It’s been a long time since my last post. I’ve needed to try some new adventures and experience some challenges. I’ve been walking outside my comfort zone. If you want to see what I’ve been up to, here is a link to my new website. It’s been a wild ride.
A friend asked if I would paint a watercolor from an old photograph as a gift for a couple who are retiring from a ministry in Canada. This ministry helps and encourages indigenous people in the area. When I was sixteen I worked as a cook and kitchen helper in this building. The image stirred so many memories.
Lupine on silk scarf (14″x 72″)
A friend called last week to ask if I had four silk scarves in stock. She was a bit frantic. Her daughter is marrying a Turk and his family is arriving in Alaska for the reception. My friend fears they will be cold, so wanted to give the ladies something pretty and Alaskan to warm them on their arrival. I didn’t have the scarves already painted, so I made them to order showcasing Alaskan wildflowers. I was thankful to have some lovely crepe de chine silk on hand. It is a bit sheer with an elegant drape. I like it because the colors dye vibrant into the silk. Silk will warm the new relatives a bit, but I guarantee they will be borrowing polar fleece or wool for our cool evenings.
Iris/Siberian Flag on silk (14″ x 72″)
Columbine on silk (14″ x 72″)
Iris/Siberian Flag on silk (14″ x 72)
Who doesn’t like to play in mud? Probably lots of people, but I found a YouTube video and couldn’t resist gathering the supplies to play in my own mud. Sheetrock mud.
I gathered leaves, kitchen gadgets, buttons, a doily ( my IQ seems to drop at least ten points when I say that word out loud), and other odd items. I was looking at hinges on a door to use, but thought that might be going a bit too far. My husband is very patient, but even I would feel a bit sheepish explaining why the door was on the floor (…and would you please help me put it back?) Maybe I could find hinges without a door attached…
Here is a photo of the textures I created. The dribble of black was from an old library stamp. I forgot to clean the ink off first. It all gets covered with paint.
Sheetrock mud on masonite
I’ll post again when they are painted.
Very few people know I carry a secret fondness for cows. Not “country” cows, but real dairy and meat cows. I’ve actually had my husband stop the car to take photos of cows. See, I told you he is patient. Here are some Alaska cows to brighten your day:
Some people knit, some hike, some read, some play golf. I sketch. I sketch for pleasure, but I also sketch to connect with my surroundings and unwind. For those who are just beginning to sketch, it might not be that way for you yet, but give yourself a break. The first days of learning to ride a bike aren’t mindless, are they? But after you get the hang of it, you are able to take in your surroundings and the bike is part of the experience. So too with sketching.
My husband and I hit the golf course on Friday. The snow and ice haven’t been gone long, but it was warm and sunny and the leaves were just coming out. Lots of spring noises and smells. For the record, I don’t golf. I can’t remember the difference between a bogey and a birdie. It’s hard enough to keep track of the innings. I walk or ride along and sketch. It isn’t fair for the golfers to keep those awesome views to themselves.
The greens were quite yellow. I considered fiddling with them later to add variety, but I decided to opt for the freshness of the moment.
Why should golfers only see this view? This took less than five minutes, then I hurry and catch up to my husband while it dries.
I’m not Sherlock Holmes, but I do love to nose around and look at my Facebook friends’ photos. It is so obvious to me what they love. It isn’t the volume of images, but the moments they capture and share. I’ve sketched a bird, a child, and a building. For the sake of variety and my whimsical nature, I chose this image for today’s post. I understand why a person would love a tractor. So much work shared to the rhythm of that engine. My boys loved getting rides in the bucket of Grampa’s tractor. It needs “Allis Chalmers” painted on it. A small detail, but love is in the details, right?
A loved tractor
Many of my friends on Facebook post such excellent photos. The light or composition might be stunning, but honestly, I’m looking for the love: love of nature or the love of a dad for his son. It’s the element I’m drawn to more than light, color, and composition. It’s where beauty finds a home. It motivates and stirs me. The photos I find and put in my “to sketch” file are mere ghost images of what my friends love. Sketching them is like holding a precious jewel for just a moment.
Since the past two images I sketched were of living beings, I thought I’d mix it up a bit with a structure. My husband’s cousin owns a beautiful home in New Hampshire she calls “Joy Hill”. She is an excellent photographer and has posted many lovely images, but this one caught my eye.
In a sketching group on Facebook, we were asked to sketch a square from a photo of an Italian street. The finished images will be on display in Palazzo Moretti, Italy. I’m not able to travel to Italy this year, but my sketch will be taking up a little space in that beautiful country.
Below is the photo and my interpretation. It was begging for life and a bit of story. I like to think of it as “Before the Fall”. A couple ways you could take that: romantic or humorous…or both.