It's that time of the year! Who can resist painting a Fat Cardinal in a snowy pine? Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's a required "change of season" thingy as we approach the Winter Solstice. Also required, I believe, are paintings of Fat Juncos. Acrylics in Strathmore 500 Series Mixed Media Journal while painting with Kay in her kitchen.
Art and Oatmeal with Honeycrisp apple slices, dried cranberries, cinnamon, brown sugar, and a Lily of the Incas.
This is the first layer of gouache, white gel pen, and Pentel brush pen done during oatmeal.
By noon, the breakfast bloom was looking somewhat blase to me. Not the real flower, this species (Alstroemeria) lasts very long as a cut flower. It was the sketch that seemed to lack a spark. Since the art supplies were still on the kitchen table, I decided to "punch it up" a bit during lunch.
Covered the heavy black brush pen lines and added more color to the petals.
Also covered the white gel pen lines. I ended the "do-over" with a contrasting background allowing some of the flower to "bloom" into it. Still exploring the possibilities of gouache in the Strathmore 500 Series Mixed Media Sketchbook.
The road to Lancaster on November 19, 2016 was bright with azure skies. As I descended in altitude from the hills above Oley to the lower lying farmland in Amish Country, the temperature rose. The thermometer joyfully proclaimed 72 degrees.
There were trees along the way that had yet to give up their leaves of red, yellow and gold.
But during the afternoon the sky turned an unfriendly shade of gray.
And the wind kicked up and the oak leaves in front of the Museum flew. The temperature plummeted.
By 9pm the white stuff started to fall! A day of shorts and snow shovels.
Oil pastel resist with ink and watercolor wash for the colorful corn.
Ink and watercolor wash for the husk. Strathmore 500 Series Mixed Media Sketchbook.
Sketching at the North Museum November 19, 2016 with Carol and Sheila. Texas Turkey in gouache on Strathmore 500 Series Mixed Media Sketchbook. Couldn't help but think of Roz Stendahl while painting this!
Sketching in the Kitchen with Kay November 18, 2016, Walnut Woods, Boyertown.
Kay had these turnips for awhile and when they began to sprout, they became our still life to sketch.
My mantra that day was "No black lines, no black lines, no black lines, no black lines....." just to see what would happen without them. I always feel the NEED to add those black lines. I feel like it is something I MUST do to finish the sketch. I NEVER just let the picture be. Well, never say never. Watercolor (WITH NO BLACK LINES) in Strathmore 500 Series Mixed Media Soft cover sketchbook.
Back in early October when Hurricane Matthew was down off the coast of the Carolinas, a cold front kept the Mid-Atlantic from getting wet. Here, the frigid temperatures aloft, the high bright clouds, the golden sunlight, and the sapphire sky resulted in a unique meteorological event: iridescent clouds.
Standing so that a backyard tree blotted out the sun, I could see in the western sky a strange looking cloud that actually had a rainbow on it! I have seen clouds of many colors, but never an entire rainbow formed on a cloud! These iridescent clouds form when there are especially tiny ice crystals or water droplets in the air that cause the light to be diffracted or spread out creating a rainbow like effect in the clouds.
To the east of the sun there was a sun dog just peeking out from behind a cloud.
Ever since the scattered light event I have been working on this journal spread. On various days I have thrown collage, pen, marker, watercolor, molding paste, sparkly paints, and acrylics at these pages. This morning I finally decided to just be done with it and move on even though I am not happy with the results. In the bowl: oatmeal with Honeycrisp apple slices, cinnamon, brown sugar, and dried cranberries. And THAT, made me happy.
October 30th was unseasonably warm - 83 degrees. Down at the barn I was greeted by a "Loveliness of Ladybugs." Each one of the hundred red and black creatures seeking to secure a hibernation spot to spend the wintry days ahead.
Sitting on a bucket out in the pasture, filling the water trough and passing time with Corey the horse, movement caught my eye. When I looked to the fence line, standing there was an eight point buck. As he moved on, I hooted loudly a few times and he stopped and looked around for the source of the sound. I don't think he saw me. He moved on and I hooted and he stopped and looked. We played this game over and over until he disappeared into the woods at the far end of the field. Corey stood close by, watched, and I'm sure, was amused. Quick sketch with Derwent Graphtints.