From the flat files
From a plein air paint out last fall.
The wind was howling, the temps were in
the low 30's but the sky was clear. At the end of the day
I was sitting in the cargo area of my jeep trying to get
warm and waiting for the rest of the crew to gather.
I kept looking at these pumpkins, or maybe they were looking
at me ... strange. They kept saying to me, hey you slacker why don't
you come out here and paint us. It's not that cold, naa, naaa, naaaa na
we dare you to try. I popped the hatch on the back of the jeep,
dropped down a piece of hot press, which I don't normally do. Started
with a one minute sketch and about 5 minutes of shivering and slapping
paint around. I couldn't really tell what I was doing because of the tears
in my eyes from the cold wind blowing. I think it's ok for what it is.
6 comments:
I love your little story and much more I do love the painting of the "talking" pumpkins :)
Beautiful, Doug!
Susanne
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Thank you so much Susanne, it's good to hear from you again. The talking pumpkins would have been a better title. Take care my friend.
Doug
Pumpkins calling you, eh Doug? hmmmmmm. Nice color harmonies in this one with just the dash of blue. Fresh and loose.
Uh, well maybe I was hearing things.
Thanks Loriann for the encouragement.
Talking about the fresh loose feel from plein air paintings was fun today. I've got to think about that subject more. Maybe I'll find something in Maine as long as I don't think too much. In the phase I'm in right now it's hard to start. Long story for much later.
I'm sitting here wondering about the dash of blue. I don't even remember using it but there it is.
Take care Buddette,
Your Buddy.
nice story Doug and it was worth braving the cold as this is wonderful
Thank you Carole.
I think talking pumpkins are a little weird.
Doug
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