Mr. Kroll’s Cow Pond

TM9581 Mr. Kroll’s Cow Pond 7×7 oil on paper

Wherever there are old dairy farms, there are cow ponds. This one, at the bottom of a gentle sloping field, is very near the house where I grew up. We used it for skating in winter, but the most fun was going fishing with Roger, my youngest uncle, in the summer. A clump of tree roots formed our “island”, and we wanted horned pout. It was a wonderful way to spend the day, only going home when we heard my mom ring the cowbell that meant food on the table. Enjoy.

Poem from the Parking Lot

TM9579 Poem from the Parking Lot 7×7 oil on paper

When you can’t “get away” the next best option is to find a way to love where you are, such is this dirt parking lot I spotted on my way to run errands. Why drive past? Why not pull in and look at it for a few minutes, see what’s there? Sun, trees embracing their greens, and the cast-offs of an ancient glacier. Mmmm….the quintessential humble view of my native state. Something to memorize and paint. Maybe the word poem will come later? Enjoy.

(Post Script)
Brightening

I painted the dark woods
And watched all week
As my trees decided to brighten.

Ah, Melancholy, you
Have been infringed upon
Again.

Into the Piney Woods

TM9577 Into the Piney Woods 32×32 oil on panel

When I finish a painting, I usually ask myself “so, what was that all about?” Sometimes the answer takes me by surprise with a poem, sometimes not.

August Woods

Is it the spice sharp smell that beckons?
Or silence? Or ochre light that quivers and
Falls between my feet, licks of sun,
August heat.

Perhaps the dark describes my needs,
Promise of coolness, maybe 
A breeze to push this spirit 
And brush together.

But no air stirs in these hushed pines;
Only deep stillness, a heartbeat,
And the Tao. I shiver, tremble
Inside its hot breath.

fTM9577 Into the Piney Woods – detail from left side with sun penetrating the shade
TM9577 Into the Piney Woods – detail from lower center with cheerful young pine

Poem for March

TM9576 Poem for March 30×30 oil on panel

Poem for March celebrates the transition from winter to earliest spring. The lake is deep, cold, and clear, and while the deciduous growth is still mostly gray, the pines are showing their first hints of fresh green. With the lengthening days, this is a season for hope, and for savoring all the little signs of life’s renewal. Enjoy. Detail below.

TM9576 Poem for March – close-up from center

Technical painting notes: The painting support is a hollow core slab with a birch veneer, which provides superior warp resistance while offering all the benefits of a traditional wood panel. I use an alkyd primer (six or seven thin coats, sanded to a velvety finish). The surface is wonderful for working with a roller, rags, brushes, etc.

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Poem from the Cove

TM9567 Poem from the Cove 7×7 oil on paper

An intimate beach inside a rugged frame, that was my first thought when I decided to paint this view. I particularly liked the steep perspective looking down, and the question it raised: how to get there without a boat? Well of course there are two answers. You don’t, or you get out your hiking shoes. The latter rewarded me with great subjects for painting and a lovely day. I think my favorite is still the view from above. Enjoy.

Technical painting notes: I chose to to keep my approach to painting the scene similar to the my physical approach to the land. Think carefully about the next step, then do it without looking back. After that, whatever happens, happens. I used mostly the palette knife and Winsor Newton Liquin for the medium. The rough texture of the knife work echoes the rough, ledge. Combining two views – looking down and across – gives a sense of the space and allows me to share with the viewer the vertigo of deciding whether or not to climb down.

Behind the Old Ballfield

TM9563 Behind the Old Ballfield 7×7 oil on paper

I was driving home thinking about baseball as I headed into the gridlock of a double header (Boston Red Sox vs. Toronto Blue Jays). I remember as kids we played baseball and “olympics” in a cow pasture, imagining ourselves hitting home runs past the rock pile, winning gold medals. Everything was as perfect as our imaginations allowed, with cricket applause. We had so much fun.

New England Coastlines

TM9569 New England Coastline #23 7×7 oil on paper
TM9572 Eroding Beach 7×7 oil on paper

Beaches are such ephemeral places. A few strong storms and they can shift or nearly disappear entirely. Sometimes the new view includes glimpses of the underlying bedrock, as in these two small paintings. I actually prefer the mix of ledge and sand, hard and soft for compositional reasons and because it’s simply more interesting. That ledge makes for a better bulwark against the pounding tides of the future.

Poem from a Stormy Day

TM9568 Poem from a Stormy Day 7×7 oil on paper

It’s the moody days I love, and the dizzying swells coming toward the honey and red stone ledges that shape the coast.

Enjoy.

Technical painting notes: This small oil on primed paper was done mostly with a palette knife. Initially, I concentrate on blocking in broad shapes in values darker than what I see in the motif. When this layer is dry, I go back and define the forms using oil paints mixed with Liquin alkyd medium, which speeds the drying time and increases the transparency of the paint. I try to keep the painting spontaneous, taking advantage of accidents – even trying to cause those fruitful accidents on which the painting depends.