Did this little sketch while selling hammocks at the Green Bench Indie Market in St Pete. Clouds from life but water from imagination. Will be auctioning these little sketches through my Daily Paintworks gallery.
I'm having my first ever portfolio thinning sale. When we travel back up north in May, my portfolio must fit in under our pop-top roof in our VW van and right now it is too fat! I'll be putting some of my plein air pieces up for auction on Daily Paintworks site.
You'll be able to bid on this piece starting tomorrow, Thursday, March 16th. Here is the link.
So, I guess it's already time to start making some art for this summer in Provincetown. Ruby is my favorite sailboat to pastel in Ptown harbor. Hope she will be back again this summer. Thinking about doing a series of red boats as people have been asking for them. Not sure where I will hang them perhaps at the Hammock Shop. We'll see.
View from my Ticket to the Moon Hammock at Hammock Con 2017, a hammock "convention" at Doe Lake, Ocala National Forest in Florida. I brought my 60 half stick set of Great American pastels along with some small scraps of Wallis paper. My art supplies along with my hammock weighed in at less than 2 pounds. Planning many sky studies in the near future!
Happy New Year! Working on Empty Boat and emptying my boat. Many people have used my empty boat paintings on their blogs along with different versions of Chaung Tzu's parable. Here is Thomas Merton's interpretation..
“The Empty Boat
He who rules men lives in confusion; He who is ruled by men lives in sorrow. Yao therefore desired Neither to influence others Nor to be influenced by them. The way to get clear of confusion And free of sorrow Is to live with Tao In the land of the great Void.
If a man is crossing a river And an empty boat collides with his own skiff, Even though he be a bad-tempered man He will not become very angry. But if he sees a man in the boat, He will shout at him to steer clear. If the shout is not heard, he will shout again, And yet again, and begin cursing. And all because there is somebody in the boat. Yet if the boat were empty. He would not be shouting, and not angry.
If you can empty your own boat Crossing the river of the world, No one will oppose you, No one will seek to harm you.
The straight tree is the first to be cut down, The spring of clear water is the first to be drained dry. If you wish to improve your wisdom And shame the ignorant, To cultivate your character And outshine others; A light will shine around you As if you had swallowed the sun and the moon: You will not avoid calamity.
A wise man has said: "He who is content with himself Has done a worthless work. Achievement is the beginning of failure. Fame is beginning of disgrace."
Who can free himself from achievement And from fame, descend and be lost Amid the masses of men? He will flow like Tao, unseen, He will go about like Life itself With no name and no home. Simple is he, without distinction. To all appearances he is a fool. His steps leave no trace. He has no power. He achieves nothing, has no reputation. Since he judges no one No one judges him. Such is the perfect man: His boat is empty.”
Late afternoon light on Gulfport palms. I used a warm sand colored LaCarte paper for this piece as I like the softness of LaCarte for movement. And speaking of warmth, I'm grateful for our little home in Gulfport, Florida that allows me to get out and pastel at this time of the year!
Still brushing off old pieces and reusing my old Wallis paper. This was a plein air piece that was very dark and dreary (a storm was blowing in while I was in the dunes). So, scrubbed it off with an old toothbrush, flipped it over and started again.
Now that it's September, I plan on making a little art everyday. Time to get back into it!
I'm out of Wallis paper! I had quite the stash but sadly now it is gone. So I'm going through my portfolio of old studies and either reworking them or brushing them off to reuse the paper. Some I have to hold on to as reminders of some extraordinary days out in the Provincelands.
This one from October 2007 with the tide in at Hatches was an unusually warm late afternoon with no wind. My walk took me through areas of yellow seaside goldenrod covered with migrating Monarchs.
My supply of Wallis paper is running out. So, I am brushing off some of my old studies using a toothbrush and working with the ghost image that remains to create an imagined scene. Trying to use a limited palette and keeping the image soft.
Nice to have dusty fingers again after a bit of a dry spell and the experimenting is good.
I went back and revisited this spoonbill pastel. I sold the first one but thought that they would make a nice pair so here it is again but slightly different, of course. Thanks to Harold Wagle and NWRA for the use of the photo. I am no longer using Paypal on Daily Painters to sell my art. Please email me for purchase inquiries. lennan02657 (at) yahoo.com