Time Away. Who doesn’t like a little time away from the ordinary? I prepared a few canvas boards to bring up here to the lake for a week of painting. A little solitary time with the oils and brushes. The above painting is based on finding a fishing bobber in the sand. I picked it up and brought it back to the cabin and painted this for my brother. Because walking along the lake reminds me of my Dad, and thinking of my Dad reminds me of fishing, and thinking of fishing with my Dad reminds me of fishing with my brother when we were kids.
A calm sky and a lone boat in the sand ~ not what it looks like at Donner Lake, but I’ve yet to practice the pines that surround me.
Big glowing persimmon on a wooden crate ~ just because I wanted to see if I could paint it.
The most “realistic” pear I’ve ever painted. I kept wanting to add “digital speckles” but nope.
Key on a string ~ I have many of these vintage keys. My plan is to frame it with a wide wooden frame and drill holes along the bottom piece, adding small hooks to hang keys on at the cabin.
Blue Bowl ~ I feel like I got the reflections in the right places at least.
I have done a small series of landscapes digitally and thought I’d give it a go in oils. Eventually I hope to “branch out” with larger trees.
Lunch ~ I was told it looks like some sort of hat from Harry Potter (?) A small mosquito landed on the background and is still stuck in the oils. . . the perils of painting at the lake!
A simple cherry ~ while the oils were still wet, I moved the highlight to the left where it should be. Sometimes you cannot see the forest through the trees. This will be going to my sister-in-law, probably for her cabin in Northern Michigan where the cherries grow best.
And lastly, the stack of coffee cups inspired by all the stacks of coffee cups I’ve seen on Pinterest. I had painted this prior to coming to the lake, but decided to add the blue cup at the top. Why not? One more cup of coffee never hurts.
A week at the lake and I will return with 10 paintings. It’s a start. We will see where it goes. . . I really must think about going home now. I won’t be able to keep up the pace I’ve had here but the easel will be up and the brushes will be out.
Thank you for following along on the journey.