Last night, as I shuffled into bed, it began really raining, so I put plans to paint this morning at Sauvie Island on the back burner. I checked the forecast on my phone. Rain. Boooo. My alarm first sounded at seven, and sure, the sky was gray behind the blinds, so, sleep took me again. But, then, at eight o'clock I lifted those blinds to find a proud blue-bird day! So, I got the coffee going. I fixed myself a bowl of oatmeal. I dumped all the acrylic paint tubes from my pochade box, and replaced them with oil. I primed a 4" x 6" panel and set out for a closer local in case the weatherman followed through. Across the Street and up the hill, in our Rose Garden's Amphitheater I stood: standing in her primped northwestern grass/bog, I was a star, alone on the stage. Conifers of all kinds peered down at me. Jealous maybe. One in particular caught my attention. Dear Douglas Fir, what's your fancy? What moves you? The rain? Birds answered: He's awfully honored to pose for you kind sir! -chirps all around. And so, I painted, he stood still, and the rain held off for a time. The sun making the grass glow. I worked until pools of water formed in my oils. Now, I'm home and it's still raining hard out there.
This week's assignment for the Poetry class I'm taking at Portland State University: Tell one truth and one lie. Doesn't matter what order, nor how long. I found a lollypop, and created the daily trash below.
Sauvie Island is located in the Columbia River, just Northwest of Portland. It makes for a great weekend day trip with it's small scale agricultural aesthetic, and sandy beaches. Last week I spent a few more hours there painting, enjoying the respite from the computer-driven commissions I've been working on. This painting below, inspired by a barn on the island may be frightfully kitsch in a Kincadian way (as in Thomas Kincade [painter of light]), but perhaps pulls through on an ironic-psychedelic level with the teal/olive-green/peach color combo. Recently, I have been working in Acrylic, but plan on returning to Oils, for their long working time, and end-all romantic aesthetic. I plan on spending a good deal of time painting in the field this summer. Also: concocting some schemes to sell at weekend markets around Portland, and online at Etsy.com. So stay tuned! Should be an adventurous summer!