Finish the Painting, You Slacker!

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For weeks I have been showing bits and pieces of this slowly emerging commissioned oil painting of what I refer to as the best parts of Tulare County.

One day I decided to stop dabbling and just finish it. Then my neighbor texted me, and when I looked up, I saw her across the street. We haven’t talked for awhile, so I went over and pulled weeds with her while catching up. Then there was this, that, and another thing before I remembered the day’s resolution: FINISH THE PAINTING (YOU SLACKER).

Eventually I realized that most of what remained was details, in other words, drawing with my paintbrush, which is my favorite part of painting.

However, there was still some difficulty in diving in, due to the nature of the fakery on the canvas. I wasn’t trusting my own experience to make the hills and groves look believable. 

What’s a Central California artist to do?

Pick up her brushes and begin, that’s what.

Here is the day’s progression of baby steps, tackling one section at a time (without stopping to pull weeds for about 5 hours straight).


The last step was to paint the edges.

After the painting is dry, I will flip it over and study it further. If there is nothing else left to do that will make any improvement, I will sign it, photograph it, and spray-varnish it. I will consult with the very patient Mr. Customer about a title, write it on the back, and pass it along to its new home.

There! That wasn’t so hard, was it? (Says The Slacker with a slight twitch. . .)

Painting, Wandering, Waiting, and Wondering

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I am slowly working on the commissioned oil painting, and wandering around the yard while waiting to hear about two mural projects (each with two murals) and wondering about several subjects.

Oil Painting Commission

Wandering

Sometimes while thinking about the painting, I amble around the yard.

 

Wondering

I am wondering if the host of my website will sort out the evil robot situation, if I will be able to make the oil commission match Mr. Customer’s vision, when I will hear about those upcoming murals, when I might be able to start, and why the deer haven’t eaten all these irises and roses.

 

 

A Conversation with Mr. Customer

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Mr. Customer and I had a texted conversation about his commissioned oil painting.

Me: Is this starting to look like what you are wanting?

Mr. Customer: It is!


Me (knowing that he is a very encouraging and positive person and needing to verify things a bit further): I have made the mountains as perfect as I know how but I am faking the hills in front of them. The only place the mountains looked that clear and perfect and visible was from Rocky Hill, but from there the hills were just one solid ridge. Hence, fakery. 

Mr. Customer: Pretty darn close

Me: I aim for believability. No one memorizes the actual configuration of the hills, and most people only know a few specific peaks. But even those look different from every viewpoint. So as long as you are happy, then I am happy too.

Mr. Customer: I will be happy. Just so you know.

Yippee skippee! I am happy too!

Paint, Yarden, and Paint More

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The commissioned oil painting of mountains is challenging. I paint a little, get stuck, try to figure out which photo is my guide for whatever section I am working on, paint a little more, and then take a break. Here’s how that looked a week or so ago.

Yeah, no problem, I got this figured out.


Wait, where am I? These rocks aren’t lining up with the right peaks. Where’s a pencil??

Yeah, I got this figured out.

Hunh? Time for a break. I’ll just survey things in the yard, pull a few weeds, decide the next priorities.

Does that mean yard priorities or does it mean oil painting priorities?

These weeds are sure pretty. But remember, one year’s weeds equals seven years seeds. . .

(Oh yeah? Then why do I have prolific weeds in the areas that I have been weeding for 24 years?)

The iris around the pillars are supposed to be prettier than the weeds, but they haven’t bloomed yet.

STOP IT! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PAINTING.

I walked back to the painting workshop but kept seeing beautiful things and weeds on the way.

Finally got back to work. 

Oh no. Now I have to figure out the foothills, again working from forty-eleven photos.

In case you were wondering, I LOVE to work at home, both in the yard and in the painting workshop. 

And I Thought I Knew These Mountains

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After figuring out how to get the right third of the mountains correct, I worked my way back across the canvas, using a darkish blue to delineate the parts I could see. I marked the center of the picture be able to gauge my progress.

Wait! Where is Moro Rock?? It didn’t show up well from the top of Rocky Hill, and I forgot to be sure that it appears in the painting. I thought I knew these mountains. Recalibrating. . .

Why didn’t I know that the other 2/3 would be just as confusing?

Just my usual approach—the triumph of hope over experience.

Time to study all the photographs again and make some new sketches. I needed to see the section from Sawtooth north to Castle Rocks, and then the farthest north section from Castle Rocks to Moro Rock. Each photo had different information, and some were just useless. This made it easier, because there were fewer solutions to choose from.

I made the contrast weirdly strong in order to see details, and also put a few lines on some of the photos. Here are just two samples of what I was working from:

 

Sometimes there is a longer distance between Sawtooth and Homer’s Nose, sometimes Sawtooth barely shows, sometimes trees block peaks, and the light is always different, causing changing shadows that make it hard to recognize peaks.

There comes a point when decisions have to be made and paint must be applied. So, suck it up, buttercup, and make some progress here.

I believe these mountains are correctly placed, correctly sized, and accurately shaped. 

The next step could be either to detail the distant mountains or to get all the foothills accurately placed.

Accurately placed from which viewpoint?

I thought I knew these mountains.

 

 

Deciphering a Mountain Range

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The mountains in this oil painting commission need to be accurate.

I thought I had it all figured out, and then I got confused.

Are you confused also? These photos are all a little bit different, possibly getting incrementally more accurate, but probably looking identical to you.

In the photos, sometimes it looks as if Sawtooth is close to Homer’s Nose, and other times it seems as if there is more distance. Sometimes Sawtooth looks shorter than others, with the point barely visible.

What is going on here??

I have been gathering reference photos from different viewpoints, at different times of day, for a few months (years, actually). The views change with the viewpoints. That’s should have been obvious. 

Instead, I focused on whether or not I could see the mountains through the smog or the clouds.

Up until now, it hasn’t mattered that I have been faking the mountains that I can’t recognize or name.

So, I looked at a photo from my friend’s balcony, a photo from the freeway, and a photo from the top of Badger Hill, and one from Rocky Hill.

Then I sketched each one so I could understand the differences.

Now I know the distances that need to be between the peaks to emulate the view that Mr. Customer wants, and because of the annotated photo, I should be able to make the complete and correct shapes.

This stretch of mountains is just a third of the painting on the upper reaches. I will need to do this on the other 2/3, and then I get to start deciphering the hills and the groves. Maybe I can make that part up. Maybe I will have to.

I thought this would be an easy job because of the familiarity of the subject. . . no such thing. 

 

Painting a Frugal Pear

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What is a “frugal pear”?

So glad you asked.

I regularly read a blog titled The Frugal Girl. In April she posted a beautiful photo of a perfect pear. I asked her permission to paint it, which she graciously granted. 

Even though I often tell you that this is an art business and I have to paint the things that customers and potential customers will be interested in, occasionally there is an irresistible picture or subject, and I cave in.

One layer of paint would be very frugal, but I can do better. I signed it prematurely, but I was able to add another layer and preserve the signature.

Frugal Pear, 6×6″, oil on wrapped canvas, $65 (plus sales tax if you live in CA and shipping if we aren’t traveling in the same circles.)

Finding Information (Instead of Woo-woo Inspiration)

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I was procrastinating (and yardening) in order to think. Sometimes procrastination is simply waiting for inspiration. If you are a person of faith, that is a time of waiting for the Lord to show the way through some of life’s more puzzling situations.

One of my puzzling situations was how to paint the mountains accurately on a commissioned oil painting when I didn’t have the right photos. Sure, Part A is in Photo A, Part C is in Photo C, but then Photo B doesn’t match or fit because it was taken from a different location or there is a tree blocking what I need to see.

I can fake mountains and foothills pretty well, but this particular painting is calling for accuracy. Well, actually, Mr. Customer is calling for accuracy in the mountains, and I fully understand and endorse his desire. The point of the painting for him, besides recalling a moment in time, is to be able to see specifically which peak is where. 

I had a good start, but there were some significant difficulties, such as what happens between Castle Rocks and Sawtooth. I could make a few white dabs, but when Mr. Customer and I try to name peaks, our efforts would be stymied by misleading information. (Heaven forbid that we participate in dis and mis information!)

The answer came while having lunch on Rocky Hill.

Let’s crop and enhance it.

Nope, this isn’t the span of mountains I am seeking. It’s in this photo, but those beeves are in the way.

I cropped out the cattle, messed with the exposure so the mountains were very distinct against the sky, and VOILA! (That is French for THIS IS WHAT I WANT AND NEED! Maybe. I don’t speak French.)

Was I seeking inspiration?

Maybe. People who aren’t artists think there is some sort of woo-woo inspiration thing that causes artists to do our thing.

I am more practical. There is beauty everywhere, subjects that would make great paintings, but as a professional, I have to take into account what my customers (and potential customers) want.

So, more than inspiration, I was seeking information, but needed help to find it, and then, right on time, the Lord provided. (If you are not a person of faith, you might credit “the universe”. That’s too woo-woo for me.)

 

 

 

Planning, Hoping, Dreaming, Wishin’ and Wantin’

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“Planning, Hoping, Dreaming” reminds me of something Beth Moore has said, “Are you wantin’ and wishin’ instead of believin’ and receivin’?”

Indeed.

Someone Important told me last August that he was looking for a muralist. He’d been talking to an artist who didn’t return calls and was frustrated by the lack of response. He told me I could have the job.

Coolio.

I went to the location, measured, photographed, and discussed the project with the person who worked at the location. Purposely vague here, but more will be revealed.

Then I got to thinking, sketching, writing up notes, designing. Oh yes, this could be very excellent!

When I had some good ideas, three, each one a different size and price because I had no idea of the budget, I called Mr. Important Someone. Nothing. Left another message. Silence, or as the current cliché goes, “crickets”.

I saw Mr. Important Someone in October, and I whapped him on the arm with the stack of papers in my hand. “Mr. Someone, you have not returned my calls, and I have good ideas to share with you.” 

He had reasons (very busy, because he is Important), and was remorseful, charming, and engaging, which has probably contributed to his being Someone Important.

The cricket fest continued, until April 6, when I got an arts newsletter with a Call to Artists to bid on the project that Mr. Someone had all but promised me.

Sigh.

I am really wishin’ and wantin’, while planning, hoping and dreaming, all ready to believe and receive.

This sort of enterprise is part of the the business of art, lots of conversation until money exchanges hands. The deadline to submit a proposal is April 26; a decision will be reached sometime in May.

Stay tuned. Photos will follow IF I am chosen for the project. (Maybe even if I am not, and then you all can tell me where I went wrong.)

1997 Coming Back to Haunt Me

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A few weeks ago, I got a real letter in the real mail from a real person. She said my phone wasn’t working (this is common), nor was my email (also common), so she resorted to old fashioned means of communicating, which I believe to be superior in many ways, but that isn’t a topic for this post. (You can read about such things here.)

She was part of something called The Green Hotel Restoration Foundation, and they ran out of the 1000 notecards of my pencil drawing of their building. (That’s a burn rate of 38 cards per year, in case you are curious). The foundation wanted more cards.

Back in 1997, I didn’t have much of a computer, nor did I have a digital camera or a scanner. The only record I kept of my work was an occasional photocopy, a slide (remember Kodachrome?), or if the customer had cards or prints made, I’d keep an extra.

The printing company I used back then is out of business, and even if they weren’t, they certainly wouldn’t still have the plates and negatives used 26 years ago (that’s how offset printing use to be accomplished).

I called her, since obviously my email isn’t speaking to her email, and asked her for the original. 

Oh-oh. No one knows where it is. We had a great visit, then she told me that her cousin would take over the project.

Her cousin and I had many phone conversations, with lots of ideas batted around to figure out how to get more cards without having the original, and more ideas about where to look for it (the foundation balked at paying me to draw the hotel again), and we reached an impasse. 

Then I had an idea. I went rooting around in my many stacks, boxes, drawers, and binders of old cards and prints, and sure enough, I found the Green Hotel.

I scanned and photoshopped it into printing shape, since printing something with an ivory background will not yield good results.

A few more phone conversations, many undeliverable emails and lots of various attempts, and finally, finally, this drawing was in the determined and capable hands of The Green Hotel Restoration Foundation.

Then I wrote a copyright release letter and an invoice for the photoshop work. This wasn’t what one could refer to as highly profitable in terms of monetary gain, but I sure did enjoy talking to these two dynamic women, devoted to history, determined to get a thing accomplished, and very quick-minded.

To top it all off, Cousin Lady lives across the street from my brother-in-law’s parents former home, so despite being in a county to the south of Tulare County, the small-world-ness of my little life is alive and well.