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In the past three days I’ve driven over 12 hours in the desert. I went west to Albuquerque over the weekend and to Lubbock, Texas and back today. Some say the drive is dull, “in the middle of nowhere…” but I have to remind myself I’m driving, to look straight ahead now and then, and not let my eyes wander so long in my surroundings. It is exhaustingly full to me, so much sunlight where nothing can hide behind anything. I love it here.
It is fitting that I painted a landscape this afternoon. The snowy desert. It was inspired by my adventures this week, driving through snowstorms, only to be in a t-shirt two days later… It is a sibling painting to an oil I made last year (on left) and I thought you might like to see them together.
Snow over Santa Fe part one and two
I thought it was time to post a drawing of winter… this was drawn/painted from a picture I took this winter. What is happening under all the snow? It’s a gorgeous world of faded autumn colours and rotting vegetation and cool shadows. A nice contrast to the heat waves of summer so many of us are experiencing.
In Winter, watercolour on paper, 11 x 14"
The Chickadee, watercolour and ink on paper, 4 x 6"
Continuing along in my winter theme, I give you another snowscape:
Snow over Santa Fe, oil on canvas, 12 x 24"
This week has been an exercise in finding the lovely in the frigid.
There’s nothing like hearing there’s a storm on its way and you will be receiving a snow day. Ah, snow at sunset: sleeping in, pancakes for breakfast and a slow, white morning.
Snow at Sunset, oil on wood, 10 x 10"
I feel like this on a regular basis. It’s a good feeling, in case you can’t tell.
Winter Love, oil on canvas, 12 x 24"
university boys house, marker on paper, 6 x 8"
I was poking around the studio yesterday when I found this sketch. It wasn’t tucked neatly away in one of my 42 sketchbooks, it was just floating through letters and random scraps of stationary. It struck me as rather funny. It is the view from my bedroom window during highschool. It depicts the house across the street. The house that held the university boys – as the yellow marker title suggests.
You can imagine me as a teen, holed up in my room diligently doing homework… diligently, until of course distracted by the comings and goings of the young band of rowdy gentlemen across the street and inspired to make a sketch.
I can remember nothing about making this drawing except that it was winter and I tried to show the snow by leaving the roof and lawn blank. I am grateful to have my drawings though, because they’re always giving me glimpses of my past back, sketch by sketch.
