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Sitting on the Riverbank

Posted in art, inspiration, Meditation, Painting, PLEIN AIR PAINTING, Watercolors with tags , , , , , on April 10, 2018 by sebland

imageI’ve studied under several plein aire artists: Michael Chesley Johnson of Campobello Island, and William Scott Jennings in Sedona, Arizona –  numerous online painters, and countless videos and DVD’s. These guys paint in subzero weather and desert thunderstorms. Not me! In New Brunswick, I’m the old lady who left the workshop when the rain was  blowing sideways into my poncho. I had lunch at the Fireside Inn where FDR had lunch and toured the “cottage” on Campobello Island while my classmates struggled on and produced good work. I’m a Texas gal, and we know when to come in out of the rain. So when the weather is pleasant and the winds aren’t too cold, I gather my friends, a pot of coffee or a bottle on wine, and we find a shady spot and set up our easels. I have painted in Northern California on a wet and foggy day, and I’ve been alone on Ghost Ranch in an arroyo, painting very close to my car because a mountain lion warning had been posted. These are memories I cherish, and I’m looking forward to painting with my friends on the Oregon coast this fall, but nothing, really nothing, can compare with sitting on the bank of a river in the Texas Hill Country with good friends, feeling the breeze, smelling the diesel fumes off the trucks rolling over the bridge, and being grateful for this day. This best day, because it’s the only one promised me. I’m hoping you are feeling grateful for your day. It’s a gift, so treat it with the greatest respect. It is truly precious.

A Mighty Fine Day

Posted in art, How to Paint, inspiration, Painting, Pastels, PLEIN AIR PAINTING with tags , , , , , on November 28, 2017 by sebland

 

imageThere’s just not a whole lot to find wrong about a cool November day in Texas, in the Hill Country, beside a cool green river with the wind blowing and the trees showing off their colors. Add a good friend, a cup of coffee and some snacks, and you’d be hard pressed to find a better day. Yes, I could have stayed home and climbed Mount Laundry and the windows could use some cleaning. There are closets to be cleaned out and shopping to be done. But they’ll still be there tomorrow, and a perfect day just doesn’t come along every day! The wind was pretty strong, but the leaves waltzed in a perfect parade down the park road. A pair of geese, remarkably well mannered, seriously critiqued our work for the price of a few crackers, and the pastel dust flew away without prompting, so all in all, we were content. I’m still not well acquainted with pastels, but growing more comfortable with each study. I hope you’ll come to appreciate these good good days and learn to let go of the “woulda, coulda, shouldas.”  Grab your paints and head on out. I think you’ll live longer! By the way this little study is available at:http://www.dailypaintworks.com/buy/auction/777874

A Place Apart

Posted in art, Painting, Watercolors with tags , , , , , on August 31, 2017 by sebland

image.jpegI believe we all at some time need to stop. Just quit working, quit thinking, quit trying and just stop. We’ve given it the best we have, we’ve worried and done everything we know how to fix the situation and we realize finally that there is nothing more we can do. That’s when we need to give it up and find that quiet place, that place apart, where we can be still and let the world revolve around us. It is in those still moments, those times of introspection and listening that we find our peace. The cacophony of our world, the anger and despair, the pushing and the shoving, that’s not what it’s all about! What really matters is how we care for one another, how we listen and respond to the needs of those around us. As I’ve seen the flood waters rise, I have seen human kindness rise higher. I know that we are tired, even those of us who are dry and safe. Because we’ve seen loved ones in danger, old friends lose everything, neighborhoods and memories wiped out, we grieve for them, and we’d like to go back a week and wipe out all that’s happened. We cannot. We can only go on, one day at a time. And we go on together. We see that color, race and religion no longer matter. Our concern for one another makes us stronger and we realize we are not alone. That’s the message. We can’t erase what has happened, but together we will face tomorrow. And the sun will rise. And so will we.

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