Category: Murals

I could have titled this “Mural, Day Thirteen” because I am not superstitious; however what if someone reading my blog is superstitious? Where in the world did that fear of #13 originate? Never mind, we have a mural to see.

After staring at this photo for awhile, I made a list of things to fix.

My plan was to go in the morning for the bright sunlight so that I could really see details. The parts I wanted to fix were small enough that the direct sun drying paint too quickly was only going to be a nuisance rather than a hindrance.

Alas, I was trapped at home for 3 hours. Southern California Edison is very proactive about replacing wobbly poles and cutting interfering trees.

I still made it to St. Anthony’s with bright sunshine on the wall.

An employee was present and asked me what was left to do. It was a good chance to articulate the parts that were not quite right and to cement the idea that they needed a bit of polishing. He was surprised by all my criticisms, and we had a good conversation in which he told me about a book titled “Beauty Will Save the World”. He said that the premise of the book is that people want to get rich in order to protect themselves from ugliness! That was an entirely new concept to me, and it certainly makes sense. 

Working all over the mural meant lots of ladder moving and climbing.

A partial list of what needed to be fixed: more branches above, 2 trees were too narrow at the top, one of the big trees was lacking in texture and was too red, more ferns at the base, and many more things too boring to burden you with.

The shade moved quickly, and it went from tee shirt weather to jacket time in very short order.

Most of the changes are too small to see in this format and probably could have been skipped, but that’s not the way I work.

You can see that the too-red tree is calmed down and has more texture now, but I will need to return to photograph it in bright sunlight.

I lay on the ground to sign, and as careful as I tried to be, my brush bounced all over the stucco. Thanks to my friend Jon, I was spared writing “www” before my web address. He recently taught me that “www is so last year”. I depend on my friends to haul me forward on those important trends.

Thank you for following along with my sequoia mural at St. Anthony’s Retreat (Santa Teresita Youth Center) in Three Rivers. No new murals are planned at this time, but I am always interested because:

I make art you can understand of things and places you love for prices that won’t scare you. 

On Day Eleven, I arrived when the sun was bright on the wall. It was difficult painting. The worst part is that my brush dries when I step back to view my work or contemplate my next move. If I toss the brush in the water bucket, then it is too drippy to use again and takes awhile to shake out. If I don’t toss it in the bucket, it goes solid. (So get another brush! But if I did that each time I stepped back, it would take me an hour at the end of a painting session to wash them all.)

Everything has trade-offs. The good side of bright sun on the wall is that it makes for better photos.

A list of work remaining: too much blue sky needs branches, more ferns at the bottom, background behind the tree to the right of the arch, more white fir trees in the foreground (the little bluish tree to the right of the far left tree), one of those medium trees gets too narrow too fast at the top, and I could keep going, but it is time to paint.

Plenty of detailing remains undone; I could work on perfecting things for days. Instead, I need to return to custom artwork with tight deadlines. St. Anthony’s Retreat is very flexible and have no deadline in mind for the mural.

This is the end of Day Eleven. I will spend some time studying the mural and then do my best to finish it in one more day of painting. “One more day”, not because anyone is pressuring me, but because I think the end is that close.

That probably means two more days. I want to keep drawing with my paintbrushes.

It was a little bit overcast on Monday, so I decided to try painting earlier in the day. I wanted to make up for the short days of painting last week when I got sidetracked into gardening and squeezing pomegranates.

My next painting day is Friday, so I’ll show you the progress on Monday, Lord willing, the creek, etc.

Thursday was a short day. My good friend works at St. Anthony’s, and she is a fabulous gardener. We got caught up inspecting plants, discussing deer repellent and deer resistant plants. We also discussed my juicer, which I lent to her; it is perfect for pomegranates, which she grows. 

Friday was also a short day. I had to dig some plants before I started painting. After I painted for about 1-1/2 hour, my friend came to find me because the juicer wasn’t behaving. I went back to the kitchen with her, and we spent the rest of the afternoon juicing pomegranates.

Friendship can trump work when there is no deadline.