8q_G0in8g1YBj4tG20BTxo0JDbFDkDvonDfzfXk2NxA-PMOe9erZDVlS8iYGEnLEp7VzMBvsWZVOFCPDXJwhWFwh2f0CSPXrR6M6EFqYtmPS6_Dw/s1316/D5656216-D7AF-4DF4-98DE-E7130273D441.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1039" data-original-width="1316" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPBzzVjTmo7kB2I6XBdo4OysZgwJmXX44pAsYFvG4ouGtCf1ENxrjm-PZZ108qHdsAInIo7XAHq8q_G0in8g1YBj4tG20BTxo0JDbFDkDvonDfzfXk2NxA-PMOe9erZDVlS8iYGEnLEp7VzMBvsWZVOFCPDXJwhWFwh2f0CSPXrR6M6EFqYtmPS6_Dw/w640-h506/D5656216-D7AF-4DF4-98DE-E7130273D441.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">West Fork Wallowa River</div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiO4mvBXVvzf3hYEN2lgOaz0p1WF_UX0rlDnModAAnzMl4vawOu5p-QAXFM0k4DJ-vsmTCdmZDStvwPaV25-CJN7GolxLHzfLJ6Ffmu9zXXHy3ScXG8u4SbgFPydPEQ5Oe23SNrz1-MO1kmiq1xXYfU350Sxy2Oh02CrLIaBtdQ9vf3Qs8dQdsrbk8w/s1340/3939ABD0-3B5E-42EB-A3C8-0681662F9624.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1052" data-original-width="1340" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiO4mvBXVvzf3hYEN2lgOaz0p1WF_UX0rlDnModAAnzMl4vawOu5p-QAXFM0k4DJ-vsmTCdmZDStvwPaV25-CJN7GolxLHzfLJ6Ffmu9zXXHy3ScXG8u4SbgFPydPEQ5Oe23SNrz1-MO1kmiq1xXYfU350Sxy2Oh02CrLIaBtdQ9vf3Qs8dQdsrbk8w/w640-h502/3939ABD0-3B5E-42EB-A3C8-0681662F9624.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Steelhead Falls, Deschutes River</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIxP2-Q5LdhFBTrEVGLBLiUJx-ttesvG0E6eoy-_Y_ORKaADEE8uO3v4tVag5jpLxcnwV5dRcjh2wi7sbdUQ4AEsazUgRJYZ-pr3xVB5oNBQ_m6AuJ8AAYDPOhKYd-r5NHBx_ejXpe3Quha2YBuipO12vbw2-ulZk-ryrvuoD09NePePGhptBMDwrbg/s1370/5BEC329D-4C01-4889-8156-6CCB5CDA51C8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="1370" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIxP2-Q5LdhFBTrEVGLBLiUJx-ttesvG0E6eoy-_Y_ORKaADEE8uO3v4tVag5jpLxcnwV5dRcjh2wi7sbdUQ4AEsazUgRJYZ-pr3xVB5oNBQ_m6AuJ8AAYDPOhKYd-r5NHBx_ejXpe3Quha2YBuipO12vbw2-ulZk-ryrvuoD09NePePGhptBMDwrbg/w640-h515/5BEC329D-4C01-4889-8156-6CCB5CDA51C8.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Along the Willamette</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8fnJ3MFjNIii3zB4zdr9p8fA1IHuh9Sp-SEEU5LpSMnZVvTMdLJf-qQWlj3h_uObIB6JcURSA8iZJwFmdWON9oUCCjQu3rZVOF20JTvZB-pGbrBYXL52kG_2z1an794Clhq71jXKTIGi0c1Yiinau35rLjDz13c2rJQOwCy3MKSIGRM-wmEMgK4KQQ/s1329/2DCCA380-6839-420D-92A4-21490265690A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1329" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8fnJ3MFjNIii3zB4zdr9p8fA1IHuh9Sp-SEEU5LpSMnZVvTMdLJf-qQWlj3h_uObIB6JcURSA8iZJwFmdWON9oUCCjQu3rZVOF20JTvZB-pGbrBYXL52kG_2z1an794Clhq71jXKTIGi0c1Yiinau35rLjDz13c2rJQOwCy3MKSIGRM-wmEMgK4KQQ/w640-h500/2DCCA380-6839-420D-92A4-21490265690A.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Luscher Fields</div><br /><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-53737201523899386692022-02-15T10:36:00.004-08:002022-02-15T10:36:56.387-08:00Listless Blogs<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXnGfgwDf6hb-WL4VIBUg5ScuQNr4ufJXRSxo8qeZIx1nvgHmfY_VmgWsPaYNSZ3O0jwFsfTIxnPqZuwj5G9M9P45mSzRTZNCv7ma8HvN8VRtAJHMxQuva13tHNOjcd4fCvbfakPVRekrZbS-xejZC0R3nNzralj1vD0WcrHNsvXiNn4S4NtQnV6pW6Q=s3063" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3063" data-original-width="2298" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXnGfgwDf6hb-WL4VIBUg5ScuQNr4ufJXRSxo8qeZIx1nvgHmfY_VmgWsPaYNSZ3O0jwFsfTIxnPqZuwj5G9M9P45mSzRTZNCv7ma8HvN8VRtAJHMxQuva13tHNOjcd4fCvbfakPVRekrZbS-xejZC0R3nNzralj1vD0WcrHNsvXiNn4S4NtQnV6pW6Q=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Goat Island Gold - 16x12 oil</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I first began this blog, its purpose was to push me to create paintings in order to have something to post, the carrot and the stick for my progress. It served its purpose well over several years, but once I joined Instagram, the ease and immediacy of posting there overtook the clumsy needs of this blog, and therefore it has been idle for some time now. If I had anything pressing to say here, it might encourage me to visit more often, but my goal has been to work at learning the art of painting, not to talk about it. So my apologies to any who might be hoping for more. And my deepest thanks to those who have found my posts interesting enough to visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgy2ooj7SXmGyyVaE9dEnAe7HJoLqT68e7hJYV63gNGbuKwpZnFCq4zHQ4H61IueO8lOhFpJZ4JOvb5xi08KOOfZ3cRNRrw8xFJiI2qB8a39viVnTR4ynWGtSU1x-KX0u9zUl_40EhyyX78aBc4IZp0rsSIetQFZzv4HXERwS5wru64OHfadOkbCDp3lw=s2637" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2097" data-original-width="2637" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgy2ooj7SXmGyyVaE9dEnAe7HJoLqT68e7hJYV63gNGbuKwpZnFCq4zHQ4H61IueO8lOhFpJZ4JOvb5xi08KOOfZ3cRNRrw8xFJiI2qB8a39viVnTR4ynWGtSU1x-KX0u9zUl_40EhyyX78aBc4IZp0rsSIetQFZzv4HXERwS5wru64OHfadOkbCDp3lw=w640-h508" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Soft Willamette 16x20 oil</div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ-Vf_Z0Ppw5wIIVAqx8uXyKUIB3iNlmlZZQvfNkdjyymguCa_7ILkXGItL6uU4e9gkgv4uPmf-pUCH4Z-TUvsjk_2HqbHqvyPmHIO0nTJ8s-sYswZ_KlYR199it6mKqWgijXst5Nvhov6hSQRa_YHLMpS5-8L4U-J3pmAud1BckBchTjVRbQdLtSAvQ=s1531" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1531" data-original-width="1181" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ-Vf_Z0Ppw5wIIVAqx8uXyKUIB3iNlmlZZQvfNkdjyymguCa_7ILkXGItL6uU4e9gkgv4uPmf-pUCH4Z-TUvsjk_2HqbHqvyPmHIO0nTJ8s-sYswZ_KlYR199it6mKqWgijXst5Nvhov6hSQRa_YHLMpS5-8L4U-J3pmAud1BckBchTjVRbQdLtSAvQ=w494-h640" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bryant Woods Sketch 14x11</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9fivddbirkbYERExTP1-Zv2MblkMu2Z4PQgy4Y9IXMi8k3qZXamcPf5_q8fzGEUi7D6mmYkg3dN5Iit_CKOmT7MAexutL9FISCJDWP4tz490cDuRqPSiSjzPMOUAAQQ1z0WuTxHVVpMOKPfDVNPR6q_X3SCt_CQqH59Extzq1qBHCAna3agVKyt8uVA=s2751" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2153" data-original-width="2751" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9fivddbirkbYERExTP1-Zv2MblkMu2Z4PQgy4Y9IXMi8k3qZXamcPf5_q8fzGEUi7D6mmYkg3dN5Iit_CKOmT7MAexutL9FISCJDWP4tz490cDuRqPSiSjzPMOUAAQQ1z0WuTxHVVpMOKPfDVNPR6q_X3SCt_CQqH59Extzq1qBHCAna3agVKyt8uVA=w640-h500" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dreams of the Landscape</div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-88057111195099113142021-10-01T07:43:00.004-07:002021-10-01T07:43:34.786-07:00Côtes de Bergerac<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDkqACoLx4SxgYVMKswkF3eWyFg1tAKlYSSZWaVE1wk7sZT512iki6wYzFXmB_-bJhiN1nAf5CvfjmOzUFT2t2IBmj832Rxo2NXPvWP3tPc_vEhxd9Z32DINVNBYpbtlOhXydYBa7L9WC/s2048/0EF72980-C7B1-4F20-AAB0-48641D86FCAE_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1594" data-original-width="2048" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDkqACoLx4SxgYVMKswkF3eWyFg1tAKlYSSZWaVE1wk7sZT512iki6wYzFXmB_-bJhiN1nAf5CvfjmOzUFT2t2IBmj832Rxo2NXPvWP3tPc_vEhxd9Z32DINVNBYpbtlOhXydYBa7L9WC/w640-h498/0EF72980-C7B1-4F20-AAB0-48641D86FCAE_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Côtes de Bergerac 11x14</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After spending a month in the south of France with close friends, painting en plein air for a number of those days, I feel refreshed and relaxed and ready for the change of season that is upon us. There is something about the countryside in that region (Lot-et-Garonne and Dordogne) that appeals to my spirit; I enjoy driving around absorbing the view endlessly. The land has been cared for by a sensitive people over the centuries, and it shows in the land divisions, the artistry of the architecture, and a respect for natural beauty. It's a far cry from the American rural landscape of broken down cars and abandoned appliances that blemish the view.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Throw in some good wine, excellent meals and shared laughter, and life is good on the other side of The Atlantic. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMDfUgLpyTVJMMe8d7Iy6cpXrTO56AO86rsKSXSatXuqFxpIOUSBveFmsLiET35tegR-IPrSu0E5YGpWUh2nyHOV5VYHgV7MaJXe2-F5wWd68N4F9Mk7ImstMN-ExdXJwp1zNEVDk-Bte/s640/D1654B18-30CD-4D4E-BCAA-B3C32174D8C9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMDfUgLpyTVJMMe8d7Iy6cpXrTO56AO86rsKSXSatXuqFxpIOUSBveFmsLiET35tegR-IPrSu0E5YGpWUh2nyHOV5VYHgV7MaJXe2-F5wWd68N4F9Mk7ImstMN-ExdXJwp1zNEVDk-Bte/w336-h448/D1654B18-30CD-4D4E-BCAA-B3C32174D8C9.jpeg" width="336" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWE-SPIwFIp0XDDGRxr7wCq1eeiw9yP1hS1JoyftFmRd5e8PN7FAgmW0mFiVH_CEFNtHmrRKTcUKdJLE1ybKxFG38vCekhe-gg52ZePmh3oVuRMek6gyKxLZ3lIxtyIaRDFSvEUbJHI8d/s2048/72A66270-AAE7-4B34-9FE5-F8F670342502_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="2048" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWE-SPIwFIp0XDDGRxr7wCq1eeiw9yP1hS1JoyftFmRd5e8PN7FAgmW0mFiVH_CEFNtHmrRKTcUKdJLE1ybKxFG38vCekhe-gg52ZePmh3oVuRMek6gyKxLZ3lIxtyIaRDFSvEUbJHI8d/w546-h447/72A66270-AAE7-4B34-9FE5-F8F670342502_1_201_a.jpeg" width="546" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLfVS3VbvVjfI8S9iVUqYSmOQLfKgIcgDj53dz5Th6QGuV-LM6QJFkKzOoaizdOexhR46V_9e09ZjVQc_UkE4FNAgv_UGYp6P96YX9SRNSzLXScstIA9JjuY27VyXG8BbOf8q5X82xq4L/s2048/6B639C4E-B924-4945-BDEB-0EE8D3935F00.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLfVS3VbvVjfI8S9iVUqYSmOQLfKgIcgDj53dz5Th6QGuV-LM6QJFkKzOoaizdOexhR46V_9e09ZjVQc_UkE4FNAgv_UGYp6P96YX9SRNSzLXScstIA9JjuY27VyXG8BbOf8q5X82xq4L/w456-h342/6B639C4E-B924-4945-BDEB-0EE8D3935F00.heic" width="456" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-2418003193030668082021-07-01T08:11:00.002-07:002021-07-01T08:11:44.584-07:00The Shady Side of the Island<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO80a2zhrJNIbccxJnmhvUHS1f1EiARX9hBBKbYnzt-lZb-43X3Ue4HdqMnYFggMsOYgykFLa1kWXnblbf7A4i8L_TJj620cC73KsPVclQN1SxJ2q5bl9aZAe9sssctmffkum_CqaERzTJ/s2532/5F64204C-9719-45C1-9B59-3ED01D7FF9C1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2013" data-original-width="2532" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO80a2zhrJNIbccxJnmhvUHS1f1EiARX9hBBKbYnzt-lZb-43X3Ue4HdqMnYFggMsOYgykFLa1kWXnblbf7A4i8L_TJj620cC73KsPVclQN1SxJ2q5bl9aZAe9sssctmffkum_CqaERzTJ/w640-h508/5F64204C-9719-45C1-9B59-3ED01D7FF9C1.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Shady Side of the Island, 16x20 oil on canvas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the blistering inferno that may regrettably be our new normal in the Pacific Northwest, I seek refuge in cooler ideas. What can be more soothing in the heat than the deep shade of these towering trees on Goat Island? </div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-35102327633401953572021-06-05T09:45:00.000-07:002021-06-05T09:45:42.530-07:00Early Summer<p> It seems that climate change has gifted Oregon with an early summer, though I think most Oregonians are reveling in this sunny treat with a sense of foreboding, because the less it rains now, the more likely we will have another long summer of wildfires and smoke. Still, who can resist the beauty of a fecund land exploding in lush splendor.</p><p>This below is a small painting done as a study for a possible larger piece. It is the old boat ramp at Maddax Woods in West Linn, the rails defunct now, but a remnant of a time when larger boats were built at this site and launched into the channel this side of Goat Island. (The channel was once called Clackamas Rapids for some reason, but there are no sign of rapids here now.)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5oOUsgpSM0eqSQ-dN2MpCkxilTp8bXqOGel5uEk8_eM-y0pXM3bzyO-FQzPlMaLL3Y9THgYhG-YucuCwdZ7B0G9t6SuOZgCjnrJ9nArV_-ggXM3HBRC8P0E5sQ1iWhnHivATuCwNkBQk/s2709/0563A45A-80AC-4C9E-86E4-E05B7F18C732.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="2709" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5oOUsgpSM0eqSQ-dN2MpCkxilTp8bXqOGel5uEk8_eM-y0pXM3bzyO-FQzPlMaLL3Y9THgYhG-YucuCwdZ7B0G9t6SuOZgCjnrJ9nArV_-ggXM3HBRC8P0E5sQ1iWhnHivATuCwNkBQk/w640-h476/0563A45A-80AC-4C9E-86E4-E05B7F18C732.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A study of a small copse of birch trees off Rosemont Road. The painting is somewhat bittersweet, not in and of itself, but because it exposed a failing in me that I had not recognized: I recently heard someone use the word copse pronouncing it like the TV show "Cops". I had encountered the word often in reading, but never in spoken language, and in my mind had always pronounced it "copes". I think there are a lot of words like that, ones we understand from reading but do not use when speaking, and I fear now that I am probably mispronouncing many of them to myself. I know I am not alone; once I heard my wife use the word albeit, but she pronounced it as if it was German ("all-bite") and I didn't know what she was talking about. When she spelled it out, I said "you mean 'all-be-it'?" It isn't being wrong that bothers me, it's being wrong my entire life and not realizing it. Like trying to paint or play golf, just another lesson in humility.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_e_JjEXXOXGjaHQpA2UF9Wf0NOFHSw_z0eQmKwaCrAG-FRS60lnVyttx-TBqeEVAyiQKDlsDSqnfN9F1h4HHiPOYfN-8lX7syxcmBaS76-oo-I_nLkqKU2pEaWZdh5wlEQ7UgL1FfBN9/s2048/49027618-B624-44B8-B189-EA8B4D11152C_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1639" data-original-width="2048" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_e_JjEXXOXGjaHQpA2UF9Wf0NOFHSw_z0eQmKwaCrAG-FRS60lnVyttx-TBqeEVAyiQKDlsDSqnfN9F1h4HHiPOYfN-8lX7syxcmBaS76-oo-I_nLkqKU2pEaWZdh5wlEQ7UgL1FfBN9/w640-h512/49027618-B624-44B8-B189-EA8B4D11152C_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then a couple of attempts that didn't make it:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjbBTGcEFZAd_h0EIf0Np5Ze8kbfPppMhJMc-K_S1_i53wVn1JMwsg6IDwP_6Mn0ju58bjMmxqkKbebbNb-tJAuVDTtE-u9h9VsMV59uohyQ8EYzWbTA6oWpJm2VocxOzdyfx6sNLayYg/s2711/8C9C7D99-1A19-4A16-99E4-6736B973CE7D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2102" data-original-width="2711" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjbBTGcEFZAd_h0EIf0Np5Ze8kbfPppMhJMc-K_S1_i53wVn1JMwsg6IDwP_6Mn0ju58bjMmxqkKbebbNb-tJAuVDTtE-u9h9VsMV59uohyQ8EYzWbTA6oWpJm2VocxOzdyfx6sNLayYg/w400-h310/8C9C7D99-1A19-4A16-99E4-6736B973CE7D.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP-wuzj6cE4xBHHHyL9v_ImqFOp9ky0znpLeiuiMcE7UvJ42NQJbonNLXSwT4CrvHwXmt-RXnlKMTGBWWfTnTWOmnRtI2FHwk_DCYpYp6hQVi0u5i3_sqf09Gpb09vs3wvfVYuxAjWk72/s2048/A15D48EC-61AB-46D4-9795-C58D38DCFA09_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1603" data-original-width="2048" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP-wuzj6cE4xBHHHyL9v_ImqFOp9ky0znpLeiuiMcE7UvJ42NQJbonNLXSwT4CrvHwXmt-RXnlKMTGBWWfTnTWOmnRtI2FHwk_DCYpYp6hQVi0u5i3_sqf09Gpb09vs3wvfVYuxAjWk72/w400-h313/A15D48EC-61AB-46D4-9795-C58D38DCFA09_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-24795754919775429962021-05-14T09:09:00.000-07:002021-05-14T09:09:36.997-07:00Luscher Hills in Springtime<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbtUj6Aeg4udnhbZPCKX80i2KO1ZG6SkmvR9og_monZZF4qKtQ_RLuRLDChyidB1ESyBL4LLTFFz6QMME31Q5c1y-NwNvmjgxL1QuTb-m-RBjjfsXDehRpL73yfS5uJRocefLpgUs7XjX/s2495/AA5ED447-DD16-4E14-BECE-48381FE5BFE0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1943" data-original-width="2495" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbtUj6Aeg4udnhbZPCKX80i2KO1ZG6SkmvR9og_monZZF4qKtQ_RLuRLDChyidB1ESyBL4LLTFFz6QMME31Q5c1y-NwNvmjgxL1QuTb-m-RBjjfsXDehRpL73yfS5uJRocefLpgUs7XjX/w640-h498/AA5ED447-DD16-4E14-BECE-48381FE5BFE0.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Luscher Hills 16x20</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It has taken me years to realize that I can sometimes create the effect of what is real by using rough and careless brushwork instead of careful and tedious application of paint. Some effects require specific techniques, like using glazes to achieve the look of stream beds, but sometimes just a crazy scrubbing with the paintbrush can do what deliberate effort cannot. </div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-14467613991514870092021-05-01T10:45:00.005-07:002021-05-01T10:45:38.284-07:00Spring Brings New Light<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSh0eJrzIi_Jy6AIUHd16K3Ejw0wHXxYDbxzwL4E96yTpm66Q9kZ5UFPRO-3zc0SloNagtMgeuIhU0eNkQZgzOIbAWyGzByLB0fJkygZP3gPwnWOVP0dxD1aIAV4SjySx0XHksjVxx0Whf/s2771/394B769D-3916-4D8D-BB2F-296015819047.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="2771" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSh0eJrzIi_Jy6AIUHd16K3Ejw0wHXxYDbxzwL4E96yTpm66Q9kZ5UFPRO-3zc0SloNagtMgeuIhU0eNkQZgzOIbAWyGzByLB0fJkygZP3gPwnWOVP0dxD1aIAV4SjySx0XHksjVxx0Whf/w640-h470/394B769D-3916-4D8D-BB2F-296015819047.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cloudbreak on the Willamette, 12x16</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's time to get outdoors to paint, and I hope to be more consistent this year in forming a weekly practice. Even better would be able to paint while traveling, but that has always seemed nearly impossible to fit in. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbHuYrUFWiiEPKrt8CBcxDcOtQ27_Qm0Oel59mCUT0jRA7kh78YrwFSVwc7IghnK28mGdT34rz03hz-2AGEWt95Jo3p6gczYT1B1u9id5xKEaR6UxGJyLB6ElLfFc_2aZbcsgEy6TFvrr/s2727/7A9C20CF-DA7F-412A-8E01-66DDD4ACDFAA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2150" data-original-width="2727" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbHuYrUFWiiEPKrt8CBcxDcOtQ27_Qm0Oel59mCUT0jRA7kh78YrwFSVwc7IghnK28mGdT34rz03hz-2AGEWt95Jo3p6gczYT1B1u9id5xKEaR6UxGJyLB6ElLfFc_2aZbcsgEy6TFvrr/w640-h504/7A9C20CF-DA7F-412A-8E01-66DDD4ACDFAA.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Birkett Mills - Penn Yan, New York 16x20</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While back in the Finger Lakes Region doing a property investigation, I became enamored of this group of old buildings, Birkett Mills, the oldest continually operating buckwheat mill in the United States. We only had one day there, but the countryside was beautiful, with rolling hills and old established farms, clean and orderly. There were vineyards and lakeside homes and so much to explore that we will be going back again this summer to spend a week there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahwY1ZVu7ktZVUwhHHXJMNdhh_tS035969Ox6eNPwdql3Asez_UqGDLCfYIwIGSMjKqWgf_KpLhnS0PD49mq-9HwhyphenhyphenX8rtu8FYTn2WC2B6Exmgpr0AiYNpaO5QMbffUqJ_V9FUmbjYb3h/s2696/008C8DF5-91FA-4E09-9D4A-3962FC06B1C2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2696" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahwY1ZVu7ktZVUwhHHXJMNdhh_tS035969Ox6eNPwdql3Asez_UqGDLCfYIwIGSMjKqWgf_KpLhnS0PD49mq-9HwhyphenhyphenX8rtu8FYTn2WC2B6Exmgpr0AiYNpaO5QMbffUqJ_V9FUmbjYb3h/w640-h512/008C8DF5-91FA-4E09-9D4A-3962FC06B1C2.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunrise on the Willamette, study</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-54022897628871365262021-04-07T15:22:00.002-07:002021-04-07T15:22:25.521-07:00Spring Fields<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Dn8e4L7_Bd81lnIWxMoV19K4eUlCyQg2P01TofctHBY4u_eAfROvWLrdJIGqxGkrKIT7-XV90asDPSRmNFkf5o6NSxBeHOU4-wOp0eckJU5eSsEeUoa18VnYSuC-wy_-pz67xi_DyiWy/s3153/94E1B266-0004-4F90-912C-9F0904C4D430.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2402" data-original-width="3153" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Dn8e4L7_Bd81lnIWxMoV19K4eUlCyQg2P01TofctHBY4u_eAfROvWLrdJIGqxGkrKIT7-XV90asDPSRmNFkf5o6NSxBeHOU4-wOp0eckJU5eSsEeUoa18VnYSuC-wy_-pz67xi_DyiWy/w640-h488/94E1B266-0004-4F90-912C-9F0904C4D430.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes when I throw paint down quickly, even over an old used panel like this, it seems there might be a painting in there somewhere if I can then take the time to develop it. </div><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-967772124327753822021-03-22T09:08:00.002-07:002021-03-22T09:08:55.565-07:00Quick Sketch with a Big Brush<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcXjcpX26r-cJtHEE0bkhjd4XDgMyE7FVUvIabqvwnemVmPcfcVqNrB2k0q-8jWjG_spCqQfNPoVj5IURFu2xIssdNy-jFJxn4HTT35CtPcSgDpg7QrpGHNN72O8R8BPhlgq63fiI_O2B/s2001/AA0BDB81-1A38-452A-BA01-56182405BB5C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2001" data-original-width="1879" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcXjcpX26r-cJtHEE0bkhjd4XDgMyE7FVUvIabqvwnemVmPcfcVqNrB2k0q-8jWjG_spCqQfNPoVj5IURFu2xIssdNy-jFJxn4HTT35CtPcSgDpg7QrpGHNN72O8R8BPhlgq63fiI_O2B/w600-h640/AA0BDB81-1A38-452A-BA01-56182405BB5C.jpeg" width="600" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fanno Creek Tangle 8x8</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Having been kept from painting for months now, I tried to force a quick session to see if my brushes had forgotten how to paint. I'm not sure what my verdict is, but I do know I need to make some time, if I can only coax my right brain into taking the reins again. Too much business is bad for art, I guess.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Regarding another painting, South Yamhill by my painter friend, David Richardson: This warm and moving painting has hung over my hearth in every home I have lived in for the past thirty years. I have considered it the soul of my home, really, central to the feeling of comfort and security. Just around Thanksgiving of 2019 another dear friend, Maggie, asked if she could borrow it for her dining room for a while, and reluctantly, I agreed. I was concerned about what might happen to my sense of peace and safety if such a central piece was removed. I certainly did not expect what followed: pandemic, wildfires, insurrection, ice storms... At long last I insisted I needed to get it back where it belonged, and a couple of weeks ago it was returned to its home. Let's hope this might help get the world back in order.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVCdVtVQ6K-DJUXucyg9UBIjcTbinpkdU5B4zOsXA2kSkNjc0Jm4w6CcWuKjywPAWnXNOW-Kf9wDm_JHHSoeQ3kCgeZLmbBvOay-EwqrhRCYWZzX4awPgnkmDIuokGm2_u9zQ0ylyq-E7/s1448/19DB0381-DA85-4231-B5AC-0FF84E78A825.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1448" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVCdVtVQ6K-DJUXucyg9UBIjcTbinpkdU5B4zOsXA2kSkNjc0Jm4w6CcWuKjywPAWnXNOW-Kf9wDm_JHHSoeQ3kCgeZLmbBvOay-EwqrhRCYWZzX4awPgnkmDIuokGm2_u9zQ0ylyq-E7/w640-h500/19DB0381-DA85-4231-B5AC-0FF84E78A825.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">South Yamhill 4'x5' by David Richardson</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-36604566574414131232020-11-29T10:19:00.000-08:002020-11-29T10:19:16.522-08:00Return to Goat Island<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQmQC3-O_Pn3ZGE-5pWDSHWrZmeXWQ1jBaequ4WVkjq0hwlemhWF84yiXC1eB8gFF3gwBMFdx3Fgd6t_Z45sKzlg1SS86-nnWoqMawVzOrgeiv5W2sBiCa4yMTEd-uYVcLOFQK8cPtjAQ/s2048/9FEC233A-273D-4559-840E-37909E7A537A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1685" data-original-width="2048" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQmQC3-O_Pn3ZGE-5pWDSHWrZmeXWQ1jBaequ4WVkjq0hwlemhWF84yiXC1eB8gFF3gwBMFdx3Fgd6t_Z45sKzlg1SS86-nnWoqMawVzOrgeiv5W2sBiCa4yMTEd-uYVcLOFQK8cPtjAQ/w640-h526/9FEC233A-273D-4559-840E-37909E7A537A.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Return to Goat Island 11x14 oil on panel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of my painting is inspired by something I see when outdoors, and frequently I am outdoors in the morning because the dog needs to be walked, meaning that I return again and again to the same places. These are places within 15 minutes or so from home, places with trails, and sometimes places where dogs can be off leash, so I can throw sticks for Greta. Maddax Woods is one of those places, situated along the Willamette River in West Linn. This view across a narrow channel to Goat Island is one of my favorites, and I expect I will continue to paint it, because it changes with the seasons, with the weather conditions, with the time of day. Monet used to paint the same subject over and over again, but I wouldn't compare myself to him here; he was working at an intellectual level, experimenting with the moods of various color schemes and their effect on the human eye or whatever. I'm simply trying to capture what I see in my rudimentary way, and hoping I happen to learn something about painting along the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From a previous post, here is a plein air painting from the same spot, looking slightly more downriver. The mood is very different.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-R9V9BoQf90Yr5UzsOwTu_ao62CVi_e4MkvsjHXgdDql4Fp-zlyQEdEhBxiPWLuOvUv5s9Br2_ZySviDFN1qBO1m3W5jISRJghLZ1vYJQBnaB1IjZbGStTlOyxnNTAGCvIvmUxiskD4Cw/s2048/D0265627-57A0-4221-9F23-F44B1A310A51.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1603" data-original-width="2048" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-R9V9BoQf90Yr5UzsOwTu_ao62CVi_e4MkvsjHXgdDql4Fp-zlyQEdEhBxiPWLuOvUv5s9Br2_ZySviDFN1qBO1m3W5jISRJghLZ1vYJQBnaB1IjZbGStTlOyxnNTAGCvIvmUxiskD4Cw/w640-h500/D0265627-57A0-4221-9F23-F44B1A310A51.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And lastly, here is a photo taken with my new iPhone 12 mini, trying to learn the features that might help me get some better shots. 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The brief celebration we allowed ourselves when word of Biden's victory came out did not erase the tension of knowing that the divisions are still here, and may only get worse.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've found it hard to settle enough to want to paint, and when I have tried, the attempts seem half-hearted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctUxIFUaYGoJCcgXY7t_MP0i4AxuqPvzS-RqnxOITdoQWyxBKybbmAtqo8I-TQ0CXxZIX-auyWonK7CpegIndh-0zNO1qkH71wY_ObHs0HO8V_MYQ8RofH42gsnf-orWZpgb8LDQhM8q6/s2048/EFEA7EC8-A746-48AA-969B-A732F52EF7C7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1680" data-original-width="2048" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctUxIFUaYGoJCcgXY7t_MP0i4AxuqPvzS-RqnxOITdoQWyxBKybbmAtqo8I-TQ0CXxZIX-auyWonK7CpegIndh-0zNO1qkH71wY_ObHs0HO8V_MYQ8RofH42gsnf-orWZpgb8LDQhM8q6/w640-h524/EFEA7EC8-A746-48AA-969B-A732F52EF7C7.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wrangel, Alaska 8x10</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ybWww0Uo5CavFbcGdkpziG2B3iaxn8oIcUdkchH98p-wg7b5OsSNtix6jC9xCB7_zNthh8zqeq3YdV_KVIqrEgwpi2US57FdXcZ9ulHI5KhR2ziQooZAngdqD0z8ZKKcn5Vz6slV1ktW/s2048/0A5CF93E-8F7E-4465-8D75-03D28C1A8CB9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1607" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ybWww0Uo5CavFbcGdkpziG2B3iaxn8oIcUdkchH98p-wg7b5OsSNtix6jC9xCB7_zNthh8zqeq3YdV_KVIqrEgwpi2US57FdXcZ9ulHI5KhR2ziQooZAngdqD0z8ZKKcn5Vz6slV1ktW/w314-h400/0A5CF93E-8F7E-4465-8D75-03D28C1A8CB9.jpeg" width="314" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fanno Creek, 10x8</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've tried some new techniques, but the results have not been as I hoped. It may take some time to get back to the heart of painting, with inspiration and desire, which have been crowded out by concern for the world and those in it whom I love. 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Geoff began his career as a commercial artist and then transitioned into fine art, establishing a reputation for himself in the Bay Area before eventually moving north to little Ashland in the mid-seventies. I met him in the coffee shop run by a mutual friend, where Geoff would hang out looking for someone with whom to play backgammon. We spent quite a bit of time together from the late 70's to the early 80's, drinking and smoking and chatting. Geoff told me a great deal about his artistic past, but when I knew him, he seemed to have lost his passion for creating new work, and would only paint when he had a show to put on. He would then stage a number (at least five or six) of canvases in a semi-circle and go from one to the next, quickly building them up together. But for the most part, he preferred hanging out, drinking and dancing, and acting in community theater. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His style was in a tradtional, subdued manner and I remember him showing me a classic compositional structure he sometimes used when beginning a painting. It involved drawing lines from each corner to the midpoint on the opposite side and then subdividing the space even further with more and more lines. It seemed endlessly complicated and I wondered about the value of it back then. His point was that if you put elements of the painting along those lines or at intersections, it would infuse the piece with a natural power. (He was also into reading auras and invisible energy in people.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I bought this piece from Geoff during one of his down periods, when he was selling off things in his home in order to make rent. I also bought from him an original manuscript page from William Wordsworth, for $100. I didn't have much money back then, either, but I often had enough to help out friends. But I felt so wrong about taking such a precious artifact from him that I sold it back to him when he got back on his feet. Unfortunately, he later sold it to someone else when he needed money again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At any rate, I've long wondered about how he structured this painting above, since it seems to have some undefinable something that draws one to it. So yesterday I made a quick sketch of it on a recycled board in order to investigate the layout, and the result is this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDqgBSyLaxxYSOtlnCwUS_d6AZCkidSIfsXjzaUBrDk70vSm8czrRl8wGmfZTyegLmOYYrWiCDSduPCgqdT266hYbAkt5C3BWkBHu_CZ3yqUJd4KScpCd2GCsWUg06SWjXB9ELCUbV4_g/s2048/6C910526-8D29-46E4-BBDD-77DE0BD5B54D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1779" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDqgBSyLaxxYSOtlnCwUS_d6AZCkidSIfsXjzaUBrDk70vSm8czrRl8wGmfZTyegLmOYYrWiCDSduPCgqdT266hYbAkt5C3BWkBHu_CZ3yqUJd4KScpCd2GCsWUg06SWjXB9ELCUbV4_g/w556-h640/6C910526-8D29-46E4-BBDD-77DE0BD5B54D.jpeg" width="556" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was stunned to discover how closely he held to the simple linear framework. The two girls are fitted neatly into the diamond shape created by the four main compositional lines. I'm not certain of the basis of the other two important lines, but the one following the leg and back of the girl in red seems to go from points 2/3 of the way along each edge from the upper left corner. 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How can so many people let their emotions blind them to his many crimes and defects? They seem to have an excuse to cover everything, but beneath it all seems to be a deep fear of a conspiracy against them. Please, people, own up to your duty to perform your civic role in a civil way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But for now we simply must wait out the fires that are raging all around. The smoke is so thick where I live that I can't see the lake out my window. It is punishing to go outside and breathe that air. Perhaps the rain coming this week will tamp down the flames. 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It's finally hot, stifling hot, but not bad at all in the shade. Fortunately we live in a state filled with trees, and shade is seldom far away. This quick sketch was made in the shade along the Willamette, in Maddox Woods park, where I go to throw sticks for the dog and walk in the sand, enjoying the play of light on the water. This trip, I came across a dead sturgeon on the shore, about six feet long; it was prehistoric looking, the lower jaw much like a shark, though there weren't any scary teeth showing.</div>
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I also hauled out an old photo I took in the park at Chateau Chantilly, north of Paris. It's been far too long since I have been there, and the feeling was a bit forced. Maybe it's time to return, once we Americans are allowed back into Europe.</div>
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There's something about the morning light glancing across the tops of ripe grains, those amber waves, those brilliant swaths of brightness. It is dramatic and it sends the soul soaring.</div>
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Walking the dog in the morning through these nearby fields, the old rancher buried in my past can't help but shake my head at the waste of hay in these fields that used to be a part of a large dairy farm, but are now a park for dogwalkers and bicyclists. This should have been harvested a month ago, and now it's past prime. At least the colors are rich and even uncommon.</div>
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<br />Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-64623161299543243932020-06-06T14:43:00.001-07:002020-06-06T14:43:51.288-07:00The Land of My Father<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you drive up the winding (and indelicately-named) Dead Indian Road out of Ashland and up into the Cascades in the direction of the Klamath Basin...if you take the correct exit onto an unmarked logging road past Shale City (another mystery, the result of a failed attempt to mine oil shale by the settlers in the area, with no habitation whatsoever)...if you take the correct number of left turns followed by the correct number of right turns, you eventually end up at the end of the road. Parking your car and walking a few minutes along an unmarked trail will lead you to a small but deep depression with a small body of water at the bottom called Lost Lake. There are dozens of Lost Lakes around, and this one is not as well-known as many of the others, but it has always been a special place to me. There are steep rock bluffs on which you can stand and look down onto the tops of towering fir trees. At just the right time of year, Calypso orchids are blooming, tiny and heavily scented wildflowers that are somewhat rare. And the scent of pine in summer's heat, the soft dead grasses and fields of wildflowers and the stillness of the place lend a mystical feel to it. It is a place to look within oneself.</div>
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But if you instead drive up the south fork of Little Butte Creek Rd, leaving Medford in the other direction, going past White City and then Eagle Point, on past the little Lakecreek General Store, up miles of gravel road until you reach what was once my grandparents' ranch, and if you stand in front of the ranch house and crane your neck way back and look up to the top of the steep mountain that blocks the midday sun in winter and makes the little valley colder than you would expect, you see the peak where my grandmother told us my father would climb when he was a teen, and how with his friends he would hang a pair of underwear from a dead snag for a flag of conquest, and then they would cool off by swimming in this same little Lost Lake. It was a special spot for him and his buddies, and it became special to me and a few of my friends some 40 years later.</div>
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And above is another special place - on the Salmon River trail near Mount Hood. The water is so clear and brisk and it plays delightfully with the sunlight. You could sit at this spot and contemplate for hours and when you were done you would be the better for it.</div>
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The above is a work in progress that may take some time yet to complete, because it is filled with the sort of detail that I don't normally use in painting, architectural and particularly the people in the scene which need fleshing out: I am placing myself (seated on the bench) and three other friends, at our present ages, in this scene where we shared good times in the distant past, because in a real sense we still inhabit that place: it is sun-warmed and carefree and full of possibility in a way that only youth can truly embrace, and yet we still hold onto that feeling even in our advancing years. Just a short walk into the foreground brings one to the border of Monaco, and the homes along this coast and the people living there were all quite posh.</div>
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And then I have two studies from my dog walks, along Oswego Creek as the season turns lush and soft.</div>
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<i>Green is power, nature's fuse, the color of more forces and guises than are countable, a messenger announcing itself, paradoxically, as the hue of both renewal and reproduction or infirmity and illness. It is at once the preternaturally ambiguous color of life and death, the vernal sign of vitality, and the livid tinge of corruption... </i></div>
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<i>As the color of Venus and Mercury, devoted lovers, green is peace, vegetation, gladness and rebirth. It is associated with the number five and is the fairy color, the primal wash, the heraldic tint of envy, of nausea and of hope, of solid gems and eerie mists, of sea cabbage, eelgrass, salt thatch, subaqueous plants, algae, and sea lettuce bearding the rocky shore. "Green derives from blue and surpasses it," says an old Chinese proverb, referring to the student who, learning from a teacher, grows to surpass him. Did you know that "greenth" is a legitimate word, although rare, meaning verdure? To "green" is even a verb, in Scotland, meaning to yearn. So many hues and shades and tints of green exist in the natural world, so multifarious are its guises, it is impossible ever to fully know them....</i></div>
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From Alexander Theroux in <u>Secondary Colors</u></div>
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<br />Mitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03320277970095573853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673490586981606517.post-5910091286554786352020-05-05T10:01:00.000-07:002020-05-05T10:01:58.289-07:00Goat Island<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Goat Island - 22x28 oil on canvas</div>
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This island on the Willamette in West Linn has fascinated me for years, especially when the Great Blue Herons are nesting in these trees; sometimes there are dozens for them flying around at once, quite a sight.</div>
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This next is a work in progress of a long-time friend, John, from a time in the distant past when we rafted rivers in southern Oregon, particularly the Rogue and the Illinois.</div>
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When We Were Young - 18x14 oil on canvas</div>
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