Another dance in the Mission Peninsula orchards. The paint and canvas met each other with a raw energy which never waned throughout the whole painting. It doesn’t always happen that way, so it’s pretty cool when it does.
I hope you’re enjoying your spring. Wherever you are, and whatever is going on in your world, may peace and blessings be yours in abundance.
The orchards aren’t in blossom yet, but my thoughts are sure there; so I pulled out an old photo reference of a very happy memory. We all seem to have a heightened expectation this year for the full arrival of spring. Some of you who live in the southern or middle states are there already; woohoo!
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Apparently, collectors of my art enjoy skies as much as I do, so I continue to delve into this limitless subject. It’s a new exploration with each new sky. I find endless fascination in the many different settings, lighting conditions, color combinations, moods… .
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I hope you enjoy the latest paintings to come off the “easel.” (Actually, I don’t use easels anymore; for any artists out there who paint on large canvases and want to contact me for more information about how I paint against the wall, I have a most wonderful set-up now for the past number of months, and it has greatly improved my productivity and organization.)
I love the orchards and vineyards on this peninsula…one right after the other, not to mention the stunning view of the bay from both sides. This little house on a hill caught my attention coming, and going, and then circling around again to see it one more time!
Driving along the West Bay of Traverse City, I silently soaked up orchards, vineyards, barns and fields. The orchards were still sleeping…no blossoms yet. The feeling and the colors in the atmosphere were etched in my memory and burrowed deeply into my soul…until the moment they could find expression.