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Here on the Connecticut shore we have views of gorgeous salt marshes on every turn. I most love them in the early morning when the mists have not quite lifted
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Here on the Connecticut shore we have views of gorgeous salt marshes on every turn. I most love them in the early morning when the mists have not quite lifted
This week, I’ve switched back and forth between two projects that represent the yin and yang of my artistic impulses. The portrait of my niece, Dana has kept me fixated on the most minor tone changes and drawing details that tease but will never satisfy my puzzle-craving nature. For respite, I dove into this larger but much more freeing landscape. The portrait is a little 9 x 12 number that has tested my vision and minusule brush control and has absorbed a large part of many days while the larger 12 x 16 landscape called for larger brushes bolder gambles. I’ll wait another day to decide what changes remain and when I will relieve myself the temptation to go back in by pouring the final resin coating on each. Whatever happens, it has been fun!
A while back I made one of these little dioramas that looks to me like a photograph I might have taken back in my landscape painting days. The bottom is layered, as nature would be with growth including dill and a sprig of new-growth andromeda — as nature would not be, but you get the idea. The central focus is on newly unfurled spring ferns. There are overhanging ‘branches’ of bleeding heart and what sky doesn’t need an etoile? Now that I’ve put this little piece together, I’m regretting that I harvested so few ferns at this stage of development. I love the sparseness of them but I guess I’ll have to wait until next spring to reap the benefits of that experience. All varieties of my ferns are now either fully open and robust or getting there fast.
This will probably be the last new piece to be packed up and headed to the Providence Artisan’s Market at Lippett Park this Saturday. The experts tell us the weather will be perfect!