Thursday, November 26, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Yesterday afternoon I went to the top of Sheep Hill again. The daylight hours are shrinking. I painted from two to three when the sunlight started to disappear on the other side of the hill. The valley areas were still lit up but that didn't help me near the top. I should mention that the actual top of the hill is covered with trees so I can't actually see the other side where the sun vanishes.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
This is the second painting done simultaneously with another at the top of Sheep Hill yesterday. This view looks east-southeast, with Greylock in the upper left, and the foreground hill sloping from right to left.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Earlier today I went to the top of Sheep Hill next to Bee Hill Road. I painted two 9x12 panels at the same time. This is the one on the left side of the easel with the hill sloping down from left to right. The view is facing north-north east. I'll post the second painting tomorrow. Somebody asked me why I am painting two pictures at once. Don't I already have enough? I couldn't answer that question. I certainly have to paint twice as fast, which is an experience worth trying now and then.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
While I was sitting behind the old white farmhouse at Haley Farm yesterday morning, planning to do another drawing, I looked at the old fruit tree (a pear tree?) located there, and started to draw. The tree appears on the right side of the previously posted drawing.
I return to drawing in times of transition, trying to decipher where to proceed, hoping maybe this time the tree would tell me.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
This drawing depicts the little farmhouse at Haley Farm at the end of Hopper Road. I thought that I could draw it faster than I could paint it. The afternoon sun seems to move more quickly now that the day light hours are fewer. I've been told that the farmhouse will be torn down at some point. There's a big hole in the roof suggesting the end is near. But it still has a clapboard brilliance in the sunlight.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
So there I was, in the middle of the pasture, on the edge of the woods. It was quiet, warm in the sun despite the chill in the air. What am I going to paint? Should I just give up, go somewhere else, or find something here where I'm standing? Why am I here? So I placed my easel facing towards the sun to keep the light off the panel, and painted what was behind me.