Shiny stuff

Pink is the color of the day

I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to call this post Reflections or Shiny Stuff.  As you can see, my campy sense of humor won out. 

I’m taking a photography class this spring.  Not so much to learn about composition but more to learn how to make better use of my equipment.  I’m using my cell phone and my Nikon.  Neither is one of the most remarkable of their class, but they still have plenty of options, bells and whistles that I don’t utilize as much as they should be.

This week’s assignment was to take photos of reflections and do some shallow focus assignments.  Well, after trying to figure out how to make use of windows and mirrors, I nixed that idea.  So what next?

Grocery shopping at the neighborhood big box store.  They should have plenty of shiny stuff.  Actually I was looking for those big round mirrors that they have mounted at the tops of columns and aisles.  Guess what?  They’re not there anymore.  They probably rely solely on cameras these days.

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As I walked around the store, I was tuned into shiny stuff.  This is what caught my eye.  I whipped out my phone and took pictures here and there.  I think security was watching me but this isn’t the first time I’ve taken photos in the store.  The fruit and vegetable aisle is striking with all the colors.  And one time I even set up my plein air easel in the flower department outside during Mother’s Day weekend.  People kept thinking that I worked there.

The remainder of my photos were from a couple of walks in the woods.  Capturing the reflections in the creek, seeing through the surface, focusing on leaves and branches. 

If you’ve wondered where artists get our ideas, this is the convoluted path we take.  One thing leads to the next and then to the next.  I’m not using any of these photos as inspiration for future paintings…at least not right now.  Maybe I’ll come back to them in a month or a year or several years.  I guess the whole inspiration thing just means to be prepared, keep your eyes open and your camera handy.  Today might be the day of the BIG IDEA!

Spring garden progress

Raised bed with tomato cages.

We’ve had an absolutely gorgeous week this spring.  Clear, sunny days, temps in the mid 70s.  All the dogwoods, redbuds, and other spring flowers and bushes have been putting on a display.  And the birds are making nests in every nook and cranny. I have been very busy outside preparing the garden.

I finished assembling the second raised bed kit.  Then we prepared the ground for the beds.  This is in the location of the former spring garden so the ground has been worked before.  After tilling it to loosen the soil, we added peat, manure, and some topsoil.  Beneath each mound, I added a layer of cardboard as I’ve heard that this keeps down the weeds.  Then I shoveled on the dirt, added the raised bed frames, and leveled everything.

I couldn’t resist buying a few plants although it’s really too early here.  We can expect to get a late frost as far as May 10th.  And have some years. But I went ahead and added some ground cloth and planted through them.

One raised bed will be dedicated to tomatoes and peppers.  The second will have more variety with sugar peas, lettuces, spinach.  Later beans, squash and whatever.  I only bought a few tomatoes and herbs so far.  I won’t fib and say this was easy.  It was actually a lot of crawling around but now that it’s done, it looks pretty neat. 

Although the tomatoes are a little closer than I would normally plant them, we’ll see if this system works better.  It should be easier to maintain.  I will buy some more tomatoes later this week.  Still too early for peppers.  And we set up the solar-powered motion detector lights which we’ve used in the past.  This helps to keep some of the critters out of the vegetable patch.

Last year our garden was miserable due to a drought and other issues.  But the year before we had produce in abundance.  I was trying to remember which were our favorite tomatoes and remembered a posting that I made in August of 2021 where I made comparisons of the variety of tomatoes.  If you’re just getting ready to plant, you may wish to check it out at this link.

Anyway, I’ve got a head start on this part of the garden but there’s plenty more to do.  I don’t think a farmer’s work is ever done.

For more information about tomato varieties, check out this post. Tomatoes! Tomatoes! Tomatoes!

Tomato samples, bottoms. L-R bottom: Pink Brandywine, Red Beefsteak, San Marzano. Top: Celebrity, Better Boy, Park Whoppers, Goliath, Romas.

New beginnings

Raised Bed – Electricity – Baby Chainsaw

Our spring weather has been all over the place.  Several weeks ago, we had exceedingly warm weather.  Then some cold, frost, rain and storms.  Finally, the beautiful weather rolled in and I could tackle some tasks that were waiting.

One thing was to assemble a raised bed kit.  I received two for Christmas but haven’t had time to put them together. We decided to cut back on our huge garden this year so we’ll see how this goes.  I’m usually pretty good at following directions so it wasn’t really difficult to assemble.  The hardest part was bending, stooping and squatting to put all the nuts and bolts in.  My knees paid for it the next day.  And I have one more to assemble.  I’ll file progress reports on how it works.

First raised bed assembled. Steel, 8′ x 4′ x 1′. Of course, it will need to be set in place and filled with mulch and dirt.

Then, I had a lamp switch go out a couple of weeks ago. This is my main reading lamp.  Frankly, I’m a little skeptical about working on electricity but thought I’d give it a go.  After watching four videos online, I thought, How hard can it be?  It actually wasn’t.  I decided to repair another lamp while I was at it and had both done in about twenty minutes. And they work!

Two lamps that I rewired.

Finally, I took the plunge with another Christmas gift.  This is a mini-chainsaw!  Yes, really!  If you’ve followed this blog for awhile, then you know that we process a good bit of firewood here on the homestead so we’re not strangers to some big, noisy equipment. But I have never operated a chainsaw and didn’t want to learn.  (They’re big, noisy, and pretty dangerous.)  Anyway, I got tired of asking for someone to cut some brush and small branches for me.  So I requested my own mini-chainsaw. 

Of course, I read every word of the instruction book.  Purchased some safety equipment.  And gave it a try yesterday.  My husband glanced at it (without laughing) and said, you do this and this and this and you’re good to go.  Please repeat that, thank you very much. 

Safety equipment and baby chainsaw

But I had my first foray into trimming some brush and fruit trees.  It worked great but my muscles were sure sore today.  However, this ought to help when I trim the drive later this spring.

So, these were my adventures in new beginnings this week.  There is so much to do around here in the spring that I’m sure I’ll have plenty more challenges.  Don’t forget those helpful videos online if you want to try something new. 

Painting small

Tulips, four color schemes, 4.5 x 6.5.

Let’s face it.  There are few people who are not inspired when they walk into a museum or cathedral and face a giant painting depicting a well-known scene.  I have been brought to tears when I’ve been overwhelmed with some exhibits. 

But that is not always the case.  Most people cannot accommodate a wall-size painting or afford one.  But that doesn’t mean that we don’t like real art nonetheless.

A typical variety of colorful flowers, 4.5 x 6.5 to be matted to 8 x 10

Over the years I have created and sold paintings of many sizes.  Some pretty large ones but most have been medium size.  And I’ve sold a whole lot of small pieces.

There are pros and cons with creating small paintings.  On one hand, larger paintings are immensely fun to create, taking that large brush and swishing it across a wall-size canvas.  But they are also much more difficult to sell due to the size. 

Landscape and harbor scene, 4.5 x 6.5

Small painting have many advantages, too. They are a good way to try out new ideas, materials and techniques.  They are very portable. You can just pick them up and move them around your home, or transport them easily.  They are also economical to create since they use less materials.

Vertical tulips in various colors, to be matted to 8 x 10.

I’ve used small paintings to make preliminary compositions and try out various mediums.  Some of the mediums that I’ve used are drawing, watercolor, pen and ink, acrylic, oil, etching, collage and prints.  The most common has been watercolor with pen and ink overlay for the details. These are usually on medium weight (140 pound) imported watercolor paper.

Small paintings were also my bread and butter when I used to travel the country for art show, earning back the booth fees and traveling expenses.  At one time, I painted a series of over forty different fruits, vegetables and flowers, each hand-painted and individually matted.  These were all 4 x 6, matted to 8 x 10, and either framed or inserted into glassine envelopes. I initially hand-cut the mats but eventually found sources for ready-cut mats, backs and the envelopes.  This made the whole process so much more efficient. 

These days, the primary size of the small paintings are 4.5 x 6.5 plus a border for matting.  Very easy to assemble. BUT…I also create 4 x 6 size painted postcards.  These are so fun.  I cut out a bunch, maybe 100 of that size.  I take them with me on my travels, make quick original sketches, and then mail them back to friends.  Surprisingly, all of the postcards have arrived safely at their destinations and my friends are so surprised.

Daffodil postcards, 4 x 6, originals

Some of the tiniest paintings that I have created are 2 x 2 and 2 x 3.  These are cute and fun but I have to specially cut the mats.  Unless I want to order a bunch of ready-mades, I just don’t do that too often anymore. 

A variety of teen-tiny, 2 x 2 and 2 x 3.

One thing that I would like to point out is that all of my small paintings are originals, not prints.  If you are buying these on the market, make sure what you are getting.  Many small paintings are digitally reproduced, either on paper or printed on canvas.  The artist may add a swipe of paint in order to call them original but they’re not really.  Just pay attention

I still enjoy making larger paintings, mostly for the challenge.  But I would certainly recommend that you give small paintings a try.  They’re great for experimenting with new ideas and compositions without having to put an excessive amount of time into them.  And they can be attractively priced if you’re planning to sell them. 

Good luck and let me know how they turn out if you experiment with this option.

Fickle Spring

Golden sunrise after the storm

I don’t know how the weather is where you are but this past week here in Southern Indiana, it’s been all over the place.  A week ago the temperature was up to 82 per the weather app on my phone. In February! Yesterday, Saturday, it was a chilly 30 degrees with frost on the car windows.  Friday we had four inches of rain resulting in the creek bursting out of its banks and over the driveway, storms, winds up to 60 mph, and a tornado warning sending us to the basement for a bit. 

The creek flooding out of its banks and over the drive.

The reason we moved here 35 years ago (after ten years in Michigan) was that the winters here were relatively mild (jacket weather) and the summers were endurable.  But the past couple of years have been hotter or wetter or just plain off schedule.  I’ve counted the tree rings in old trees and could see the drought of the 30s (thinner rings).  Maybe it’s climate change; maybe this is a normal cycle. 

The tallest cedar. Son and grandson for scale.

Spring still seems to arrive on her own schedule.  Last week we went for a walk in the woods to find the tallest cedar.  We did.  I also spotted this tiny orange fungi. And some odd-looking bumps on a sycamore tree.  I have no idea what that is.

The crocuses are still pushing up, often in odd places where I know I didn’t plant them.  Can they travel?  The tulips are still emerging but seem to be on the wane, most likely due to deer and rabbits.  Several types of daffodils are blooming despite what Mother Nature is throwing at them.  The frost doesn’t seem to affect them at all.  Even the pulmonaria is pushing up.  The buds are swelling on bushes and trees.  We seem to be about three weeks ahead of normal…and I’m not ready for spring yet.

I was outside early yesterday morning to take photos of the golden frosty sunrise.  In my robe and boots again.  Thankfully we have no near neighbors as I’m sure I was an eyeful.

But I always look forward to spring’s promise no matter how fickle she is.  Just no more tornado warnings, please.

Country living

The house on the hill.

What do you think of when you hear the word country

For some, it might refer to a nation but I’m thinking of a place a little closer.  For many it means a state of mind, an attitude not a specific place.

For me the term refers to a rural place, a landscape.  An escape from or to.  Getting back to nature.  A walk in the woods.  A bench in the park, or even a geranium on the window sill.

Country is a feeling, an attitude, a breath of air. The first daffodil or garden tomato.  Watching a tiny spider try to climb a blade of grass. Or the cute tree frog plastered to the window at night, staring back at me with his big eyes.

Geese overhead. Early morning visitors.

I live in the country, or what many people think of when they hear that term.  With fields and woods, streams and private places.  In a very very old house which still echoes with the laughter of children from long ago and more recently.

The walls are a foot thick and not one of them is exactly perpendicular.  And that’s OK; neither am I these days.

The best compliment I’ve ever received was from my great Aunt Catherine who was visiting many years ago.  She was sitting in an old wingback chair with some music playing softly in the background.  The windows were flung open to catch the breeze and she remarked, This house is just so comfortable.  And isn’t that what anybody wants their guests to feel?  Comfortable?

No matter where we live now, most of us are only a generation or two from the country life.  Fortunately we can still experience a taste of country with that pot of tomatoes on the deck or the geranium in the window.  Take a walk in the park.  Feed the birds. Just sit in the shade and tune into nature’s sounds. 

Frequent visits to my grandparents as a child planted the seeds of my love for the country life.  Collecting still-warm eggs from the chickens.  Playing with cousins in the hayloft.  Giving that mean old sow a wide berth. Living on that little farm in the county was always a dream of mine.

My husband and I realized this dream thirty-five years ago when we actually bought the farm at auction.  That resulted in a lot of work to bring the old place up to date.  We were much younger then and had watched way too much of This Old House.  Ha ha.  Not quite so easy. Add a twenty-five mile commute to work (and the grocery).  But it’s been fun through the years with lots of rewards (and some trials).

I love the version of country that I’ve been living for the past couple of decades but I also realize that you may have a different version.  Do you decorate with simple hand-made furniture and quilts?  Or put your green thumb to work on those patio plants?  Maybe you can walk down to the ocean shore or river to check out the wildlife?  Or are you a birder, waiting in a swamp for the first rays of dawn in order to photograph those cranes that are passing through? 

What does your country look like?  Is it comfortable?   

Beams in the kitchen. Each plate is a family memory.

Foggy Morning, East Field – a painting how-to

Initial sketch and color notes. Notice that I trimmed back my initial sketch to eliminate some of the trees on the left.

Recently I posted some photos that I took of a very foggy morning out here on the farm.  The atmosphere of the scene has been nagging at me so I’ve been wrestling with some ideas.  I’ve done several sketches, including some color sketches in both watercolor and acrylic.  It seems the most challenging part to me is to tone back the color as I like to use bright colors so much.  Fog is basically various shades of grey. I’ve cut back the color in the foreground and added more grey tones.

One of several preliminary paintings testing the color scheme of Foggy Morning.

First I prepared the canvas which was already gessoed.  In this case, I sanded it, added another coat of gesso which I texturized with a soft cloth.  After this dried, I gave it a wash of a very pale but slightly warm tone.  This would be my underpainting.  Then I drew the image on the canvas. 

I don’t usually use a wide variety of paint colors as you can see in the image above.  I rarely use a commercial green, instead preferring to mix my own shades of green from the limited palette.  There are only seven colors plus white.  I also use an acrylic modeling paste which adds more texture.  A matt medium cut with water is my mixing medium.

First I mixed several shades of grey and started with the trees, then worked my way down through the field, adding more color as I reached the foreground.  I really had to keep reminding myself to focus on the foggy grey tones and not add too much color.  Then I added some more notes in the tree line.  The sky was painted with a very pale grey leaving some of the warm undertone showing through.  The hint of the rising sun through the fog was actually an accident but I liked it so I left it in.

Toned canvas with first layers of paint.

Then it was just a matter of adding the trees, darker in front, lighter in the distance.  Not too many details but enough. 

I’m not sure if I’m done yet so I think I’ll let the painting rest for awhile.  I’m working on a companion piece so we’ll see how well that one comes out and if I’ll need to make adjustments.

Foggy Morning, East Field 18 x 24, acrylic on canvas. Kit Miracle

I guess the lesson here is to learn restraint.  For me it’s with color, also perhaps too much detail which can be a hazard for many artists. I’ll probably do some more tweaking before I call this finished.  I’m always interested in feedback so let me know what you think.

Early signs of spring

Spring sketches page 1

I always eagerly anticipate the first signs of spring.  This year, I was surprised to see a dandelion in bloom on January 4th.  That is amazing to me.  Now I’ve eagerly started looking for signs.

So far, I’ve also spotted several bushes in bud. Rhododendron, azalea, magnolia. Sometimes I’ll catch a mixed up forsythia in bloom already but then, they often bloom in autumn, too.  However, they are easy to force if you just cut some branches and bring them inside. (Put them in water, of course.)

I have a lot of naturalized daffodils in the yard.  They are already coming up in several places.  Sometimes they’re too early.  One year I painted a group of daffodils blooming in the snow so it’s not inconceivable that I might see some soon.

One day last week, I saw three robins in a row in the front field.  Sometimes I’ve seen large flocks of them in early spring.  Only the males.

Rabbit in the headlights

And I caught this rabbit in my headlights as I was coming up the drive a few days ago.  The little devil was looking for something yummy in the garden but there’s nothing there yet except garlic.  A motion-detector solar-powered light is good to chase away night critters.

Nest

With the winds, I saw several of last season’s nests which have been blown down.  My kids used to bring them to me and I still love the engineering. 

These little sketches were done with some very old Osmiroid ink in sepia.  (It’s a collector’s item now.)  I haven’t worked with ink for awhile so it was fun to get back to an old friend.  I used a #4 quill which is also hard to come by these days.  There are a number of fine quality pens and inks made in Japan of which I would like to try more.  Stay tuned.

Spring sketches page 2

Fog

The east field. Frequently we see deer crossing here.

I am glad that I live in a climate that exhibits mercurial moods.  The past month has been some wild ride.  Record-setting heat for winter, up to the 70s.  And a blizzard which scrubbed the land with high winds, followed by bone-chilling freezes.  No two days were the same, it seemed.  I think I would get bored if every day was sunny and warm, say like Florida or Arizona. But ask me about that next month towards the end of February.

Out front looking back at the house.

One thing that I’ve noticed is that my own mood perks up on sunny days.  Thus, I seem to prefer painting outdoor scenes depicting sunshine.  So when I woke to a heavy fog a couple of weeks ago, I marched outside (yes, in my robe and rubber boots) to take some photos of the fog.  The air was soft and the neighborhood was very quiet.  It seemed shrouded in mystery if that isn’t too much of a cliché.  One could almost imagine some settlers emerging from the heavy air or some knights on horseback in days of old.  Yeah, too much reading with my granddaughter.

The front yard. I saw some deer go across the end earlier.

But as I was reviewing my photos, I got inspired to try some new subjects.  The misty landscapes will probably appear sometime in the next few months.  Just imagine the peace and soft footfalls.

The north field. The fog is beginning to lift but it’s just above the tree tops.

Oh, by the way, happy new year.  Or at least a better one if the past has been difficult for you.  Find a still place to reflect, maybe enjoy the peace of some foggy weather. 

A big maple in the side yard. The fog is already beginning to lift.

The Big Chill – Christmas

Blue sky and blue shadows. Beautiful but chilly.

Unless you were vacationing in some tropical paradise this past week, you probably are aware of the big arctic event that blasted through the center of the country this past week.  After a relatively balmy fall season leading up to the holidays, this is what my little corner of the Midwest experienced this week. 

The weather forecasters were urgently warning much of the nation to pay attention and take appropriate action.  Which we did.  The cellar was loaded with firewood in anticipation of the deep freeze.  The fridge was full of the usual supplies.  Our son and his girlfriend were rushed to Louisville on Thursday in anticipation of their very early flight back to the west coast on Friday.  (Fortunately, they experienced  only a small delay.)  We made it home by early afternoon before the big blast and battened down the hatches in preparation.

By early evening, the temperatures began to drop, the misty rain turned to driving snow, and the wind cranked up the volume.  It didn’t stop until today.  The high here yesterday was zero.  I didn’t even step foot outside the house until today when I went for a walk and to catch up on outdoor chores.

The sun was out and everything was sparkly.  The bird feeder has been popular.  We’ve gone through forty pounds of sunflower seeds in the past two weeks.  I saw plenty of tracks here and there, especially around the mulch pile.  I was looking for another visitor, too.  I spotted a mink skulking about last week which was the first that I’ve seen around here.  Haven’t seen any deer or turkeys but I’m sure they’re holed up somewhere.  Leo the cat has been taking marathon naps and very quick trips to check the weather.  The dog doesn’t care and is always ready to play with anyone who ventures outdoors.

We haven’t had a big freeze like this for many years so it’s been an adventure.

Anyway, I hope that wherever you are spending Christmas day that you’re warm and cozy and safe.  Enjoy your families if you’re near, or your friends if you’re not.  Or better yet, make your friends into a new family. 

Let the warmth of your hearts extend to those in need. Stay safe.

Best wishes for the season.