Yesterday, at our Friday session at the Gertrude, we had Sherry Bugg ... mother of some of our young models. Beauties, all. If I hung all of their portraits together, I could call it my Bugg collection! Sorry, girls, couldn't resist. I did a quick charcoal, a small oil painting, and a pencil sketch. She was a good model - wish I could have done her justice. Some day, if I ever have the attention span longer than a gnat's, maybe I'll actually surprise myself. Thanks again, Sherry.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Nature still sings its song, it's just that the melodies are carried by different characters ... the rocks and sky taking up the major part of the melody ~ compared to places like Yosemite, where the granite may have a strong voice, it's harmonized by the trees, and the rushing waterfalls carry an answering melody all its own.
In the desert, though, one has to listen carefully to the whole orchestra; thrilling in the subtle accents of the violet brush, the darting rush of the cottontails and lizards, the counterpoint of the distant hills, the bold, cold notes of the cast shadows of boulders, and the accompaniment of the white and golden sands.