The Hard Work of New Paint

Oh the toil and angst and hard work of it all: the picking and obtaining of new colors.

I usually mix my real darks as I need them. Lighter greys can be had but I felt I needed a grey or two for mixing with other colors but sometimes as, what they call, convenience colors. To me blacks and greys are pretty much up there with primaries but it’s not like I have black or white on my palette.

In any case, some might say I over indulged but this was my haul from Arlene’s the other day. And a big kudos to the young woman who excitedly looked over my choices as she rang me out and then demonstrated just how cool the pencil sharpener was that I was buying. It made me feel part of the tribe. Thank you!

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This morning’s look at last night’s experiment

Tonight’s experiment and Tuesday’s

I was driving home thinking about clouds and paper and paint and had a “wonder what would happen if…” So after playing with the cats a little, I sat down and did a very quick experiment. This was taken very wet. We’ll see how it looks in the morning. The foreground and horizon stuff was just to get in some base colors – it was too wet to continue.

Also if you want to see a goofy experiment in time-lapse photography… Will try to do better positioning the camera next time.

End of August Postcard Poetry Fest 2017

I got a lot of postcards and enjoyed the cards themselves and the words written on them. Some of the poems were striking, one gave me chills (in a good way) and all made the connection we all hope for: I sat down and came up with these words to send you, a thought, an image, a rant, a mysterious string of ideas… put them on this card, put your address and a stamp on it and sent it off into the world.

Sometimes you get an acknowledgement that the card arrived, sometimes a response from the recipient to the poem itself, but I never get too tied up about that. Postcards can go in different directions way too easily. One thing happened this year that may not have happened before, someone in the postal handling part of the postcard’s journey wrote a response on the card. Pretty sure they weren’t agreeing with the sentiment but wow – wrote on the card. That card took about a week or more to get to me, so I’m not sure if they pondered it for a few days or if it just took that long.

Be that as it may, my own August Journey was pretty smooth. I had written down a list of words to act as prompts in case nothing came to mind in the hour of writing. Sometimes in the past I’ve used a group of haiku as my fall-back on hard nights. This year a theme developed, not of my choosing, around the idea of “a place to stand” and it popped up over and over again in different ways. One night I started writing and came out with something that ended up 75 lines. Way too big for a postcard, even in its beginning. I excerpted it for the card.

A good month, now I’m ready to do other things. Stand by for photos and painting and travel and who knows what else.

Labor Day Time Spent

I did run the vacuum a little today but I also dabbled here and there and finally headed out to the local pond to catch some light before the moon came up. First tonight’s sketch – not at all intended to be complete. I’m trying to get myself to work on putting down quick colors and values to help remember what the scene was like.

This from yesterday, earlier in the day.

I gotta say that I love my little fold-up chair but you gotta really love a picnic table when you’re setting up for a quick paint. And for September 4, Labor Day 2017, a lot of color starting to show on the trees and below, all that goldenrod.

Sunday out and around here and there

I went and procured tomatoes. Real ripe tomatoes. I needed a tomato sandwich and I needed it bad. I had a peach for dessert.

Diddled around at home for awhile and then went out late to the nearby pond and enjoyed the late day sun changing into evening. Painted a little just trying to capture something of the color and light. Took photos. Came home.

All in all a successful day. See the Flickr album for all the sights!

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Now I just need to write out the two postcards for the weekend – how fast August has gone! August Postcard Poetry Fest has been very good both in the writing and in the cards received. Yesterday I got four cards – WOOT – and one of them had been “commented” on by someone in transit, presumably a postal worker. We often imagine people reading them as they move from poet to poet but someone sure read that one!

chasing clouds

The clouds today were big and puffy and fun. Here’s all the photos I took this morning on the way to work.

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And after a long day at work, and even though I should be writing a poem to send out tomorrow, I did this, which needs some drying before I can do some final touches.

Finally, you might remember recently I spent time marking my brushes lest I lose another brush in deep grass. So far so good. But, the other night while rummaging on youtube I had to back up because of this, giving me great joy that I’m not entirely crazy.

And finally finally, from the Quote Box:

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. — W. B. Yeats