I’m trying to get back to a daily walk routine. It’s been hard this spring/summer because of all the rain and a bunch of house stuff we’ve been doing, but I was out the other day and stopped to sit in a park near my house. There was a birch tree there to keep me company and I decided to draw it, or at least its feet and legs.
It was only five days ago that I reported that we hadn’t had high temps above 10C yet. Times change. For the next three days we’re going to experience temps around 30C, which is kinda-sorta abnormal for us. We generally get a couple days like that in mid-summer but certainly not in May. But I’m not complaining. I went sketching.
Another bit of news that’s relevant to this post is that I just got a hearing aid. It’s not a fancy programmable one but it has allowed me to discover a lot of sounds I haven’t heard in a long time.
I stopped at a park bench and decided to try to draw/paint directly with a brush. I’ve been learning how to handle brushes and Marc Holmes’ 30 in 30days (direct to watercolor) event is coming up next month and I want to try it. I didn’t bring my watercolors but I had a waterbrush with some diluted ink and so I did this simple drawing. Look ma, no lines. I include it here only for the sake of completeness.
I was walking along my river and the first thing I experienced was birds singing. I love birds and spend a considerable amount feeding them every year. But I haven’t heard them in decades. Well, I can hear crows, but none of the songbirds. Anyways, the trees along my river had birds, chirping birds. And so my first act wasn’t to sketch but to lay down in the grass, close my eyes, and just listen. It was wonderful. I spent half an hour doing only that.
But I did want to sketch and so I sat up, noticed a line of trees and started sketching. The “scene” wasn’t that great so I added my own mountains and came up with this sketch.
It was time to walk so I headed up river and eventually came across some rocks to sketch. These sit, among others, at the end of a new walk bridge the city built last year. I’ll have to sketch that soon but for this day these rocks were just the thing. Color got added when I got home.
It was sooooo good to get out sketching. Maybe I’ll do it again tomorrow (grin).
If you listen closely, good watercolorists will talk about beginners never using enough paint. Insufficient paint is the cause of the pale images produced by beginning watercolorists. This is true and I’ve been guilty of this sin. Why do we do it? Because we’re timid. Pale washes are easier to control because they have a lesser impact on our sketch/painting.
A similar phenomenon exists in oil painting, but for different reasons. If you were a 16th Century painter, it’s likely that you’ll be applying very thin coats of paint, generating very detailed paintings. You might even be adding many layers of very thin glazes over the base paintwork.
At some point, however, some artists started using more paint. The impressionists started working with “broken color” and the placement of thick spots of color became the order of the day and the notion of “brushwork” became a more prominent portion of the artist’s “signature.”
Fast-forward to today and we have both of those forms of painting, or maybe its best portrayed it as a continuum of thin and thick ways of applying oil paint. For someone like me, who is trying to figure out how to use oil paints, I have found this confusing as I watch some artists use large brushes and apply thick layers of paint with a flourish while others use thin layers of paint and, typically, smaller brushes.
So, with this sort of variability, it leaves a “let’s try it” kind of guy like myself with a need to try both approaches to see what approach bests suits the kind of painting I want to do. This last thing is important as I’m not interested in heavy impasto painting where identifying the subject is obfuscated by the brushwork. Instead, I am trying different paint thicknesses within a narrow range in an attempt to paint fruit (or flowers). I’m still a detail-oriented kind of guy, much to the chagrin of the painterly types who tell me to “loosen up” (grin).
Here’s an attempt at using thicker paint. I find this approach fun but it’s so easy to muddy up the shadows while trying to turn the form. This is a good example of this problem. But it is a pumpkin; it’s just a slightly out of focus pumpkin. I’m having fun with oils and learning a lot. I feel it will improve my watercolors in the long term.
Late in August most of the lockdown stuff was over. We’re still wearing masks because we’re not idiots, but back then we were like bears poking our head out of the cave, unsure if we wanted to come out. Being a bit apprehensive about traveling anywhere, but also feeling like most and wanting a change from being sequestered at home, we decided to take a trip.
We didn’t need or want a big “see the sites” trip and most tourist things were shut down anyway, so we decided to go somewhere and sit, without our computers, without TV, and without an agenda. I even made the decision to limit my sketching during the trip.
We chose St. Simeon, Quebec because there isn’t ANYTHING in St. Simeon except a coastline along the beginnings of the Gulf of St. Lawrence. When I say there isn’t anything I really mean it. No good restaurants, no coffee shops, no nothing. But we did have a hotel that looked out on the water and it was quiet enough. We drove up a valley that holds the Black River and did a bit of sitting by the river. I spent half an hour making a sketch of the tree-lined roadway. I had a lot of fun doing it but I can’t show it to you. I’d forgotten what a spiral-bound sketchbook can do to a pencil drawing and the sketch has become a cloud of smeared graphite.
On another day, however, we went to “Port au Persil,” which is a small town with a gorgeous cove area and a pier where you can sit and watch whales. I got to see my first beluga whale which was exciting. Actually, we saw lots of them during our trip. By whale standards they’re quite small but they’re snow white and gorgeous. My sketchbook came out around the cove though. The cove is full of rounded sandstone rocks and I couldn’t resist. This reflects those formations.
Mostly, though, we sat on the balcony of our hotel, or walked along the beach. This involved a lot of whale watching, some beer drinking and a lot of salsa and chips. It was delightful. I decided that I should try to paint the coastline and I’m afraid I let the paint get away from me a bit but I’ll share it anyway.
The trip was a big success. It seems that doing nothing appeals to both of us and we felt great as we headed for home. I need to spend more time doing nothing.
A couple weeks ago our daughter came to spend the weekend and rather than have her take the bus back to Montreal I drove her there, giving me an excuse to visit the Avenue des Arts, a wonderful art store. I spent way too much money there but gosh, what’s a guy to do when a store has DeAtramentis Document inks, Stillman & Birn sketchbooks, and a bunch of other great stuff that isn’t available in Quebec City?
The next morning I headed off to the Montreal Botanical Gardens where I spent half a day sketching stuff, including this place that’s part of the Chinese pavilion there. l had a great time but was quite tired when I headed back to Quebec City.