Lately I've Been Avoiding All The Painting Blogs In My Blogroll

I actually have paintings to post. Three paintings. Don't know if I can, or should, though. I'm displeased with them for various reasons. Will probably start them all over at some point. 

Mostly I want to avoid painting for a little while. 

Then after an appropriate amount of sulking, I might take on these beautiful pointy evergreen treetops that I see out my window every morning. 

Camp Hill Plein-Air 2012

Ok, I know I haven't posted in a while, which makes it seem like I haven't been doing anything, but I have. Seriously you guys.

I've been painting nearly every day this week, just on long-term projects that are secret.

On top of that, today I participated in the 2012 Camp Hill Plein Air Quick Draw. It was awesome! 

I psyched myself out the day before, getting all nervous and even dropping by the neighborhood to stake out some good compositions ahead of time. I found a great spot at the corner of Willow Mill Park that gave me two nice options:

and:

In the 4 pm light, I was sort of leaning toward the house, with the sweet little shadows along the roof and clapboards, and the nice contrast-y shadows and highlights in that big tree. I knew the light would be drastically different in the morning, though, and sure enough when I arrived around 9 am, the house was flat grey-blue. The park, however, was glorious:

The sun was behind clouds for the first half of the morning, but some delicious long shadows were still stretched across the grass. Don't you love long shadows?

I'm so glad I got there early. I had plenty of time to set up and then sit and enjoy my bagel and coffee and just look. I tried to paint it all in my head, since real painting wasn't supposed to begin until ten. 

I was so nervous and excited beforehand - I imagine it's the way runners feel before their races - and my hands were even a little shaky for the first five minutes or so, but after that, things went really well, just like they should - underdrawing, shadows, deeper shadows, sky, fill it all in, and add highlights. 

Passer-bys were inquisitive and friendly, and showered me with encouraging compliments. Two hours was the perfect amount of time to fill up an 8x10 canvas without feeling rushed. And there was a funny sense of relief when noon rolled around and I absolutely was REQUIRED to stop painting.

I didn't take time to photograph my progress along the way, but here's the finished painting:

"Morning Shadows" Oil on canvas, 8x10"

And framed, for the show:

The colors are not very accurate here... I'm going to have to start using Josh's camera. 

Here's a picture of me and Amy, who also participated - in fact, Amy is the friend who first brought this event to my attention!

It was a fantastic morning. I'd guess there were about thirty other paintings in the competition. I didn't win any prizes, or sell my painting, or anything, but it was a really enjoyable experience to be a part of a real live plein air competition and show. And I couldn't help but thrill to notice that my painting fit right in with the rest. I'd even go so far as to say my painting was one of my top five favorites, and I don't say things like that often. 

I think today's victory is that I was able to paint the way I prefer, under pressure. That feels really good.

Well.

A failed painting does not make me a failure.
A failed painting does not make me a failure.
A failed painting does not make me a failure.

I'll probably be repeating that often. Right now I'm repeating it while looking at this:

 

I dunno. I came back to it today thinking I'd tighten things up. The pitcher wasn't so bad, but when it comes to those darn rose petals I'm stumped. I tried a million ways and scraped off a million layers, and this current way is not looking great, either.

Stylistically, I actually like it as is. If I saw this on Etsy, I'd think it was a cool, interesting painting and I'd pin it in my art folder on Pinterest*. Problem is, this is totally not the style I was going for, and it's a firm belief of mine that a good artist ought to be able to paint exactly how and what she wants.

Anyway, I'm leaving it alone for now. I took Harley on a bike ride and listened to this song on repeat for a while, and I'm feeling significantly better about life in general.

* I mean, no I wouldn't. 

Yeah, It's Been A While

"Blooms" oil on canvas, 8"x10"

Tonight I made myself loosen up. I painted with wide, loose strokes, but I found myself weighing each stroke very carefully.


Meanwhile, I am working on a surprise project. It could potentially become really deeply infuriating, so I've been putting it off for a while, but tonight I made myself get started. Progress shots soon to come.

Symmetry is neat.

This is one of my favorite songs to listen to while I paint. Saw the music video today and found it to be exactly how I imagined, only more symmetrical:

In other news, I've been doing a different kind of painting lately. Our main bathroom is now SUPER dark navy... maybe I'll post pictures later.

Sister Bluebird, Flying High Above

Here's something I painted for my father-in-law a few Christmases ago. He's a pilot, and he'd been asking me for a while to paint something aviation-themed. 

"Flight" Oil on Canvas, 24"x36"

Actually, I don't remember if those dimensions are accurate. 

I worked so hard to get those clouds EXACT, and I wish I'd loosened up a bit. I think it would have made for a more pleasing picture... easier to look at. For me, anyway.

Had a fantastic time in Oklahoma City, then worked for two days, then had a nice long Easter weekend! I'm starting to feel a little guilty about my work:vacation ratio as of late. 

Today I'm eating lots of candy and getting my YES on...

Starship Trooper, go sailing on by / Catch my soul, catch the very light 

Coffee Shop Sketches

Easter weekend. No school today, tomorrow, or Monday! I have the greatest job.


Inspired by Rob Rey's coffee shop sketches, I left this morning for Panera, got my favorite mocha + toasted whole wheat bagel combo, and started drawing.

Not my best work. I became impatient with my models (STOP. MOVING. Can't you see I'm DRAWING YOU??), and graphite that got all over my hands and sketchbook. Deep down, though, I knew I was making excuses for myself when the truth is that I'm just out of practice.

I left Panera a few hours later, thoroughly exasperated. 

I'll be back again, though.