Sunday Paint Day

Went out and took advantage of a bright cool day. That brings its own challenges of fast-drying paint but I soldiered on.

Sunday Paint Day

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August, Must be Postcard Poetry Fest!

That’s a hard corner to turn, from World Watercolor Month to August Poetry Postcard Fest, but here we are day two already. Two postcards sent off already and FIVE!!!! already received!

Tonight I was pretty desperate to paint so I pulled off at Kristy’s Barn and spent time with the swallows watching the sun do its thing.

Here are all of tonight’s photos:

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Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
— Henry Miller

August, Must be Postcard Poetry Fest!

World Watercolor Month Day #29

Drove over to the Clark which was very full of people looking at Renoir and Ida O’Keefe. I did go in after spending time with the hill, the clouds and the cows. It was very hot. Tonight at dinner I had two BIG glasses of water and then I had to wash out my painting hat because it had developed a salt ring! I refilled my gallon jug and two smaller water bottles so I’m ready for next time – hopefully it will be cooler!

World Watercolor Month Day #29

Watercolor Month Day #2

Wasn’t home til late last night but it doesn’t mean I wasn’t out there painting.

First, Mom and I went to the Schenectady Rose Garden which was beautiful, even as it was being dead-headed in prep for later re-blooming.

Then I had another watercolor class. I don’t think I managed to go as dramatic as the teacher was hoping and it was too wet to put in fine lines for tree trunks etc but whatchagonnado?

Watercolor Month Day #2

Painting in the Rain

That’s what the first part of yesterday was all about. This morning has stopped raining for the moment so I guess I’m heading back out there.

And then the vultures came.

Painting in the Rain

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Two

In the palette, the paint puddles,
ultramarine and sienna to make
a pool of clouds waiting
to float across the paper
dense and wind-feathered
The sky always comes first
the blue, not matter the shade,
brushed in where there are no clouds
and then the shadows and
water-filled density of them.
My teacher’s voice whispers
‘a little light red or yellow
to show the light’ and I agree
When all goes well my heart
rises up with the courage
to lay down the horizon line.

My first study of the Hudson as seen from Rensselaer, last night. Takes a bit to understand how it all fits together.

Clouds as I was leaving work tonight. A passing couple apparently thought – yup there’s a crazy lady taking pictures of the clouds.

It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.
— J.R.R. Tolkien

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Two

and… painting

Also may have traumatized the wee furry things by vacuuming a little. They seem to have recovered nicely.

and… painting