Hill and Vale (last stage)

Here is the finished landscape of yesterday’s post. Just seeing it again brings back the complete sensation of the this particular outdoor scene. If you look closely, (in yesterday’s post especially) you may find a tiny gnat in the sky that dove in and expired. I owe a debt of gratitude to the little critter for this sacrifice which lends greater realism to my work.
Hill and Vale (beginning stage)

In September, a few of us of the plein air type set up our easels to paint the beautiful landscape surrounding our home in Chardon, Ohio. Nothing is more immediate than filtering through you all that you sense to the end of your brush, from the smell of the earth to the sounds in the trees. Whenever I produce a painting outdoors as I did this one, it later has the power to recall all facets of the experience. This is the first half of development in the painting.
Daisy

A few strokes, a quick gesture, and a simple statement of daisiness. This is really a very small canvas of 4 inches square, so it is best filled with bold, limited strokes of color. The attempt forces one to express essence only… a very good discipline in paint.
Open Flower

I found these items left for me in my room when I returned home to our Chardon center. The lotus-like candle holder was a connection with the country from which I had just come; capiz shell is used for windows, lights, and decorations all over the Philippines. It is transparent and opaque at the same time. The small statue of Mary in prayerful receiving gesture and uncomplicated shows her also as an open flower. I was just getting back into painting again, when I reached for this instant still life.
Easter Daffodils

Yes, it is Fall, not Spring, but somewhere daffodils are blooming, yellow trumpets sounding off on life. These were Easter flowers for dining room tables, and they added to the the joyful celebration as all marveled at their hardiness and beauty. Now we are preparing to tuck Resurrection under snow and ice, only to be reminded again that death is merely an illusion.
