A Studio Painter, for Certain.

The week in Monterey was a great enjoyable time, and also a real learning experience. So many beautiful things to paint, it almost didn’t matter if we drove anywhere or just stayed put.

Plein air has never appealed to me, and it was stinkin’ hard, but I think I got better as the week progressed. I don’t love the process or the results enough to invest in a good easel/tripod set up (those run $700-$1000!) I’m still not convinced that it improves one’s skill; maybe it does if plein air is the preferred style, but honestly, I look at those paintings by people who are a Big Deal and think that someone needs to find a good optometrist.

So, I am fully committed to being a studio painter. It is good to have decided who I am, finally, at age 65, after 18-1/2 years of oil painting. Maybe someday I’ll get a wild hare and try to paint quick, thick, and sloppy slick (but I may not sign those).

However, I don’t consider the time spent painting plein air as a waste of time. It taught me a way to paint a little bit faster, how to focus more on the composition, that my easel was a major annoyance, and now I have the ability to paint plein air, should anyone ask me to do so (more for the process than the product).

A clean palette without sand and a level place to set it—such a relief.
A long-overdue sequoia painting is drying before scanning and delivery.
A little more progress on the Marble Fork bridge.
This is a commission of a giant tomato for someone in Florida.

You may have heard me profess my love of the beach in the past a time or two. I ordered a stack of snapshots of the beach and waves, along with some smooth 5×7″ boards (called “gessobord”) to practice painting waves and beach scenes. IN THE STUDIO!! FROM PHOTOGRAPHS!

BECAUSE I AM A STUDIO PAINTER!

So there.

Simply Home

Navel Contemplation, 10×10″, oil on wrapped canvas, $200

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2 Comments

  1. I think it’s so funny that at 65 or 70… we finally discover who we are. Or perhaps we accept and are HAPPY with who we are.

    God created us uniquely for the work set before us. ?

    That’s pretty neat.

    • Preach it, Sistah!!

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