Showing posts with label watercolor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolor. Show all posts

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Bascillica of Sts. Peter and Paul




The Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Lewiston Maine is a beautiful and imposing structure.  The city has grown up so much so there are times where the city buildings block out the views of the cathedral despite its location high up on a hill.  Still you can’t help but notice the spires of the towers if you spend any amount of time in Lewiston and much of Auburn as well.

A few nights ago, I searched for a spot to paint the Cathedral at night.  I completed this quick sketch in the parking lot of a convenience store.  It was a very active neighborhood, but I was able to complete this on location charcoal sketch.  A few days later, I went to a location closer to the cathedral and completed this watercolor sketch.

Much of the cathedral is blocked from view by apartment buildings and the like.  Something about an old filling station in the neighborhood struck me, so I made a few quick color and structural notes for later use.  The grandeur of the cathedral juxtaposed with the dilapidated condition of the still working gas station told a story to me.  Both institutions played a very important role in the creation of the fabric of the surrounding communities.  This cathedral was built with both the labor and the donations of the hard working immigrants who made Lewiston and Auburn their home.  Each one supporting the other. 



These are both just quick studies but it was very energizing to get out sketching on location.  I decided very quickly to avoid getting trapped by too much detail in the face of the cathedral.  Not really a difficult choice for me, but I still needed to make a concious choice to go for the broad effect as this is a very complex subject.

The Cathedral changes so much in the changing light that it will certainly be worth going back to make more detailed studies in changing light.






Friday, June 17, 2016

Wilson's Mills, ME Sun and Storm

Wilsons Mills ME. Sun and storm From an on location study. The mountains and mountain valleys particularly interest me due to their sudden changes in weather and light. I remember quite vividly being very warm painting the on location study despite setting up in the tall grass in the shade of an old Spruce. By the time I hiked back to the campsite it was raining and quite cool.


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Wilsons Mills
Golden fields, slow moving water with violet deep swirls, virtually no sound 
to the rivers ebb and flow
set up camp in the river basin
so still, the abrupt loud whoosh of crow's wings
snaps my head 'round - with no wild animal to be found (this time)
till I look up and slowly realize what I'm hearing
slowly, for it takes time to leave civilization behind

While painting, observing nature
nature was observing me
moose and deer 10 yards behind
moving through the tall grass and the fallen, gnarled brittle branches
with a grace and quietness not to be believed 
had I not been there

The sound of wind through the tall grass, pine, and spruce
Soothing - reminds me of carefree days exploring the woods close to home
later, the windblown birch branches are a metronome
slow and steady 
a soothing tempo

The fall chill - briefly held at bay,
so hot 
layers pealed, the shade of an old spruce to work  
but a storm was coming
tumbling leaves, thickening clouds, and the rush of cool air announces the coming rain
The metronome whispers urgently
time to go


Friday, December 25, 2015

Houghton Maine, Persistance




Watercolor completed on location
Houghton Maine

Persistence

A slight turn off the paved road

The grass quickly rises above the bumper, gently pushing us along
The road constricts, tree tops block out the sun
Branches tap the roof
Gently at first, then with more urgent groans, warning us to stop

How far the road will let us go?

A birch sapling stretches across the road
A warning
A long steep drop hidden around the corner

The road sprints downhill
Ending in a small clearing
Hidden by the last drop in the road
Surrounded by thickly wooded hills
Guarding their secrets

Bear scat and moose track tell me that we are not alone
I grab my paints and slip into the woods
Heading for high ground
The trees refuse to surrender the view I hope to find

Persistence
Stubbornness
A fine line
Rewarded

Invisible to a casual glance
A small scar, a remnant of past storms,
Offers an opportunity
To see above and beyond the trees
To see the entire valley

Persistence
Pine, Birch, and spruce claw their way skyward
Pushing rocks aside
The scar was already fading

Hours spent painting, the memory is set
My back is aching, paying the price for hours of concentration elsewhere
It was worth it
I don’t need to return here to know - this view is no more

The moose and bear travel as the mist, fleeting yet present,
Unwilling to be seen
They persist


Oil painting completed on location
Looking up from the campsite




Watercolor
Interrupted by swarms of black flies

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Wilson's Mills

Wilsons Mills ME. Sun and storm From an on location study. The mountains and mountain valleys particularly interest me due to their sudden changes in weather and light. I remember quite vividly being very warm painting the on location study despite setting up in the tall grass in the shade of an old Spruce. By the time I hiked back to the campsite it was raining and quite cool.



Wilsons Mills
Golden fields, slow moving water with violet deep swirls, virtually no sound 
to the rivers ebb and flow
set up camp in the river basin
so still, the abrupt loud whoosh of crow's wings
snaps my head 'round - with no wild animal to be found (this time)
till I look up and slowly realize what I'm hearing
slowly, for it takes time to leave civilization behind

While painting, observing nature
nature was observing me
moose and deer 10 yards behind
moving through the tall grass and the fallen, gnarled brittle branches
with a grace and quietness not to be believed 
had I not been there

The sound of wind through the tall grass, pine, and spruce
Soothing - reminds me of carefree days exploring the woods close to home
later, the windblown birch branches are a metronome
slow and steady 
a soothing tempo

The fall chill - briefly held at bay,
so hot 
layers pealed, the shade of an old spruce to work  
but a storm was coming
tumbling leaves, thickening clouds, and the rush of cool air announces the coming rain
The wind whispers urgently while tugging at my sleeve
time to go