So after being completely bogged down with life, I have come to realize that getting 30 successive paintings done in a row is not going to happen. So I am going to simply paint 30 on as near a daily basis as I can muster. And in that spirit, I got busy last night and painted a scene which I saw west of the city on 53st. A lovely little wetland that straddled the road. I took the liberty of bringing the mountains closer as the camera as we know, likes to shove everything back as far as it can till you can barely see it. This was about an hour and a half total.
A quick sketch of a tree in Fish Creek. I tried to stay quick and loose with one. I couldn’t post yesterday because I had to replace the rear brakes on our Altima which were taking precedence.
Painting with my instructor and friend Doug Swinton down in Policeman’s Flats the other day. We spent a great deal of time driving around just trying to find a location to paint – even getting run off our first choice by a bunch of truck drivers hauling manure mixed with hay which had a particularly bad odour, so I’m kinda glad we moved. We ended up at the end of a road that had potential and quickly set up as the light was waning and it was getting bloody cold, 1 degree C.
This is a quick sketch (45min) of the trees and shrubs bordering a yard just to the right of camera. It was an interesting exercise as I painted very loose and with abandon. Brush strokes were put down quickly and much more gesturally than Im used to and it seemed to be pulling together oddly. I think having to race the light and the chill in the air played a big part in the fluid nature in which I got this down on the canvas. A great afternoon and a fun piece to create. The pint of beer afterward tasted might fine as well.
We had the worst flooding in history in my home town of Calgary. It is utter devastation. Basements and main floors flooded. The town of High River is virtually wiped out. The downtown core was declared an evacuation zone.
I went down to the flood zone to help out and was amazed to see the destroyed contents of all these homes sitting in large piles on their mud and silt covered front lawns.
Amongst the debris, and the wet, was the word “Believe” in the mud in the driveway of one of the houses. I pictured it sitting on the mantle a few days earlier with the forecast of heavy rain coming.
So as I looked up from it and saw all the volunteers and the generosity of complete strangers working hard for home owners that have lost everything. I couldn’t have imagined a more appropriate message to find. A message that says no matter what happens. That no matter what Mother Nature can throw at us, we can believe that things will be even better than they were before. New friendships made, and a city made even stronger.