Category Archives: Landscape
The Backroad Barn Challenge
Yep, folks, that’s a barn you’re looking at. Yep, folks, I painted that barn. Yep, folks, I’m rather proud of it. If you’ve read much of this blog, you know that I don’t paint barns — or any buildings —
The Backroad Barn Challenge
Yep, folks, that’s a barn you’re looking at. Yep, folks, I painted that barn. Yep, folks, I’m rather proud of it. If you’ve read much of this blog, you know that I don’t paint barns — or any buildings —
Morning Inspiration
I sometimes go through times when I don’t feel I’m learning, growing, or improving as an artist. At other times, the opposite happens, and I suddenly feel as if I’m taking gigantic leaps forward. Happily, I’m moving into one of
Morning Inspiration
I sometimes go through times when I don’t feel I’m learning, growing, or improving as an artist. At other times, the opposite happens, and I suddenly feel as if I’m taking gigantic leaps forward. Happily, I’m moving into one of
Just Messin’ Around
At this point in my art journey, I’m all about learning. I think I’ve developed a few basic skills after three years of painting, so I’m eager to spend time practicing and improving those skills. I think I’m teachable now,
Just Messin’ Around
At this point in my art journey, I’m all about learning. I think I’ve developed a few basic skills after three years of painting, so I’m eager to spend time practicing and improving those skills. I think I’m teachable now,
Tweaking
I recently completed a landscape painting and hated it. As I so often do, I’d managed to make a lot of mud. My colors were dull and uninteresting. I had only a limited range of values. I sighed, set it
Tweaking
I recently completed a landscape painting and hated it. As I so often do, I’d managed to make a lot of mud. My colors were dull and uninteresting. I had only a limited range of values. I sighed, set it
Oh, Beautiful, for Spacious Skies
We sing those words often here in America. I think of these words often, too, as I’m working at my easel. I love this beautiful land for its spacious skies, for its amber waves of grain, and for the majesty
Oh, Beautiful, for Spacious Skies
We sing those words often here in America. I think of these words often, too, as I’m working at my easel. I love this beautiful land for its spacious skies, for its amber waves of grain, and for the majesty
When It All Goes Wrong
Brace yourselves. Now that I’ve adopted the rule of never wiping away a work in progress, you’ll be seeing a lot of bad paintings, like this one: You’ll recognize it, of course, as yet another of my woodland scenes, and
When It All Goes Wrong
Brace yourselves. Now that I’ve adopted the rule of never wiping away a work in progress, you’ll be seeing a lot of bad paintings, like this one: You’ll recognize it, of course, as yet another of my woodland scenes, and
A Method to my Madness
Insanity, it’s been said, is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. By that definition, I might well be called crazy because my recent art practice has been based on taking a familiar “woodland scene” idea
A Method to my Madness
Insanity, it’s been said, is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. By that definition, I might well be called crazy because my recent art practice has been based on taking a familiar “woodland scene” idea
