Sunday, May 17, 2015

May 2015

On Wednesday mornings, I've been working on class projects, but in between times, I have been painting some of my own ideas. It seems that my approach to painting on my own is becoming quite different from what Ron is asking the class to do, and I really like what I am doing on my own, so I'm becoming more inclined to do my own thing instead of following the class.


The first class project was to be based on a photo of part of a Japanese bridge and lots of pink and white blossoms. We did something similar last spring and I didn't really care for it all that much, so on starting this one, my attitude was not entirely positive. But I thought that I could go ahead and do my own thing with it. I saw that another student in the class was using her own photo which showed some water under a bridge, so I decided to put in a stream too. We started by applying masking fluid with a sponge to make lots of white blossoms, but I got more blobs than blossoms. Then we added pink blossoms also with the sponge, and so more blobs. I spent a lot more time trying to make something out of it, but it is not one of my favorites.


Meanwhile, at home, I thought I could make something from a couple of photos that I took with my iPhone one day at the beach at Pescadero. One photo was of the surf and the hole in the rock, and another was a close-up of some ice plant. I combined the two and I think it worked out pretty well.


I liked what I had done recently based on old photos of the mountains, and wanted to continue with that. I have many great memories of places that I have been in the Sierra, and hope that I can express some my feelings about them in my paintings. So I've been looking for scenes that do more than just show off the beauty of a particular place, ones that also show how it felt to be there. In the summer of 2001, my friend, Gerald and I hiked the John Muir Trail. On the evening before we started out from Tuolumne Meadows, we sat on a rock by the river for a long time watching the water flow by. And I took the photo that I used for this painting.



Of the hundreds of photos I took on that three-week trip, one seemed to do an especially good job of summing up what it was like to be there. On our 13th day, we arrived at Palisades Lakes after a very hard day of hiking, set up camp, and finally got to relax and enjoy our surroundings. I used a bit of artistic license, and made the ridge a bit more rugged than the photo, but otherwise the scene is quite accurate.