I have a number of 30″x24″ panels primed for painting, I love working at this scale. Large enough that you have a sense of freedom moving around the surface but not so large that it is awkward in the studio. I did have to stand on a chair to get far enough away for a photo, so a little awkward!
I am pretty obsessed with brooding epic scenes. I keep getting wound up about new ideas but I realize this is a common thread.
I have never been an optimistic person. In grade school, learning vocabulary, the teacher asked us if we were optimists or pessimists. A girl I had eyes for said, “Oh, we are both optimists.” She was a bit smarter than I was, but as she explained the difference, I knew she was horribly mistaken.
For some odd reason, I am filled with an unrealistic optimism for the new year. I am making my living painting, it’s not easy. My days are only getting shorter, never mind. I have a vision for my work, mastery of my materials. For the first time in my life I know my greatest work is ahead. I am excited to make it.
It’s another Wednesday and I am so thankful to have a dedicated space to paint. Also the time to work on the art I really care about. The winter has arrived but I am excited about being hold up in my studio and giving it all I’ve got! Strangely upbeat today, must be a chemical imbalance.
Looking around the chaos of my studio it is plain to see light inspires me. As we head into the darkest part of the year the sunlight is all the more dramatic and inspirational.
These two paintings were worked up together after a very early morning on the lake. Spending time in the studio looking at your work and shuffling it around is time well spent. Nothing physically to show for it but it is valuable just to reflect.
I continue painting some nocturnal imagery. I had painted one moon inspired landscape and decided that was enough. That night I saw the moon rise above the Cabinet Mountains and decided I could put some more paint to panel!
I am pretty obsessed with light and atmosphere. This painting is inspired by countless mornings on the water. I say countless but I still have not spent nearly enough mornings like that. Sometimes it’s worth getting up.