oil on Yupo 20x16
Like islands, the Portland area has small volcanic hills all over. Some of them near the rivers, have gnarled oak forests on top. By their look, you`d think they braved howling winds and sub-zero temperatures. They are stunted like bonsai. In winter, minus their leaves, you can see the smaller branches which are cloaked in feathery lichens which glow in the reflected light.
I think I was following links for the great painter of the Southwest, Maynard Dixon, when I stumbled on the blog
California Desert Art. Here was writing dedicated to many famous and some forgotten painters who lived and worked in the Coachella Valley and Mojave Desert. Often they were associated with the California Impressionists but some were idiosyncratic painters. Maybe because I lived there, I`m fascinated with the culture and times of these artists. Ann Japenga, the author of this unusual blog, just wrote a little
account of my recent trip there. Last year when I was trying to sell my mother`s big
San Andreas Canyon painting, I asked Ann to put out the word, thinking someone in her local audience might be interested. I had painted it there in 1979 but now, it was too big for Mom`s new, assisted living apartment. For any readers unfamiliar with
Maynard Dixon, he is well worth discovering. This is what the wonderful writer Thomas McGuane says about him;
To me, no painter has ever quite understood the light, the distances,
the aboriginal ghostliness of the American West as well as Maynard Dixon.
The great mood of his work is solitude, the effect of land and space on
people. While his work stands perfectly well on its claims to beauty, it
offers a spiritual view of the West indispensable to anyone who would understand
it. Here is a documentary on his life and work.
In 10 days I`m returning to the
Sitka Center for Art and Ecology on the Oregon coast to paint during the month of March. I`ll focus on the alder groves and plan to explore the wetlands of the
Salmon River Estuary and
Nestucca Bay.
available work in the studio
