Author: -N-

In the Midst of Chaos . . .

Sketch!

These past few weeks have been crazy and the craziness continues until the end of May. Two more weeks. Visits hither and thither to do the things needing doing, none of which are especially exciting. Too many things to do means little time to really focus on anything except the easier stuff. So, ink and watercolor and quick sketches from past visits to Summerland and Malibu Creek State Park.

Summerland is a little community in Santa Barbara County, between Carpinteria and Montecito, both south of Santa Barbara. A number of old houses, clapboard, and new, climb up the hill east of the 101 and west, above the Pacific, is a park with a path to the beach below. I have always loved this area, and this section of the California coast is always a pleasure any time of year. The cliffs sequester beach-goers from civilization which can be gotten to readily. In the fog it is rather eerie, but in the sunshine or June Gloom, it is quite lovely.

Malibu Creek State Park holds a number of fond memories, one being with a very good friend on photo safaris. It is about 15 miles south of me, in a canyon which winds through the Santa Monica Mountains and into the coastal town of Malibu. The park is a bit of a treasure as Malibu Creek winds through it and the canyon widens and narrows and branches off in various areas.

The ruggedness of the California mountains always amazes me – as do mountains in general. I grew up in the Midwest farm country where gentle hills are the norm, as are trees and endless green in the summer.

The same for beaches – I never saw the ocean until we moved to New Jersey and my family went to the beach just weeks after a major hurricane. Beach houses were upside down and wrecked. I was terrified of the waves, but my father, having grown up in Fort Lauderdale, swam in and out of the crashing waves like a dolphin. The rest of the family built sand castles and waded in the shallows.

And now, on to a visit to the vet as the gardener arrives and I get the house decluttered so the cleaners can have an easy time. Yeah, gardener? Cleaners? I have no McMansion here, but these tasks would never get done by us if we ever want to have a life. Luxury for us so we can do other forms of drudgery!

And the weekend cannot arrive soon enough.

A Painted Cat

A couple of months ago I took an oil painting class with a very good teacher at the local adult school. He won’t be back until fall, sadly, but I do have another class I am attending and which is also taught by another good teacher.

This cat is one of the assignments we had in the class, a photo provided by him to copy. For me, it was a challenge, but more than anything I wanted to use colors to provide contrast in color and value. This is not something I do easily, but I did accomplish it! Part of it was I just was not going to let the subject matter trap me into copying the photo completely.

I finished this cat up last week – it’s in oil and has been drying – and could get the shape of the cat’s nose when the new teacher reminded me that using a negative shape to create a positive one helps a lot!

And so it does – my chin and nose area were more along the lines of the proportions seen in Egyptian statues of Anubis and Bastet – a narrow mandibular area, and one a bit elongated.

I will say that I am really pleased with this painting. There are a few tweaks I need to do to clean up a couple of areas, but that is something done in a couple of minutes. Painting an animal is something I have never done, and it really was intimidating. Doing it helped me appreciate just the different brushes I could use, such as a rather beat up bristle to create a sense of fur, and a soft, pointed one to create the whiskers. Patience is also becoming more comfortable than not, and this lets me take time to work on this painting at the right time. I also work on other paintings, too, while this one or that one awaits my talents.

16 x 20 (or 11 x 14?) cotton canvas on board, oil paints.

Memories of Spring, Thoughts of Summer

For me, lilies of the valley are spring flowers – late spring, for sure, but spring nonetheless. They are not native to California and certainly cannot survive the heat we get, but you can grow them in cool areas. Short-lived, they add a bit of beauty and mark the transition into summer.

Today is cool and grey – May Grey for California! – but it will warm up later on. The sun will come out inland – we live one valley in from the Pacific – but may not show itself along the coastline. Our spring has been wet and gloomy with bits of sunshine in between, but as we move toward summer, heat and watermelon and cold drinks come to mind. (Meanwhile, I am enjoying my hot morning coffee!)

Seasonal transitions – things to say goodbye to, things to welcome. I myself have been in a phase of transition, too. I am learning to play the ukulele, working on oil painting sewing, gardening. All of these take time away from blogging, which is rather nice, really. Still, the fact is that ink and watercolor, individually or together, always beckon, so before I even started the day, my sketchbook came out, colors and ink. It all makes for a good way to start the day, beating dishes and laundry and other housework by a good ten miles!

Last Day of April – Morning Sketches

The last few days have been the quintessential spring days in Southern California – and I have been outside, but never enough. I planted some tomatoes and cleaned up some plants in the patio garden, basked in the sun, and have done very little. Today, though, pen and watercolor beckoned with the morning coffee, and the colors of spring and the outdoors called.

Grape hyacinths are so odd to me! I am used to the big ones, in pinks and blues and flower petals which curl outward. Grape hyacinths make me think of little bells. This is the first year I have ever grown them, and short-lived as they were, they were so much fun to see. Bulbs always make me happy, and I have a variety of them, such as iris, ixia, daffodils. Bulbs need to be hybridized for our warm California winters, so they are not so rare as they used to be, but never seem as exciting as they do when they flower in a patch of snow.

I was poring over some photos I have, taken by me or collected through Pixabay and other free online royalty sources. Palm trees and banana plants. I did this to practice dry brush on a wedge brush – nothing great but it accomplished what I wanted – a soft bit of blending, such as in the foreground.

Once more lavender fields in Provence and other areas of southern France. In particular, mixing lavender that is bluish is a challenge; here, in watercolor, I diluted my purples with some blue and rose, as well as some greenish colors to suggest the lavender’s foliage. The scan didn’t do a great job. Additionally, I wanted to capture the texture in the rocky faces of the mountain, cracks vertically and horizontally in the bare stone.

Finally, a favorite place of mine – Figueroa Mountain in Santa Barbara County. In the spring, lupines and poppies bloom, and the view across the Santa Ynez Valley extends for miles. To me, this is the epitome of a wonderful time of year in California. It is when the rains turn the hills from brown and dull to an intense display of yellow, gold, and purple.

Drawing with ink and watercolor is pleasant and relaxing, and doing it in a sketchbook takes away the desire to create a masterpiece. Here, exploration, play, practice.

Carbon ink on watercolor paper; Rosa pan watercolors.