Portrait progress...

I was hoping to get this picture mostly done today. Unfortunately, today was one of those days where I got sidetracked by minutia over and over again. It was difficult to stay on task but today was mostly productive.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Painting Plein Air...

This little set of paints was so perfect that it was hard to open it up and use it.

 A few of my friends have been painting landscapes from life recently. I've always admired those who can do that well, but painting flora and fauna while amidst flora and fauna has always been a challenge for me. 

I painted this one this morning. I had to stop when the sun rose too  high and changed the shadows.

Another good friend whom I will refer to as my BFF gave me a brand new set of Thomas Kinkade oil paints. The set contains a couple of dozen little tubes, all named differently than the paints I am used to. Will this make me a "Painter of Light" like the late great Mr. Kinkade? I am not sure but I did love the colorful set. One noteable color that was missing was a cadium red. The set contained cool and soft reds. Even the orange was a bit  cool. 
It was fun to work with his colors, but after a while, I broke down and threw a few of my colors onto the palette.

A crooked barn. Painting crooked buildings is a challenge,  you want the viewer to know you meant the structure to be crooked, otherwise they'll think you've had too many wine coolers.

Painting plein air is harder than some of my talented friends make it look. I am happy with my efforts on my first day, but plan on learning more about this before I have another go later in July.
Tomorrow I will return to my watercolor portrait, hopefully getting it farther along. I won't need sunscreen to work on it, and I won't have a pissed off mocking bird yelling at me the entire time.

A few patrons of the arts.

Emily and Madeline...

These lovely girls are sisters. I am painting their portrait on hot press paper in transparent watercolor.
After months of working digitally and in oils, it is refreshing to get back to water-based media.

I hope to get this done in one attempt, although watercolor can be very unforgiving. Some of my previous watercolors took two or three tries. I am approaching this picture differently than I used to. When I begin a painting, I work out the values first. I used to do that with layers of paynes grey and raw umber. This time I am working out the main values in pencil before I put down any paint. It is tempting to rush this stage of the painting because it can be pretty tedious. The next step is to lay in the lightest washes of skin tone and background colors.

Going to the fair...

"thirteen," oil on linen, 12" x 14" 2012

One of my portraits got selected for exhibition in this year's  Ohio State Fair. I packed it up and shipped it off today. This is a first for me. I've never exhibited in a fair before, county or state. The competition is pretty stiff, but maybe I'll get a cool ribbon :-)
We are really busy this summer, but I hope I get a chance to stop by and see the painting on display. Sending it off was a little stressful, kind of like the first day of kindergarten.

Portrait in red...

This one is on the easel right now. Hopefully it will be finished soon. I have a lot of little details to work out. I've learned so much about motorcycles.

Wrapping up ongoing pictures once and for all.

"thirteen" Oil on linen, 11"w x 14"h

I've been working on a few oil paintings all winter long. I am determined to finish them up and move forward this week (or maybe next week).
I've painted this pose of J a couple of times. This one uses an atelier method I found in a book. It is the first time I've painted on linen. This picture also represents the first time I've experimented with glazing techniques. It has been a learning experience, one I've enjoyed quite a bit. It is difficult to know when to stop. It got a bit over worked.
Conveying the look of boredom and incredulousness of a thirteen-year-old has been a struggle. If I try painting this again, I will try another pose.

Progress?... hopefully.

Our farmhouse sometime around 1910. The girls are the four Hoover daughters.

We had a tree cut down this spring. It was leaning over the house and in danger of falling. The tall old maple had stood through years of wind, sun, snow and rain. It was scarred from a lightening strike and was fighting a disease that caused some of it's limbs to rot. Despite being warned by friends and neighbors of the danger of this giant tree falling, the farm's former owner, Edward refused to cut it down. He was very fond of the old tree and the memories it must have conveyed. There is another maple that is about the same age on the front side of the house. It too bears the wear and tear of facing decades of Ohio weather. The other tree appears to have been split by winds or perhaps lightening. Upon close inspection, one can see that an iron cable was wrapped around the main trunk of the tree a long time ago. The purpose was to splint it  into place after it was somehow broken. Both trees are probably about a century old. I have a few photos from the turn of the century where they appear as saplings in front of the farmhouse. Maybe their impressive history is why Edward never had them cut down, even though one was dangerously close to damaging the house.

Fast forward to 2012. We are trying to preserve as much of the history of the farm as possible, while being sensible about the risks involved in letting an old tree stand over the house. We made the decision to cut it down in March. We also had the stump ground. The tree people contracted to remove all of the small limbs, stump, and branches, leaving behind the parts that could be used for firewood.
 What I didn't anticipate was how massive the tree was. Using a chainsaw, the tree surgeon cut the trunk and limbs into three-foot long sections.  Ralph tried chopping them a little at a time with an axe (think President Reagan circa 1985). The old tree was so massive and strong that it would have taken him years. Although he said it was a great workout, I don't think he would have ever been able to split up the sections of trunk. They were incredibly difficult to cut, the axe hardly made a dent on the surface.

The next idea was to rent a log splitter. I had never seen one before. A log splitter consists of a little trailer frame with a small gas engine on it. Welded to the other side of the frame is a sharp metal wedge.  When the engine is running an arm pushes a log along the frame and into the wedge. The motor has a transmission that allows the arm to push forward and backward. It was a two-person job, one would operate the arm and one (Ralph) would feed the logs into the splitter, making sure they would hit the wedge at a good spot. Some of the logs exploded and sent sap flying. 

The toughest part was getting the cross sections of trunk onto the log splitter. Ralph had a genius idea to dig a small trench in the ground place the back end of the splitter in it. This allowed the cutting area of the splitter to be almost level with the ground. The effort it took to dig the trench was worth being able to roll the pieces onto the the cutting area. Even so, it was still difficult to roll the chunks of tree around. We had to take our time and be careful not to hurt our backs. The other big risks seem to be the possibility of crushing our hand between the wood and the splitter or dropping a heavy log on our feet. I was really glad when the tree was all brought down to manageable pieces.

Slicing logs goes so much faster with a splitter.

Having a little fun after stacking the firewood. The side yard looks very bare without the old tree. We need get a  landscaper to help us design a plan for the entire yard.