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Back to the Easels, the Sawhorses, and the Big Chair

Oil paintings generally happen on an easel; acrylic mural paint goes onto panels of scrap wood resting on some sawhorses. What’s “the Big Chair”? Glad you asked. Keep reading.

Sawhorse Project

Kaweah Arts requested a panel with a single redwood where the entire tree is visible. I have 2 different sizes of these panels, and instead of waiting to hear which size the customer wants, I will paint them both. These sell steadily to people passing through while visiting Sequoia. Eventually, The Park will be reopened, and those customers will resume stopping by Kaweah Arts while on their way to The Park.

I don’t think this is quite finished but I was running out of daylight.

On the Easels

These were on the easels. The top one is a bit of a do-over and the others are just the first pass over the canvas. They will help resupply Kaweah Arts after I rob them of the large paintings to take to the Courthouse Gallery for the show Images of Home.

These are ready to be varnished.

The Big Chair

A friend makes these giant redwood Adirondack chairs; I painted an indoor mural to earn a few of these. This one was in the perfect position to hold 5 paintings while they dried in the sunshine after I varnished them. Can’t even see the chair, can you?

Okay, here comes the announcement. I hope it doesn’t become invisible to you from too much repetition.

Images of Home

Exeter Courthouse Gallery

November 14 – December 30, 2021

Opening Reception – Sunday, November 14, 1-4 p.m.

Two New Big Trees

A few months ago, I went out on a limb and used my mural paints to put a Giant Sequoia on a panel that was about 1-1/2×5 feet. It was at Kaweah Arts for awhile, and then it sold. The next day, someone came into Kaweah Arts, cash in hand, excited to buy that Giant Sequoia. They snoozed and loozed. (Just say it aloud – you’ll get it).

Trail Guy and I went through our lumber scraps, and he was able to put together another one of these panels, this time 2×4′. He set up some sawhorses, and I put the new panel on them, along with a smaller one from the previous project.

This is how it came together.

These don’t show the entire tree because the proportions of the panels are wider than the first one. The entire tree on these panels wouldn’t fill the space well; it would be too skinny and leave too much empty space around the tree.

But I hope those cash-laden folks like one of these anyway.

P.S. I don’t know how to classify this. It feels like a mural because I used my acrylic mural paints, but it isn’t on a wall.

Really Big Tree for Kaweah Arts

Today is the grand opening of Kaweah Arts!

Kaweah Arts, 41841 Sierra Drive, 10-6 today

So, I painted a really big tree for them to sell.

The really big Big Tree is about 5 feet high by 16″ wide. It isn’t quite finished in this photo, because I wrote this post before “drawing” a few more details, signing, and painting the edges.

It is $250. Why so inexpensive? Because mural paints cost less, the wood panel was free (thank you, Trail Guy), and it is painted ever so much quicker than an oil painting.

Also because I use pencils, oil paint, and murals to make art that people can understand of places and things they love FOR PRICES THAT WON’T SCARE THEM.

Come see it at Kaweah Arts in Three Rivers today!!

P.S. It costs a fortune to have a transplant, and while insurance covers much, there is much that it does not cover. If you feel generous and inclined to help my friend, Rachelle, this is the best way to do so: HelpHopeLive.Org

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Big Panels With Mural Paints*

Some friends had this tired thing by their kitchen door. I asked if I could repaint it. Then, Trail Guy tried to strip off the peeling decal so that I could paint. He decided it was a losing proposition, so he built me a new panel. Then he built me another one with the scraps.

I decided to go ahead and paint right over the peeling decal for my friends (it was probably headed for the trash anyway), and then paint something to sell on the new panels. Maybe some poppies would look good on the smaller panel.

That was all a bit ambitious, because this needed to be done with acrylic paint rather than oils. Mural paints, actually, so that they wouldn’t cost a fortune and take forever to paint and to dry. Mini-murals – no big deal, except that I forgot how very annoying those quick-drying paints are. Because of that quick drying problem, it is quite hard to draw with my paintbrush, i.e. make the details perfect.

I don’t like it yet. Needs more leaves and stems, lots more greenery, more than I feel capable of making up without photos to refer to.

And you can see how much I liked the poppies.

Bye-bye, poppies.

Tomorrow I will show you what I did with the new sturdy panel. (Yes, tomorrow, in spite of it being Saturday.)

*are much harder than I expected.

P.S. It costs a fortune to have a transplant, and while insurance covers much, there is much that it does not cover. If you feel generous and inclined to help my friend, Rachelle, this is the best way to do so: HelpHopeLive.Org

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Mural, Final Day

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.

Mural, Day Twelve

The last time I worked on the mural was about 2 weeks ago. Trail Guy stopped by and took this photo. This mural is one of the least social I’ve painted, other than the ones at my house. Now you have proof that I worked on it.

I thought I would be able to finish the mural yesterday. Instead, I held back a little, with the intention of spending time today really studying it, making the little improvements that make me proud to put my name on the mural. I am more motivated to finish things than to perfect them, so this is a matter of professional discipline.

It has been a few weeks since I was at the mural and there are quite a few leaves on the ground. Doesn’t matter – just an observation. This photo was taken with a phone rather than a camera.

I wonder why the camera’s pictures are more dull than the phone.

I stood there a bit, studying the mural, trying to remember what I had planned to do next.

That’s right – too much empty sky.

Over the archway too – too empty.

Better.

This is how it looked at the end of the painting session yesterday. I will study this photo and make some notes to take with me today.

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Mural, Day Eleven

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.

More before, but it was too dark to get a decent photo of the after version on this section.

This is an example of that blue sky that wants branches. It will have to just wait awhile.

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.

Mural, Day Ten

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.

It is time to figure out the background to the left of that tree.

I stopped for a mini lunch break (both the lunch and the break were miniature), a chance to study the mural and make a mental list of what is needed. While sitting there, I decided that the large tree I just detailed is too heavy at the base.

Meanwhile, I was captivated by the view.

There. The tree now has a more believable shape. I took some off of each side.

I’ve been planting ferns for awhile, so maybe I’ll climb back on the ladder. There is too much sky on the left side of that tree.

Whoa – dark already? Definitely cold, and it is hard to paint when one is shivering and can’t see.

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

Mural, Day Nine

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.