Clouds are interesting they have the ability to seem completely flat. As if they are pieces of torn construction paper floating through the evening sky.
On the way home from viewing the O.P.A show in Missoula, I felt a little inspired and stopped with Jared to do a little painting. This little collapsed shed and stack of hay seemed like a great subject, the only problem was the nearby bees and their hives. I probably looked a little strange waving my arms around to the passing motorists as I tried to keep the bees away.
Being slightly tired of oils, and the dismal grey of Montana winter, which seems to have no end. I broke out the gouache and watercolors and a favorite photo. I then put down some paint in remembrance of the shadows and light patterns that the sun can make.
Took advantage of a semi-nice day and painted between the rain/snow. I was enticed by the flow of the river and the little shot of blue sky reflecting in the water.
I did my first Quickdraw at the Yellowstone Art Museum in Billings. It was fun I had an hour to produce a painting which was then sold at the auction. I had get permission to paint in the center courtyard rather then in the gallery in a big white room. This image is of the old part of the museum, the yellow seeping through the door is what caught my eye and I had to do it. The painting sold for 500. Not bad for an hours work.
Yes it was cold, very cold. I haven't plein aired for a bit and I had to prove to myself that I could do it no matter what. So whether the painting is successful or not I'm not sure but it made me feel like a real artist out in the snow, wind and cold weather.
I was in a strange mood tonight so I did this painting. Maybe its because my daughter was asking me about edvard munch's painting "the scream" and why he painted it.
I did this print a couple of years ago, but I've never posted it. I titled it "pause"and it represents the wiseman seeking the birth of our Saviour, pausing on his trip to ask for guidance and offer thanks. It also represents what I believe we often miss at Christmas, a pause, to remember the birth of our Saviour. Merry Christmas