Tuesday, July 27, 2010
secret spots, Sanford Gifford, the muse
During the break between workshops my muse, the field, was mowed. I had talked the mowers out of doing their job once and the tractor broke once: the paintings gods had been with me. Then they mowed it. Sadness. I talked with Richard about it and he, in his very generous nature, shared his new favorite spot. A new love that I will add to my ever growing list of faves around the world. It's quiet and beautiful, recipe for joy.
Still I struggled with this painting for a long time. Then I thought of Sanford Gifford. I remembered his gorgeous painting in the NGA. To get the glassy feeling of water you need contrast. His sky was stimpled and his water was glazed and glassy. Taking that in mind I used my pastels differently.