How quickly one loses momentum! We have been back for ten days and I am only just beginning to pick up the pace again. I am trying to put every wonderful element in each small painting. Stop that. Economy is needed! The weather has been treacherous. Bitterly cold, colder than in your deep freeze. Even the hardiest are reluctant to go outside for fear of nipped noses and nasty falls. Pete is wearing flannel lined jeans and it is tempting to spend all day in a dressing gown slumped on the sofa. Are we paying the price for last years unusually mild temperatures? It was 4.8 F this morning. Not so long ago, I’d have layered up and gone for a run, I might even have worn a hat!
By mid morning we warmed to a balmy 20 degrees, and though there is a generous snow cover, the morning sun was golden and long shadows lay across the expanse of white, twigs were sparkly, and distant hills a soft mauve. I thought about my x country skis. They are showroom slippery, but so long unused that mice made a furry nest in the boots. It was just a thought.
No, I’m certainly not going to paint plein air. In my enthusiastic determined-to-be-an artist days, I worked out of a hatchback car, then moved to sitting in the front seat with the heater running while struggling with gear. I have gotten so smart that I work indoors, and if I want to paint a snowscene, which I mostly don’t, I go out in the car and take a photo, THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN, and then I come back and paint in a warm studio with a cup of coffee. Sharp!
Plein Air sailing scenes… sitting on the front of the boat, bobbing up and down in the swell? Well, if the brush stroke goes in the right place, accept it, otherwise wipe it off and try after the next wave. Best ever setting was the cockpit of Dancing Dragon, dressed in a bathing suit, with an easel set up on the console, while the boat was tethered to the mooring in Soper’s Hole, with dolphin and jacks in the clear blue water….…..
Had cake. Ate it all!