Saturday, August 1, 2015
Friday, July 31, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
The fields are being mowed again, so I went up to one of my favorite spots in the shade at the corner of a now accessible large field before the Hopper. The weather has been so humid that the hay is not drying well, so I was told.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I did this quick oil sketch while painting alongside plein-air painter Walter Pasko, who introduced me to Petersburg, New York yesterday morning. We were on Dayfoot Road where it crosses the Little Hoosic River. There are lots of interesting, colorful houses just around the corner past this bridge.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
This view shows the entrance to the tree-lined tunnel path that serves to lead hikers to the trails at Haley Farm at the end of Hopper Road. I set up in front of a tractor to paint it yesterday in the morning I was so close to the tractor that I backed up into it at least once. You can't see the tree-line tunnel path. It's on the right. I've been trying to figure out how to paint it. It's always dark in there, and has piled up stone walls on both sides beside the trees.
Friday, July 24, 2015
This a view, on a 12x12 oil on panel, of Hemlock Brook as it meanders through a pasture on a brilliantly sunny morning, yesterday morning. The cows are responsible for the eroding bank on the right, but that bank, in conjunction with the stream, is what attracted me to this location. Fortunately, the cows were busy elsewhere.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Yesterday morning, I was down under the bridge over the Green River on Route 43 near Five Corners. I wanted to add a little structure to my small 8x10 painting, so I painted the bridge from the farthest point that I could go. On the unseen side of the underbridge, there's plenty of room to stand and paint looking out on either side.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
To paint this picture, I set up yesterday afternoon outside of the tree-lined path at Haley Farm. I'm facing west toward the Taconics with the Hopper at my back. Hikers and walkers went by in the path, and amazingly they never saw me even though I was clearly visible. I could have been a bear, a painting bear. There must be a lot of things we never see.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Yesterday, I lugged my stuff around Field Farm until I saw these trees (and a conveniently placed shady area, which was probably the determining factor), and painted away for an hour or so. When painting, one doesn't notice time passing. In the distance I could hear the nearby farmers baling hay. I've talked to a couple farmers who have told me how much they love to hay. Maybe it's a similar experience to painting outdoors. This painting is actually another variation on the Hopper screened by trees. It's located in the background on the right.
Friday, July 17, 2015
After completing this painting I realized how similar in composition it is to the painting I posted earlier today. I completed the other in the morning and this one in the afternoon of the same day, yesterday. The main exception is that that the water doesn't move much at the second location or this painting. It's a view of the most accessible corner of the pond at Field Farm. I was there again this morning, and everything is different in the morning; most importantly, the sky reflects differently. Little blue, because the sun is in front instead of behind.
I mentioned the other day that David Curtis thinks a worn brush helps plein air painting. Gruppe writes that if you really look, you can paint with a stick. I think that new and good brushes work best.