9x12inches, sharpie marker and oil pastel, image below, the view from my chair.
So I checked the forecast this morning, sunny, partly cloudy, windspeed 10km/h, temp 10C rising to 11C, windspeed rising to 20km/h, cloudy by noon, rain by 3pm—very important information if you want to paint outdoors a half hour walk from home. Other important considerations are the input/output ratio and timeframe in terms of how long does it take for that wonderful dark and rich morning cup of coffee to percolate through and beg for release. No one mentions that aspect in the art books, I’ll bet, but then there is the speculation that Tom Thompson fell out of his canoe to an early death doing just such a thing.
So maybe I have no need to wonder why I haven’t done more plein air sketches/drawing/painting (whatever you want to call it), but these autumn colours and good weather will not last, and it I really wish I’d started sooner. I never did because ‘I don’t do realism’ so couldn’t see an excuse to go out tramping through the woods (which I do for exercise) and call it art. Dragging all my gear along seemed unnecessary.
And a whole lot of work.
But I did it. Having a long neglected serious hiking backpack helps carry the load, and it is a load. This morning was my second day in a row, and my hips hurt. But I still would love to do this every day if I could, but snow is coming (wet flurries possible tomorrow), so by next week it’ll be back to studio, imagination, and the occasional photo to jog the memory banks.
ooooh, one more picture, in case you’re hankering for a snack (drawing is brainwork, and brain cells need feeding)
Yes, apples, lots of apples, endless apples in this places, different sizes, different flavours, wonderful apples.