There is nothing like hanging out on green grass in the late afternoon in the summer. The world is your living room. Last night I went out wanting some lawn and late shadows. I didn't really need to go anywhere, there is a lot of lawn and shadows at my house, but "going out" is part of the process. I did find something petty close at Varak Park, a Victorian era factory complex in the middle of my village. The front of the property is a lawn, bisected by a channeled stream, and a footbridge, lovely.
At the start the light was mostly on the building, and more on the lawn as well.
I liked the pattern that the light and darks made, like a secret language, a binary code, but way more complex, way more mysterious. The world is all pattern, and all changing, and it is there to be discovered.
#835 Varak Park 8-17-16 12x16
A red pick-up truck pulled up along Main St., in front of the building and the light was hitting the back of it. I spent a lot of time on it, as is often the case with certain details. The big pieces, with a little luck, can be broadly and quickly rendered, while some of the smaller pieces take more time. Those big picture things are often the things
This morning I went down to a familiar spot along the Hoosic River at the Buskirk bridge.
#836 Hoosic River @ Buskirk's bridge. 8-18-16 12x16
This painting didn't have a large lawn, I think I like going to familiar spots to see how my take on life (or seasons) have changed since the last time I was here, and that's usually a good thing.
At the start the light was mostly on the building, and more on the lawn as well.
I liked the pattern that the light and darks made, like a secret language, a binary code, but way more complex, way more mysterious. The world is all pattern, and all changing, and it is there to be discovered.
#835 Varak Park 8-17-16 12x16
A red pick-up truck pulled up along Main St., in front of the building and the light was hitting the back of it. I spent a lot of time on it, as is often the case with certain details. The big pieces, with a little luck, can be broadly and quickly rendered, while some of the smaller pieces take more time. Those big picture things are often the things
This morning I went down to a familiar spot along the Hoosic River at the Buskirk bridge.
#836 Hoosic River @ Buskirk's bridge. 8-18-16 12x16
This painting didn't have a large lawn, I think I like going to familiar spots to see how my take on life (or seasons) have changed since the last time I was here, and that's usually a good thing.
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