The day finally came to finish this painting. Well, not entirely finish, because after I photograph a painting, I usually see a long list of things to fix or change or improve. I don’t know why this becomes evident when looking on a screen; it is also true for my drawing students and other friends who paint or draw.
The tall trees were the next thing to paint, and I decided it was time to go in search of my floor easel for larger paintings. We have a lot of storage space, and it wasn’t easy to find or retrieve this thing. But, it was worth the effort—tall easel=ease of painting but ease of locating.
I cleared off the table where an easel usually sits. Whoa, I have a lot of brushes.
Then I lowered the painting so I could sit on the stool and still reach the top. I used to paint standing up. My feet used to not be numb. I’m thankful I can still paint at all.
Stop procrastinating, Central California Artist! You have a large painting to complete, so chop-chop!
First, I redid some of the background details (not so as you’d notice in these little photos, but I didn’t want you to think I was just sitting there.)
A tree grows in Mineral King/Three Rivers/on canvas.
And another tree grows.
Shrub and water time.
Now the canvas is covered. Time to let it dry.
I wondered what it looked like in real sunshine so I carried it outside for a photo. It isn’t signed and the edges aren’t painted, so it didn’t matter that the easel cast a shadow on the top.
Let’s have a little fun. . .
I think this is fun. Simple pleasures. . .
Before I put on my metaphorical critical hat, I just want to enjoy the sense of almost completion of this 18×36″ oil painting of classic Mineral King. I wonder if it will sell at Silver City, sell from my website, or hang on until the solo show in October at CACHE. . . more will be revealed in the fullness of time.
18×36″, oil on wrapped canvas, suitable for framing or ready to hang as is, Classic Mineral King, $1500
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Such a beautiful painting of an iconic Mineral King scene. (Side note: when my mother started entering her season of dementia, she would call me several times a day and ask me for the definition of “iconic.” She must have heard the word on TV and decided she needed to understand what it meant. Multiple times.)
I look forward to standing on this very spot later this month!
Thank you, Sharon. It certainly is the most popular scene that I paint.
Remember when “icon” meant “religious symbol”? Now it means “little symbol on your screen”.
I’m sorry you’re having neuropathy in your feet… it’s hard for anyone but for someone who likes to hike, and stand while painting. Very difficult! I hope you find a treatment soon.
Thank you, Anne. I’ve tried many things and soon will be seeing a neurologist. It is hard to accept that my days of long walks or hikes are past.
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