Crazy for Color |
I immediately gravitated to the front of the garden shop, where crocks of pansies, daffodils and hyacinths were clustered. The archways and rustic shingles along with decorative garden ornaments were an irresistable backdrop.
Dilemma. The class lesson was on the subtle, more muted attributes of Spring, such as leafless deciduous trees, the cool, bluish reflections of the sky on shiny evergreen leaves and warm shadows. Color junky that I am, I knew that if I set up at the front of the Garden Shop, I would let the flowers dominate, and forget about the subject of the class - the pre-growing season look of March. So I shake off the color delerium and come to terms with learning the subdued Spring landscape lesson.
Homemade view-finder taped between canvas and umbrella |
I set up on a brick garden path under a wire arch between two of the buildings. I had forgotten my view finder so I ripped a piece of paper out of my sketchbook. Using my palette knife like a razor, I cut a out rectangle. I used masking tape to position the paper frame between the pole of my umbrella my canvas. This resulted in a "hands-free" way to frame my scene. The only drawback was that I had to lean so far forward to see through it, that I couldn't see my canvas and view at the same time. Once I had the scene sketched in
according to my gridlines, that was no longer an issue.
Looking through impromtu viewfinder |
It started as an overcast day and I liked the grey effect. The major elements of my composition were the two young trees with burlap wrapped root balls on the left, the brick path that led out to the parking lot with a concrete bench, and a painter with canvas and easel further away to the right.
Once the clouds gave way to full sunshine, the painter in view, my friend Colleen, switched from a plain, mid-value visor to a white straw hat. All of a sudden, the bright sun on her hat commanded more attention and actually completed the composition for me, balancing the large burlaped root balls on the left. Plastic ribbon tags dangled from the young saplings. They seemed to balance the cool white hat and gloves. If there was an imaginary fulcrum in my painting, equalizing its elements, the fulcrum would be at the end of the brick path on the line that connects the young trees and Colleen.
Painting the Garden Center |
This is one of those paintings that I like better than the actual scene. Let me know what you think.
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