The fires are inundating us with smoke, so I’m in the studio finishing up some older paintings that didn’t quite make it on the first go. This one is inspired by the windy bluffs on the oregon coast.
I finally figured out that the most interesting morning shadows are off to the east from our house. This is looking from the north section of our east hay pasture. We planted these poplars …. hmm, a few years ago.
I’ve been getting up pretty early for me, and heading outside for the morning light. I usually have a piece of paper taped-off and readied on a watercolor block. If I get to it I might even do a wet into wet sky the night before so the paper will have time to dry and be ready to work on in the morning. After the initial layin out in the field I take it back to the studio to finish.
This spring has been a color feast for the eyes. The early sun hits the top edges of the Manastash Ridge and glows with pinks and purples, defining the rolling shapes of the hills. I’ve been making my morning coffee and doing a few watercolors looking out our kitchen window. Now the snow is gone and the glowing emerald is just beginning to cover the hills.