These are the first of my 'daily' paintings, done for a benefit in 2008. Thirty one paintings in thirty one days! Rio en Medio 5 just couldn`t be pulled together before I leave for California tomorrow.
When the leaves have finally fallen, our views open up. Space and distance are rediscovered. You can watch the storms race in from the Pacific. The bare winter branches are gold and maroon again under the huge moving sky.
Various waterways parallel the Willamette and the Columbia. The rivers contain the currents leaving these backwaters deeply serene and quiet, especially in the evening. You can smell the wet and the green.
Beautiful idea. The state of Oregon has left Cape Meares wild, a lighthouse even warns people away. You can look down from the high cliffs onto scores of nesting birds and sea lions. There is drama and urgent business below.
Any painting begins with some sort of mark, anywhere. There may be an idea or reference to guide me or not. Stroke by stroke the painting is built with the best of intentions. I`ll rotate the image continuously as I work hoping something will spark. An investment is abandoned over there for this new experiment here. The stakes are high.
There has been one person most responsible for me being able to paint, now into middle age. My bright and generous brother Gary bought my work early and often. When I was just 19 he financed a year of painting during a time when I lived on a communal farm far from home. His faith and support I could always count on. This week we discovered he has pancreatic cancer. I hope I can help him now.
As the Columbia River nears the Pacific, the distinctions between air, land and water get fuzzy. Depending on the the tide, what was once firm ground, can soon become island, bog or estuary.
It`s July and this morning was cool and cloudy. Just the way I like. I ate blueberries and a nectarine on my cereal and I will paint until dark, 9 pm these days. Summer in Oregon means abundance, it`s beautiful indeed. But I crave winter. Went there for awhile with this painting.
Should anyone stumble upon this blog and these numbered paintings, there will be 31 in all. Thirtyone artists, thirtyone days in July, all priced at $31. It`s a benefit for arts education. Exhibition and sale August 1 in Portland Oregon.
In many places, the Oregon coast is bordered by grassy dunes. They have a dreamy quality. Being above the beach, they`re breezy, somewhat shady and have panoramic views.
I may be hitting my stride. Toy northwest landscapes! Purified to a 7 inch square! This may be my calling; an expressionist miniaturist. Furious, tiny brushstrokes transforming the block of wood into a sublime icon of the Oregon countryside! Now I know what I must do with my life.
From a quick sketch I did on a train. Somewhere near Tacoma. What a hulking presence! Not surprisingly, when I disregard time, I come up with a better little painting. I want to be good AND fast! This one took a half hour.