I've had several requests to paint at the Nannen Arboretum in Ellicottville, NY. When I got there it was very cloudy and the light was casting intermittent shadows. I set up near the Amano Hashidate Bridge and roughly painted in the scene. The sun only peeked out about once every 10 minutes and then for only about 30 seconds at a time. Shadows really complete a painting, so when they appeared I quickly sketched them in.
I've had a lot opportunities to travel around the United States and there are many beautiful places in our nation. No matter where the trip takes me one common thread remains, I always come home with the realization that Western New York is stunning in its beauty. This morning I received a suggestion for a place to paint. I had planned to head in the opposite direction, but decided to check this place out. It is on the very top of Dunkleman Hill, up a steep gravel road. Thank you again to the land owners for allowing me access. The view is so spectacular that I wasn't sure I could capture it on a 6" x 8" panel, So I just painted just a portion.
Today was one of those days that my dear, late husband Tommy would have been standing, smiling, with his arms crossed, shaking his head. It was suggested that I paint the barn in front of Holimont. I had scoped it out and I knew when the light was the best, so I headed over about 9:30 this morning. I parked and decided that the best place would be across the road, but the light wasn't quite right so I decided I had time for a cup of coffee. After getting the coffee I headed back and parked the van behind where I would be painting, so If anyone ran off the road, they would hit the van before they hit me (safety first). I got everything out of the van and began setting up... something seemed wrong... I opened my easel and I realized what it was, I forgot the paint, I FORGOT THE PAINT!!! Everything went back in the van and I headed home to get the paint. An hour later, the easel was up again and I was working on #21.
I had a great time painting at Pumpkinville today. I hadn't been there since Morgan was a little guy, so quite a bit had changed. I asked the nice folks there if they minded if I painted and they happily told me to paint anywhere I wanted. Then I went in search of my subject. I had a hard time passing up those cute goats, but the pumpkins won out. After all, It was "PUMPKINville".
I knew today was going to be a challenging challenge ;-)... I had an appointment in Buffalo at 1:00. That cuts my painting time in half. I decided my only hope was to get out early and hope to find something to paint, quickly. I got all of my supplies in the van and headed east (since that's the only direction I can go...) One quarter of a mile down the road the fog was just beginning to lift over the valley. I pulled the van over and started setting up, knowing that the fog would lift quickly. Time constraints are one of the many aspects of plein air painting. Light plays a huge role and the entire scene can change mood and atmosphere within a matter of 15 minutes.
Warning... Some of you are going to like this one and some of you are going to think... That I must've had a terribly bad day. I headed up to Allegany State Park, with the thoughts of hiking in on one of the Art Roscoe ski trails. I decided to head down Patterson. This trail is downhill and heavily forested. The sun was shining brightly but only a few flickers of light made it through canopy. I decided I wanted to try to show light flickering and to be very honest I was very worried about what the outcome might be. Please let me know your thoughts.
When I was in college I tended to stay away from art history classes like they were the plague. Many of them were hours of looking at endless slides in a dark room, with the professor droning on in monotone voice. A good art history class is very dependent on finding a good teacher. While I was at RIT, I found that teacher, in the art history course that was titled, "The History of American Architecture". After this course, it was like my eyes had been opened to the beautiful architecture that exists in our local area. This farm is a classic example. Even the barns tied together in Victorian splendor.
I started out my day, making a few phone calls to land owners to see if I could cross their land to hike back to a waterfalls that I thought might be interesting to paint. After gaining permission I hiked a short, but difficult trip to the falls, only to find that it wouldn't be in light until the afternoon. After making my way back to my van, I went to plan "B" and stopped in to our local blueberry patch, where I found this quaint old GMC truck. I love the color of the rust mixing with the blue.
Wow, half way through the challenge. I actually painted what I thought I would paint today. I saw this little peninsula when I scouted out Allegany State Park on Labor Day. I had wanted to paint it then, but being Labor Day, the Park was packed and there wasn't even a place to park. Today, I had the park to myself. Anyone who has been to Red House lake, no doubt, has fond memories of this spot.
I took this reference photo last winter when the dogs were searching out warm patches of golden sunlight to nap in. This is Kindle, she has the ability to become so relaxed that she melts into what ever she is laying on. This morning was a dreary, rainy day and I decided to stay in the studio. While setting up my paints I ran across this reference photo and fell in love with it again. I had planned to paint it in watercolors, but opted to try oil.