Philosophy in a romance???

by Rain Trueax

Since doing a word for word edit with a book from my backlist, I've been thinking more about philosophy in my books. First of all, I should define what I mean by philosophy. I am using it as a way of thinking about the universe, the world, and culture. When we look to philosophy, it is to ask basic questions as to what life is all about.What we find can be taken into our own lives to help us in the future or be discarded if it does not fit.

There are, of course, philosophers, some famous for generations, whose words many generations have looked toward for truth that fits what they know of life. But, philosophy itself is about our own way of thinking as well. It asks the question-- what principles guide your life, your decisions, your view of the world? Do you know? Do you look for books to challenge and help you form your own views?

Sometimes the thinking comes from poets and a phrase will leap out. I have always been a collector of such words. The one by Robert Frost didn't make it into Luck of the Draw, but it fits the story. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." It has been a guiding principle for my own life that I not follow what everyone else does-- unless it fits my life.

by Diane, On grooming our flower garden for painting

Every evening a black cat crouched in the cosmos waiting for the unwary finch. So in an effort to make the hunt more difficult, I pulled yet more cosmos.  Don also continued his war against the invasive clover threatening to cover and smother all low growing flowers.

 

A small baby garter snake hiding in the damp cool of the clover
is one of the healthy benefit of weeds.

 I  was dutifully pulling the top leaves off the clover,
 when I spotted this wee little one.
Now I wonder if we should
think more about wild habitat in our gardens.
Clover is also good for adding nutritive nitrogen.
Yet the greener clover spreads over flowers mercilessly.

I like the clover carpet when it is just recovering from
being somewhat scooped  with hoe and shovel.
Roots remain: The clover grows back.
Constantly grooming clover is more back breaking labor than what we want to do.
Past years Don covered the clover with mint compost.
Fall crocus used to push its way above the mint compost.
Recuperating from gall bladder surgery,
Don is waiting to spread mint for a few more weeks
until his ten pound limit is lifted.
The mint is so strong it stinks and grows
ugly orange fungus
 and with the slightest disturbance clouds of mold spores rise.
Even smolders as it decays!
When the mint is first spread,
all my painting of the garden is from my studio window.

 

 



We agree only that a change is needed in our flower garden next year.

More plants that tolerate dry conditions!
More plants that will be compatible with wildlife.

 

how it begins

by Rain Trueax

If you are wanting to become an author, the first thing you will hear is write to the market. It makes sense. See what is out there and find your own version of it. There is nothing wrong with that for painters or writers. It's not though how I've done it and hence-- here's how it works for me, the process I use, which varies with the book, of course.

Often, I start with location, a situation, and then who might be involved in it. Once in a while, the situation and the who might be reversed. Most of the time though location is the initial inspiration.

by Diane: How much money is my painting actually worth? Not the purchase price?

WANTED THESE SOLD PAINTINGS
The money received for a short time
made me feel good
but now these paintings would be
more valuable for me to study.
 

 

How much money a painting is worth depends on the person -  the artist or the buyer. Obviously the amount the buyer is willing to pay for the painting is how much the painting is worth to the buyer. Right? No! Some buyers like bargains and want to hear the painting is worth more for their self satisfaction.

 The first time I was asked was in 1965 by Hale Wellman who purchased  several watercolors of palm trees painted in Tucson, Arizona. For insurance purposes he wanted to list my paintings as his belongings.  Since his daughter was one of my best friends, and my husband and I were newly married living as students on a tight budget, the paintings were very reasonably priced to sell. Hale wanted to know their actual value that must be different than what he paid. It crossed my mind that they were not even worth as much as he paid. Putting a monetary value on art is a superficial construct of our capitalistic society. Paintings were like gold ingots to keep wealth. At the time I was dumbfounded by this question making me see art in an unfamiliar light.  I do not recall rising above being wordless.

Even if not including the sentimental attachment I have for the memories my paintings give me, the worth of all my paintings are priceless to me. The value I have for them can not be measured in dollars. The true monetary value of my painting is not something I usually have in mind. I should hope my work is worth more money than the cost of the materials. But is it worth a salary for the amount of time I put into living and working with each painting?  Figuring that way I am working for free even if I sell a painting now and then for hundreds of dollars and once a few times for $1,200. Does it pay for my education and experiences that went into painting? Not even close!

What I make in money is less and less important to me in my senior years.  In 1965 I was encouraged by all sales when I needed the income for buying more art supplies. The small budget years when my husband was a graduate student  at the University of Arizona, I enjoyed going to the student store and buying supplies for a small fraction of what they cost now. Knowing the money came from someone who wants to have my work was a boost to my ego. But the supplies did not last and neither did the glow from the sales. my patrons from the 60"s have either down sized and in many cases have passed away. Some work has sold on e-bay or the Portland Art Museum Rental and Sales Gallery for several paintings that were once part of the  First National Bank Permanent Collection.

These days all my older work informs my new work. I welcome my older paintings back into my collection. Some friends have put my paintings in their will to go to me or my family. I am willing to pay to get the work back.

Fairy Tales for Grown Ups

by Rain Trueax

Recently during a good conversation about many things, a friend told me she was unwilling ever to read my paranormals. She has been supportive of my romances, but a world with demons and monsters was a bridge too far. My mind is much on these books since I finished the rough draft of my seventh in a series called Mystic Shadows.

I didn't ask her specifically about what she feared from them because that's her business. If she's uncomfortable with something, then that's enough reason. I can think of possible reasons she might have concerns, which led to this blog.

by Diane, Overcoming painter's block recipe - benefits and shortcommings

Starting July 31st my past four Wednesday blogs were about the development of two similar paintings.

I declare them finished this week.  At least for the foreseeable future!  Their titles might be  MY DREAM #1 and #2. The  recipe for these combined three entities - our garden, a painting surface already covered with textured paint.  Henri Rousseau's painting, THE DREAM was an interesting start because I enjoyed the lush forest.

The first painting has more of Rousseau's symbolism that led me to see changes in meanings of symbolism between 1910 and today. Also needed a larger surface. In the second painting.  DREAM #2  became more personal with symbolism from  life closer to my home garden.

One of  the personal symbols was my husband Don's and my sculpture of Nessie.  I wanted to commemorate my wild garden that we both created but will be replaced by easier to maintain plants in a drier climate.

 Another entity in my formula is the surface. DREAM #2 was painted on top of an incomplete abstract became the surface. I borrowed much of the original abstract for the overall coloring of the painting.



 This week I attempted to resolve MY DREAM.

 
 

Mine symbolizes mystery and female renewed, creative flow.

Rousseau's has female symbolism of renewal, peace plus esoteric mystery.

Some of the subjects are shared and  may have different symbolism.

Mermaid by our front door

 Summation of the benefits and critic of my experimental recipe to banish painter's block

This new adventure followed a dry spell when the sightings of foxes abruptly terminated my last series of immediate reactions to what I was seeing of them.  Hopefully the foxes went closer to the river where their pray wouldn't be warned by the snapping of dry grass. As we saw fewer and fewer fox we worried that the mountain lion sighted in our neighborhood took them.

Writing was a positive part of my process keeping me thinking, photographing, and researching origins and symbolism of plants and animals. Writing about the experience, I want to add in retrospect, was as important as the three entities in the formula to overcome painter's block. A fifth entity is a strategy of determining when the painting is finished.

 If  the summer had not dried up the garden plants,  if the yellow jackets did not pester me, if I wasn't about to pack for travel, I would have been tempted to add some birds, and define the pears and peaches, or add surreal Koi fish flying about.  Adding more was becoming work instead of fun. So my final hours of painting was devoted to looking at the abstract composition of color values, compositional contrast to bring some flowers and the snake to more dominance. I made the background darker and more purple to help to make the moon more noticeable.

I am happy with the painting.  Thank you Rain for making me a co-author here.
Stay tuned. In October I foresee another need for a painter's block formula. Painter's block often occurs after life's interruptions.

 

the heart and the catalyst

by Rain Trueax

Another interesting dream that I am still mulling over with two symbols that seemed possible to have meaning.

by Diane: It's a bird? Two monkeys? No, a pair of three toed sloths?

Rousseau's mysterious painting is a license for me to be mysterious. 

What animals are above the nude in Rousseau's THE DREAM?
For two weeks into finding inspiration from THE DREAM,
I still assumed, without looking closely, the light orange with a gray streak was one exotic bird.
After reading that there are two monkeys, I examined the painting more closely.
One howler monkey is just left of the snake charmer, maybe.
Above the nude, in my opinion, are  ambiguous profiles. Two smiley faced sloths?

 

 

 

Being open to mystery, symbols of female strength, and the lushness of a jungle are three take aways from Rousseau's THE DREAM. 

I am making a fresh start midway in completing my painting. Out of sight is Rousseau's painting.  My painting is about making my own choices.  I want to celebrate my wild garden before allowing my husband to take the garden in his preferred direction - planned order. With the drier summers I agree with him that we need to plant according to the new normal.  Besides trimming away at my jungle is not sustainable.

The three entities from my recipe to overcome painter's block are again each of equal importance. They are an unfinished canvas with thick rectangular strokes of oil paint, our flowers and  Henri Rousseau's THE DREAM.  In process I am distracted from my attention to painting foliage, flowers and fruit.  People and animals are more in my comfort zone and I find it laborious working on plants. The thick impasto makes it difficult to paint leaves and flowers. I do not scrape the thick paint away very often because I want to paint in my style - not Rousseau's.
 

 

My husband's and my flower garden was worth celebrating.  I loved seeing biennials reseed themselves and pop up in quirky places. Our  Snapdragon seeds germinated between rocks or in a crack in a rock. New relationships of color and shape were gifts to discover rather than control. For two years the rock was a planter for Snapdragons; This year Cosmos  took hold in the rock. Our garden was like escaping into a dream where plants had personalities.  A Geranium originating from Northern Africa dyed as the Cosmos originating from Mexico fell over it.  Many Cosmos sprouts from years past popped up around the failing Geranium.

 Doing research I found that some of our flowers are from Africa like the Gladiolas. The glads grow many small bulblets that are impossible to remove once they get started. So many small starts sprout each year along with second year bulbs creating a dense patch of  vertical spiked leaves like they grow on the foothills below Mount Kilimanjaro.  The Amaryllis Belladonna Lily  with several other common names as Naked Ladies originated from South Africa. Symbolically the lily was named after Amaryllis, a love struck nymph in Greek mythology. Or as another source goes into detail Amaryllis was a Shepherdess in the Greek "Amrysso" in Virgil's pastoral "Elogus".
A portrait of a  nineteenth century British-American actress born in Jersey Island, Lillie Langtry was painted by Frank Miles. She had an Amaryllis Belladonna in her hair. Miles called the painting Jersey Lily. Because of her fame, the lily is often called Jersey Lily.

In my painting I decided to replace the first nude with a mermaid. We have a mermaid sheet metal sculpture by our front door for years. Amazing that I never cared about what she symbolized. Not any more! I looked up her symbolic meaning. According to a tattoos web site, Bydie, "Mermaids can signify this particular sweet freedom of life, helping us pay tribute to our primordial home.  By singing her song, the mermaid beckons us to return to the calm ( and at times turbulent) water, and seems to promise our protection if we follow."  Another reference found on the Internet is from Carl Yung's theory. He says that  mermaids are associated with spiritual messengers of transformation.  Messengers for things associated with the spiritual element of water; Emotion and inspiration. People often associate them as something that touches them deep in their souls. For my painting I would like an aquatic symbol of creative transformation away from painter's block.

My painting is about painter's block and the wish to return to a flowing art process. So the water in the painting symbolizes to me my painting flow. There are many other less meaningful for me symbolic meanings for waterfalls, streams, and oceans and so on. I like water in the Biblical context of  regeneration and renewal.

Geraniums also surround the mermaid. They break up her body making her less dominate  while the Geraniums are more immediately recognized. Geraniums usually symbolize happiness, positive emotions, friendship or wishes for good health.

This week I am continuing to be selective with how I present the symbolic significance of images in the rest of the painting. Perhaps i will pull out the mermaid to make her more significant.


 I have a strong desire to keep to my original recipe of making my painting process more personally rewarding spawning new ideas and greater engagement in the painting process.  I am continuing to connect with both our flower garden, and the heavy palette knife  textures from an unfinished abstract. If Rousseau was a catalyst for Picasso and the Surrealism, I can tap into Rousseau's naive style as well.

By this weekend the paint will be dry enough so the last efforts in pushing and pulling images will be doable on this thick impasto painting.

dreams and Uranus

by Rain Trueax

central Arizona photo

Astrologers say the planet Uranus went retrograde (whatever that means), and from between the 11^th and 12^th   of August until January 2020 it will be a time of intensity (like the world needs more of that...) and a time to look for omens and synchronicities. 

So dreams fit under that category, right? The night of the 12^th, I had two dreams that were kind of linked and kind of not. That I remembered both when I woke up is a little unusual for me. I generally just hold onto one, the last one. 

by Diane; Henri Rousseau's THE DREAM painting and my textured surface ecliped inspiration from my garden

The 12' square canvas board last week made me feel tight. I did not possess the skill to render a miniature of Rousseau-like foliage. So this week I worked on a larger  24" x 36" stretched canvas but thankfully the palette knife textured surface forbid the fine detail of Rousseau's jungle painting.



Before cataract surgery the painting appeared more gray than lavender.

The grays made it more cohesive. Now I considered it unfinished

so I turned it upside down and started painting another version of  "The Dream". 

 

 I am comfortable keeping to my impressionistic style of the landscape when using Rousseau's work as a reference. Not tediously painting every leaf led me to consider his story content.

 

Le reve exotiqu or Le Songe, 1910

From my perspective in 2019, almost 120 years after Rousseau's painting was completed, the rainbow skirt had me wondering what was the relationship between the African snake charmer and the nude. Unintentionally my nude kept wanting to be flirtaceous - eying the snake charmer. The nude's head was on top of a bright red splotch from the old abstract.  The bright splash of color gave the impression of flowers in her hair like Frieda Kahlo, a sexually free experimenter. I kept trying unsuccessfully to make the charmer masculine. Furthermore the orange tree with ripe fruit reminded me of Miriam's orange.  Maybe with all the wild animals and foliage my painting wants to be a lesbian Paradise paralleling Adam and Eve. Or maybe Yadwigha is an enticing  mermaid.  I started researching Rousseau's painting on line.

 

Henri Rousseau wrote a poem to  explain his painting. Another explanation he gave was that the nude was on a couch in Paris dreaming she is in an African jungle.  Below is the translation from  French in Wikipedia.

The  Dream
Yadwigha is a beautiful dream
Having fallen gently to sleep
Heard the sounds of a musette
Played by a well intended snake charmer.
As the moon reflected
On the rivers or flowers), the verdant trees,
The wild snakes lend an ear
To the joyous tunes of the instrument.

Yadwigha was Henri Rousseau's Polish mistress from his youth.

Symbolically the  curve of  Yadwigha's thigh and leg parallel

 the similar curve repeated in the snake. Symbolically meaning

that Yadwigha was the other snake in his picture
both soothed and made docile with joyful music.

 

My painting is a day dream.- not a night dream like Rousseau's.  

 

 In Rousseau's painting the snake charmer was African with dark skin in the shadows of night while the nude was in the light. In 2019, I don't want to put dark skinned people in the shadows compared to the lighter skinned people because in my times diminishing the value of a person by putting them in the shadows is a hateful practice. Furthermore my painting is symbolically about celebration and light. In Rousseau's times the rainbow skirt was symbolic of peace. Since 1978 in San Francisco, Gilbert Baker made the first LGBTQ rainbow flag.

 I fell into a fascinating twist suggestive of another kind of Adam and Eve story. This detour amused me in the development of a painting celebrating my love of the wildness of my flower garden.  My painting took another turn back to  the inspiration from our flower garden. I removed the nude.  The lions remained because there are mountain lion sightings in our neighborhood. The The deer were very nervous this week so the running lavender colored deer remained.

My ending painting block idea worked.  Taking three unrelated inspirations and bringing them together makes me excited to see what happens next week!

 

Inspiration

by Rain Trueax
 

For writers there is the constant consideration of -- write for the market or write from their own heart. Unless it's a hobby, making money at writing has to be a consideration. Sometimes a writer gets lucky and what the market already wants is what they enjoy writing-- definitely fortuitous. A writer might write to their own heart and hit a zeitgeist-- a time when the winds change, and they ride the first wave.  

This is on my mind today because I finished the rough draft for the last book for a series that hasn't found a market. These books are twice as long as some of the best selling books, where novellas are so popular. I could have written two or maybe three books in the same time. So why write longer books? Why not look at what is selling and try to create my own version of it? Why when I see that my historicals sell better, set a series in contemporary times?

There are reasons for all of that. Of course, one is the hope that this story from my heart will find readers who will love it as much as I have loved writing it.  It's kind of a weird thing how I put off writing more than a couple of chapters for over a year from when I had brought out the fourth in that series. I believe this was the right time for writing it. It's a better story than it would have been  if I'd jumped right in after the fourth. I learned things about the characters that I might've missed back then.

However, a delay like this is another of those no-no's if someone wants to sell books-- regular production is important to keep a market waiting for the next one. A year off and who but me cares that I am writing it now. That wasn't a question lol.

by Diane: Simple recipe for painter's block

The roll of fox paintings was interrupted by my husband's gall bladder surgery. On Saturday the day after surgery he did well. We enjoyed a brief visit from daughter Melinda, Mark and Madisen being available in case we needed anything. We sure appreciate their love. As the days passed he could not sit around and constantly he was on the go giving me time to paint.

The fox is not visiting the dry field however.

Furthermore many of my observations were about violent encounters of wildlife.

Doing more violent paintings has no inspiration for me after the mass shootings last weekend.

 

Working in the flower garden before my husband's surgery was an obvious starting point for new paintings.

 

 One catalyst for creating something new is making connections between unrelated things. Making a visual connection between absurdities.

 I found a used surface - a partially finished abstract watercolor started in Ruth Armitage's workshop on Approaching the Abstract.

 

 

 

 I set up in my front yard where I could be inspired by our flowers. Even if my husband has a different aesthetic for the flower garden cleaning up my preference for a jungle garden, I could at least paint a jungle like Henri Rousseau's "The Dream".

 

 

 

Only "The Dream" is 6' 8 1/2" x 9' 9 1/2".  The forms in the large painting compressed to my small 12" square surface became a challenge more difficult than my ability to render.  I first painted the nude in the water departing from Rousseau's.  The abstract pipe cleaner marks like water in a stream became more dominate in the painting than "The Dream" and my flower garden. I decided to play with  the nude in the stream.

The lily at center took away from the flow of the stream. With some paint thinner on a rag I easily removed the lily. Removal was easy because of how well

 I had covered the watercolor with acrylic medium.

The theme for this painting will be continued

 on a medium sized 22''x28" canvas with another abstract already on the surface.

Maybe I will come back and paint more bubbles inspired by the circles in the original abstract. The bubbles are blown form the golden flute. Also will judge if this painting is racist because the dark skinned flutter is in a darker part of the painting.

serendipity and a sculpture

by Rain Trueax

Now and again, I talk about serendipity and how I welcome such times. Well, everybody welcomes such times since it means an occurrence or series of events that play out in a beneficial way. Kind of a lucky chance. Serendipitous times are nothing I can predict, nor will I have done anything to make them happen. Often they are little things.

by Diane: Collaborative husband / wife flower garden

My husband and I love our flower garden especially this year when Don is  not feeling like fishing. Hopefully he will recover in time to go for limited fishing the middle of August. He is getting his gall bladder out this Friday. He will be restricted to lifting no more than 10 pounds for 6 weeks. The surgeon says he can go fishing but I have to reel the fish into the boat and carry it. Not my thing. Rather be painting. Luckily, Don has a good many fishing partners and his 18 year old grandson to accompany him.

Gardening is more fun when we do it together usually. When one of us is first to see another flower opening it is special news between us. I love how the flowers have evolved the past 34 years that we lived here. Mostly they are volunteers surprising me where they pop up like the sunflowers, California poppies, glads, lobeilia and many more. If the previous owner visited, they would see many of the same plants they had. The dahlias and lilies we collected over the years. We are making plans for adding chrysanthemums this Fall. And wondering how to make it better for hotter drier conditions in the future.

My vision of an inspiring garden is a jungle like in Henri Rousseau's 1910 painting, " The Dream".    Don is not comfortable with any weeds. Even plants that have some weed-like character like California poppy and cosmos after their prime. Lilies still look great after they are done. He prefers seeing dirt  paths  between the plants where he can rototill. The robins and blue birds like his dirt.

Don likes clean color areas with strict borders without any plants falling over the border. His aesthetic is more like a Mondrian.


Is it possible to bring these two aesthetics together?
My good man allows me to be the boss of most of the decision making. He pulls out the rototiller and I run to guide his way. At the end of the day the resulting arrangement flowers in front of our house is the best we have ever had.

Last year with a carpet of weeds.

My husband's clean vision for our front yard that is completely clean of weeds still has enough variety of forms and color to be a catalysis for paintings I hope to paint next week. My hope is making a painting like  Rouseau's "The Dream".

Catalyst

by Rain Trueax 
 

Sometimes I wake up in the morning with a word. When catalyst flashed into my mind, I knew exactly why. I also knew what it meant. Here are two dictionary definitions.

1.  a substance that enables a chemical reaction to proceed at a usually faster rate or under different conditions (as at a lower temperature) than otherwise possible
2. a person or thing that precipitates an event.

In life, there are catalysts that sometimes we don't recognize and sometimes we do.

by Diane, Painting my reality without camera references

Traditionally painters make plans like taking photos of their subject and making drawings of their composition before starting to transfer their final drawing onto the canvas. Then when all is perfectly planned, they paint.
          Rejecting tradition, I want the painting to be my first impulsive fresh statement capturing the vigor of my child- like enthusiasm. I try to summon my courage and go right for drawing in oil paints on my canvas. Of course my rejection of a safer path can result in more failures. Critics used to photographic reality will say my fox doesn't look like a fox. Most often I am the critical one meaning  correcting errors. For example, the dark background on the fox's right front leg is a distraction counter to the fluidity of the fox's movement. So I added more dark under the fox and transitional grays.

Convex belly,
left horizon line confused
right front leg

        During the past month of oil painting  fox in our backyard, I accept my depiction of anatomical inaccuracy trading it for lively exaggerations of gesture and color.  As I watch the fox, I am becoming more familiar and want to see if I can remember well enough to better capture an abstracted form on my canvas. I was not satisfied with my first paintings after continuing to study the foxes' flowing movements.  Before painting more oils, I drew in grays with sumi ink and washes of white acrylic ink.
   

The dark below the belly defined the belly as being concave
 because in order for the fox to have maximum spring
 the pelvis tilts down pulling the belly in before the apex of the jump as the back legs push
and the chest expands with air 

Other parts of my life come into play on how I am observing the fox. I have been learning Tai Chi Qi Gong for two months. So my co-ordination and memory of strange, slow, sneaky movements are foreign to my Western stiff tight neck and knees. I imagine myself as smooth and as a fox. but of course I am not.  I am becoming more aware of my breath and how I am distributing my weight and what it does to my bones as I move. So when I am drawing the fox, I can imagine the fox's body as if it were my body giving me a reality different than the camera's.  The fox has to move with the same principles as the practice of martial art. Interesting to make comparisons and record with a little distortion where the weight and breath is in the fox.
        Time to paint more memories of the fox, last seen on Monday. I sure hope one of the four foxes we watched, survives the predators.

        Not taking pictures with my phone, also, allows me to accept childlike distortion and simplification making the spirit of the gesture dominant.

I do not know if 6,000 years ago
when Qi Gong was first practiced
if the first masters
took inspiration from the movement of foxes.

Starting Over-- series

by Rain Trueax

Many times, I've mentioned how it's not about simply putting a book out but about launching it-- if someone cares about selling that book. The first part is easy-- follow the dots. The second not so much. It has to be in the right genre, have helpful tags, places to let readers see it, ads, but there is another thing that makes a difference-- having it part of a series.

What a series does is when a reader likes a set of characters, a place, a theme, they often will follow it up. I got one criticism early on that i hadn't made it clear that the book they bought was second in the series. Readers like to read books, especially with connecting characters, in order. When you do an ad, a series makes a reader more likely to also buy the next and the next. I've seen it play out time and again. You pay to advertise one book but reap the benefit for the rest. 

Series can based on a place, characters, or theme. You have seen how that worked with wildly successful books, like the Harry Potter books, Game of Thrones, etc., but it's a plus even for those that are not.

by Diane: Studies of a young fox

Summi ink and acrylic white ink on watercolor paper.
Thank you Rain for critic of my oil painting of foxes.
My snouts were too long on this quick
drawing and I reworked them.

Summi ink and acrylics on watercolor paper.
Missing the foxes and it shows up in my painting.
The remains of one was found in the draw by the vultures today.

by Diane: Fox sightings while painting continues

 Over half the month has passed and  foxes are still more cautious ever since the Fourth of July fireworks. So I have been looking at them far in the distance through field glasses. 
The series of 10" x 8" oil paintings of foxes will be abstracted from what fox look like to me. As I paint them from memory, I remained open to new ideas coming from the painting as if the painting is carrying on a conversation with me.

Monday, revisions began with yesterday's decision
 to make the back fox blue.
Then as soon as the fox was painted blue,
the flood gate was opened to paint all over.
The creative flow breaking through after a spell of tight thinking
 is the reward I love so much about painting.
Quickly the chemical green background was covered
with tints of a green grayed down.
The painting suggested elongating the movement of the blue fox.
I finally reached enough understanding of the form
to abstractly break up the front fox's form into planes and lines.
Finally my reluctance to use photos
paid dividends as the spirit I love in children's art appeared.


 

Sunday, I enjoyed painting the colors in the front left ear.  But after
painting the ear for several hours, I looked at the whole picture.
Color balance between warm and cool -
not pleasant. The back fox says it is a blue fox.
My vision was just to make one change.

Saturday, July 13, I did not look up fox anatomy.
The front fox's ear too low unless head tilted?
Will tilt eye and mussel but that was not to be.
I felt critical of the back fox laying down as if cowering.
I've watched fox pups play tag
 without observing dominance
therefore the fox in back should be in motion
with eye on the front fox.
The front fox needs shoulders tensed
as though about to change direction
and bound away.

Yikes

by Rain Trueax

Time is going by way too fast. I literally cannot believe we've been back at the farm for a month and it seems like it was yesterday.

The farm has had a lot accomplished-- hay for the winter bought and stashed in the barns; sheep shorn; fields fertilized, and fence across the creek replaced after calf got on the other side. The place was in great shape when we returned thanks to the hard work of our son, but this is the season for preparing for all the other ones.