Cloudy Reflections

Cloudy Reflections

Image size 11" x 7"

Watercolor

This is a small painting that was done mostly wet into wet.  I really wasn't in the mood to paint this week so I decided to just finish this small painting that I had started several months ago.  Clouds are becoming a favorite painting subject for me.  I need to get more reference photos of dramatic skies to paint.  We have mostly sunny, cloudless skies where I live but we are supposed to get rain by tomorrow morning so maybe I'll be able to get some interesting pics soon.

Cactus Apples

Cactus Apples

Image Size 18" x 24"

Watercolor

I really fought with this painting.  I started it as a poured painting just doing one layer and then directly painted the rest of it.  I used Arches 140# paper which is usually really tough and easy to use but I had trouble glazing this without the previous layers lifting.  I'm not sure if that happened because the poured pigments sit on the surface or because the sizing was bad.  This is a piece of paper that I bought recently.  I've heard from many people that Arches has changed their sizing and I haven't talked to any artists that like the new formulation so maybe that was the problem.  This also seemed to buckle much more than my previous paintings on this brand of paper.

Anyway, I like the final look that I got by starting with a poured layer.  Also, I think the analogous color scheme gives this painting a very soothing feeling.

At The Wedge

At The Wedge

Image Size 22" x 30"

Watercolor

The Wedge is a surfing spot in Newport Beach next to the jetty.  When the direction of the waves is just right, they hit the jetty and bounce off creating a second wave.  These waves can be exciting for surfers but also dangerous.  I went there the day after our recent storm hoping to capture some awesome waves for paintings but it was pretty flat.  It was a windy day and I took pictures of disappointingly small waves for about 15 minutes.  Just as I was leaving, about 5 large waves came in so I was able to get a few pictures of some bigger ones.  Of course, I was hoping for some 20 to 30 foot waves but I had to be happy with waves that were about 5 feet.  I'll have to start watching the surf reports I guess and try again later.

This is watercolor on a full size sheet of Arches 140# paper.  It was really a fun painting to do.  I like to add borders when I do my silk paintings but rarely add them to my watercolors.  I decided to do an ombre feeling with the brown going from light to dark and do light to dark in the opposite direction with the blue.  I'm trying to decide if I want to make the blue spots vary to a bit darker blue or leave them as they are now.  What do you think?

Sam

Sam

Image size 6" x 6"

Oil

My heart is broken.  We lost our best friend on Friday.  We had been preparing for this day since we found out in early February that he had a malignant melanoma on his foot that had metastasized to his lung. He was almost 14 1/2 years old which is pretty old for such a large dog, but that's little consolation.  We got him from the animal shelter when he was 10 months old and he lived with us for 13 1/2 years.  Sampson was the best dog.  He was a German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix.  He looked scary, sounded scary and was as sweet and mellow as a huge teddy bear.  He was my shadow and I miss him terribly.  I painted this today as a tribute to him.  I should have waited longer before painting his portrait because it was much harder to do than I thought it would be and I'm sure some of my tears are mixed in with the paint.  I still need to do some finishing touches on it but it's making me too sad to work on it today.

Years ago, I saw this story written by T'mara Goodsell and it really touched my heart.

Best Dog in the World By T'Mara Goodsell One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love. ~Elizabeth Aston Years ago, I owned the very best dog in the world. I was a child when we got her. She was a graceful brown hound, a foundling who taught me that our pets are not purchased, but ordained. She romped when I did and knew how to smile in that funny way that only some dogs have. She grew up with me, always there when I needed her. My grown hand still remembers the sleek bump on the top of her head and that gentle divot just past her nose that fit my index finger just perfectly. She passed away during one of my college vacations. My heart broke then, and I knew that there would never be another dog like her, and there hasn't been. I was sure that I could never love another dog as much as I'd loved her. Fortunately, I was wrong about that part. My next dog came into my life when I was married. My husband traveled for a living, and I was often lonely. This dog grew into a lumbering Wolfhound and Sheepdog mix who taught me patience. He was a large, grizzled sentry, that dog. He rarely left my side until the children were born, and then he became their guardian, too. I can still feel that swirl of fur along his back and the  weight of his chin when it rested in my lap. When he passed away, my heart broke. As much as I had loved that childhood dog, I had been wrong. This was the very best dog in the world. There would never be another dog like him, and there hasn' t been. I was sure I would never love another dog as much as I'd loved him. I was wrong again. We got the next one, a loping black Lab-and-Terrier mix, when the children were little. He taught me the importance of adapting. He was everyone's dog from the beginning, and that was just as it should be. When he played tug of war with the children, he dragged them across the kitchen floor as they shrieked with laughter. He always seemed to sleep in the room of the child who needed his company the most.. These days his face is expressively gray, and he spends more time with me since the almost-grown children aren't around so much. The other day my oldest, home from college, played tug of war. We all laughed--just a little--as the dog was gently pulled across the kitchen floor. He is, of course, the very best dog in the world. I will never forget that exquisitely soft tuft of fur behind his ears or the tickly feel when he nuzzles. There won't be another dog like him. And that's okay, because we will never be at this point in our lives again. Sometimes I've wondered why two species that get along so well should have such different life spans. It just doesn't seem right. And then I wonder if that's part of the lesson: To teach us that love itself has a spirit that returns again and again and never really dies. It's amazing, in a way, how they bring to our ever-changing lives exactly what it is that we need at the moment. They make room for one another, this family of dogs who has never even met. And they fit--into our families, into our lives, into our memories, and into our hearts--because they always have been and always will be the best dogs in the world.

Heisler Park Vista

This is the third time I've painted this scene and I think it will be my last.  I really do need to get some new reference photos.  The first two were only 6" x 6" and this one is 14" x 14".  I painted this one to enter into a contest so wish me luck.

Heisler Park Vista
Image size 14" x 14"
Oil