tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89450113267146518952024-03-05T04:12:33.791-05:00Diane LeifheitPastel Painting in the AdirondacksDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-90640358479743958602019-01-04T15:21:00.000-05:002019-01-04T15:23:27.860-05:00Reflecting on 2018.<br />
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Last weeks ice has made me cautious, had the Yax Trax on last week. It made me think I had not gotten anything done since that fall last January but that is the negative nag in my head talking.<br />
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In spite of the first half of 2018, I feel I was successful getting work made in the last half of the year. This composite is a sampling. Some are in <a href="https://dianeleifheit.com/workszoom/2926306">the calendar.</a><br />
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There were two successful commissions this year.<br />
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Then the very first painting after being away from the studio for 3 months. A Yay! moment.<br />
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I still did not feel on top of my game though when I participated in the Parrsboro Plein Air Festival. I felt like an imposter. As if I was there by some accident. It was a great and amazing venue - 43-foot tides that weekend. Still trying to wrap my head around that. This painting shows low tide. High is up to the edges of the greenery. A figure would give it scale.<br />
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The sun is out! Gotta go find some blue shadows.<br />
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I'll be taking advantage of the warm studio. There will be more work showing up in the next couple of months.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
Artliveslong, D<br />
<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-38312524910840593592018-12-06T09:32:00.001-05:002018-12-06T09:32:26.152-05:00A Little Summer on a Snowy DaySnow is on the ground here in the Adirondacks. We have just returned from sunny, snowless Massachusetts. The closer to home we got the whiter the landscape became. Snow was in the air and by the time we reached the driveway the vehicle that was left behind was under 3" of fresh snow. This, on top of the month's accumulation of several snow falls. It is a trip like that that makes me wonder why I have lived here for so long. I know the weather well, so why is it such a deal? No answer.<br />
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What I did with snow on the ground is typical Adirondack crazy - at least for me. I planted tulips. What you say? Yes, I did. It had to be done. I posted the event online and Robin Caudell saw a story. Here it is.<br />
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<a href="https://www.pressrepublican.com/news/adk-dirt-witch-defies-odds/article_e051ec7c-a9c9-5909-85a0-f6f9cf4f4a56.html">https://www.pressrepublican.com/news/adk-dirt-witch-defies-odds/article_e051ec7c-a9c9-5909-85a0-f6f9cf4f4a56.html</a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkZfHBoJlVOZavkMx2w4ahVpZVFQ3L9ttGdg9cRVrFp4QGqldskzeXAAIuBiJPTKvpiFVsMa25QFMs3RMiH7gHgHKcVyNJE8A6z4Abmtr0RtE5DELqv_3GBPeR3a2C-Mg666B7cI0SayD/s1600/Invitationonline.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="1600" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkZfHBoJlVOZavkMx2w4ahVpZVFQ3L9ttGdg9cRVrFp4QGqldskzeXAAIuBiJPTKvpiFVsMa25QFMs3RMiH7gHgHKcVyNJE8A6z4Abmtr0RtE5DELqv_3GBPeR3a2C-Mg666B7cI0SayD/s320/Invitationonline.jpg" width="320" /></a>Meantime I will start sharing the 2019 calendar paintings. Invitation is good for starters. This was made mid-August during the Adirondack Plein Air Festival. It is along the Saranac River, a favorite place of mine to paint.<br />
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My calendars are available <a href="https://dianeleifheit.com/workszoom/2926306">here</a> <br />
<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-5351924896148342472018-08-18T08:39:00.001-04:002023-07-03T14:08:26.607-04:00Five Days in Five Hours - or How to Keep Summer and Fall in Love with Adirondacks All Over AgainAutumn is pushing at the back of my mind. I could feel it occasionally this week, spending the best part of 5 days outside en plein air painting for the <a href="http://saranaclakeartworks.com/pleinair/" rel="nofollow">Adirondack Plein Air Fest</a>. It is that one or two little whispers of a breeze that floats in under the tee shirt - cooler than the sunshine appears. Just a whisper.<br />
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More than once this week Van Gogh was spoken of, the patron saint of plein air artists. His tramping through French fields, to paint the countryside, was nothing like what 50 SUV equipped artists did in the last week. For a majority of the participating artists, the panic to complete work in five days, the hell bent for leather pace allows only for a brief relationship with the land. Yet the plein air painters’ ability to see vs. look, made up for the lack of year-round intimacy with the Adirondacks. The works are spectacular and well worth taking a long look this afternoon at the many familiar places we who live here know from hiking or passing by at 55 mph. Take the time to visit Harrietstown Town Hall today, where these visions of the last week reside for a mere 5 hours, 12-5 and fall in love with the Adirondacks all over again.<br />
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Where I ended up was in several comfortably familiar spots. With exception of Chris and Beth's’ cows, each venue knew me and I knew it. Home field advantage one can call it. I managed to push myself and made seven images. These are long days, yet it seems too quick even for one who is familiar.<br />
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Which brings me back to Autumn, the gorgeous transition time, when even the familiar is in flux every day. For the last 2 years, I have used October to make small color studies of these Adirondacks, capturing backyard and familiar spots and venturing further afield to gather new views in their Autumn finery.<br />
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These Autumn jewels, 31 in 31, will be available to view on my Facebook page and on my website. I will be getting my act together to hook up with the Daily Painter website where the work will be auctioned off on a daily basis.<br />
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Because as you - kind reader know, artists eat too and head home after a day in the field to the same bills we all have. Do consider visiting Saranac Lake today and take in the works of 50 artists and consider the grant you give to an artist by purchasing a piece of your favorite place, the Adirondacks. The exchange gives you kind reader, a piece of the fleeting Adirondack summer and your artist the grant to continue in the pursuit of those moments.DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-30384958639340943482018-06-09T07:00:00.000-04:002018-06-09T08:58:45.377-04:00 There are Some Cherries Left. Part 3<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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In which the continuing saga of the stolen backpacks takes a twist. A dumbfounding email is received. A friend pitches in and the unthinkable happens in Mexico. </h4>
A week home, Spring seemed to have lost her way North. Chris was scrolling through his emails and handed my phone to me to view an email. (Remember his phone and computer are lost and yet to be replaced.) <br />
An email with a photo of his backpack and his computer with the question in Spanish, "Is this your backpack? There is also a passport?" <br />
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Where's the ransom note?<br />
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No, it looks official, from another grocery store in Tulum, not where we lost our packs, from Constantine and the lost and found of the Chedraui grocery (the Price Chopper of Yucatan) with the common disclaimer on the bottom of the email, "If you recieved this email… " <br />
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How did they get my email?</h4>
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The Homer Simpson moment: The itinerary folder was in the pack! What else, who, how, what, huh?<br />
It took 24 hours to respond. Too weird.<br />
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Chris forwarded the email to Roberto, our friend in near Tulum. He offered to get the pack as long as it was at Chedraui. Anywhere else and he brings the police. <br />
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Roberto is a Mexican Angel. Communications for two weeks. Roberto gets the pack and sends the contents sans the passport which has stayed behind in a folder in a drawer waiting for the next time we are there and the pack too which would not fit in the ship box.<br />
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Six weeks after the rebado-robbery, the remaining contents: the travel journal covering 11 years of trips to Peru and Mexico, the computer, the itinerary, really old books and a Patagonia rain slicker, were home.<br />
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Like "The Impossible Journey", the story of pets who returned home after a year lost, the contents can tell no story of what happened. They are just back.<br />
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Aside from a claim with home owners insurance and replacing lost items, the saga of the returned pack is over.<br />
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Time to get back to work. <br />
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Artliveslong, D DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-57541648567793951282018-06-07T19:00:00.000-04:002018-06-07T21:34:14.319-04:00Escape from Mud Season but… Bowl of Pits? Part 2<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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2018 was not finished handing out discouragement. </h4>
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We headed to the Yucatan, our annual get away from cold and mud season. I was viewing this time as an opportunity to renew my head and hand in my craft. Warm up my body and my creative juices, get ready for spring and painting outdoors plein air. I packed my backpack accordingly with paper, pencils, pastels, sketchbook, power cords, and etc’s - everything ready for action.<br />
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Sounds like a plan. Right?<br />
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The first four days of travel went as predicted, a car, the road, a favorite place to stay in Valladolid, sunshine, good food, beginning a new sketchbook. Traveling back to the coast, we stopped in Tulum at a grocery we have stocked up at for years.<br />
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The hubris of familiarity was the downfall.<br />
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We returned to the car to discover we had been robbed - our backpacks were gone. Just the packs, which contained the core of our travel accoutrements: Chris’s passport, camera, computer, Kindle, wallet, id, journal, sandals, itinerary. Me, that pack full of new start art supplies and of course, cash.<br />
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No one is ever ready for that.<br />
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We went through the stages of grief, rip off, denial, recognition, now what, communications, police report, decision making, action- more or less in that order.<br />
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Don’t ever forget this is Mexico. Ever. There are bad angels and good angels - efficiency and lack of.<br />
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We looked at our pluses and minus’s. Because I chose to squirrel away things in different bags, the pluses were I had my passport, wallet, cellphone, iPad and not to be thought of right away - The keys to the car back in Montreal.<br />
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All really good things - and - no one got hurt.<br />
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Another plus we had the police report in hand which has come in handy several times. The US consulate was only 40 miles away from where we were staying. A temporary passport was issued in 24, two days after that Wednesday.<br />
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Did I mention it happened on Chris’s birthday? No wonder we avoid celebrating birthdays.</h4>
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One angel back home - an Adirondack Stage Rat, sent Chris the replacement script of<br />
Kimberly Akimbo in a pdf. You know those crazy emails from friends hacked emails? "We are traveling in Mexico and got robbed. Would you send Chris the script?" Not money. Too ironic.<br />
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My hope still is that bag of art materials isn’t lying on the jungle floor crawling with bugs and slithery things - that the “perps” gave all that stuff to a neice or nephew and it saves the kids life. That is where I have kept the backpack in my mind - in a kids hands being used. Denial right?<br />
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I did not make any sketches. I read. I rode a bike, swam, and walked, all really good things for that recovering hip.<br />
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We had pesos enough for the duration.We tallied pluses and minuses, thankful for the huge help from our gracious friend Roberto, the manager of the place we stayed. We made a friend on the beach who made us laugh at our situation: “Hey you’ll never qualify for the <b>Pro Leisure Tour</b> if you aren’t drinking a beer by now.”<br />
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Our mantra when in Mexico is when something goes awry, like finding oneself rescuing one of the kids via internet; the bus has a grievous oil leak miles away from the destination; or one receives news of a relative becoming very ill, has been:<br />
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It may be cavalier to some but it has got us through some predicaments while traveling.<br />
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… Then we went home. It snowed feather comforter flakes that returning Sunday. Eight inches. April 22 Earth Day.<br />
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Life - the reason for reduced or no postings on SM. Why there is a block in creativity can be as huge as the loss of a loved one, an illness or accident or just plain fatigue with the game of getting work out there.<br />
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Stuff happens.<br />
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To be continued…<br />
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Artliveslong, DianeDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-82114820898035338952018-06-05T18:55:00.000-04:002018-06-05T22:21:41.243-04:00Life is a Bowl Full of Cherries Part 1<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Maybe yes, maybe no. January 28, I crashed into my hip on my own ice rink drive way. If I coulda bargained for a different bone I would have.<br />
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Not dwelling on on it.<br />
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Time incapacitated is sometimes a gift. Sketch books, drawings, thumbnail sketches are the order of the day. Make it work. Look at art books. Read up on technique. Sharpen up conceptual ideas that have been in the back of my head.<br />
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That was written sometime before I accepted I just wasn't gonna be in the studio or have independent mobility to anywhere - for a while.<br />
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Here's the rest of the story:<br />
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June 2018<br />
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I have wondered what has happened to current artists when I stop seeing their postings on the internet. Did they give up on social media? Was their work consuming them or was it family? Or was it the ever changing algorithm disguised as an enabler of communication redesigned by well meaning but greedy computer geeks?<br />
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I found out a couple of reasons this winter.<br />
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I was in a hurry to get to my studio to show a commissioned painting to its new owners. I failed to put on my Yax Trax. I slipped and crashed on the ice in my own driveway. I let out a yell - expletive deleted—and honest - four things immediately came to mind. Hospitals, old ladies, broken hips, pneumonia - a death knell.<br />
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Being full of p and vinegar is a trait I have yet to live down and after the immediate crash calmed a bit I managed to raise myself back up - on the ice - and painfully shuffle back into the house to inform Chris. I could move.<br />
Chris said, "Maybe you have just bruised it.”<br />
I said “I don’t know that.” I was really coming to grips that I did know - that it was broken.<br />
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Further proof of my p and vinegar - I proceeded to go to the studio - in the car - up five steps - arranged things for the meeting - went up 14 more steps to arrange the art in to be viewed in a larger space - went down the stairs and thought, “That is the last time I go up those stairs.” and called Chris to come and escort my patrons upstairs to the painting when they arrived.<br />
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Shortly after their departure we went to ER where ex rays revealed what I knew - a broken hip. I was knocked out of commission for two months to heal and work physical therapy.<br />
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That is how this painter receded from SM this winter.<br />
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Stay tuned. There is more.<br />
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Artliveslong, D<br />
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DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-25986163963640244692017-07-03T12:45:00.000-04:002018-02-07T09:54:28.285-05:00Back to work…<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, The shoveling to do. March 14, 2017</td></tr>
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( Truth: I wrote this entry several weeks ago. I had not let it go into the blogshere. In processing this idea further in the last month or so I have realized there is more than meets the eye in this slow recovery. The first thing out of my mouth Wednesday November 9, 2016 after my husband asked how was I doing that morning was, "Not good. I am not going to be good for a long time." I think I set myself up for a low grade depression, heading into winter because of the results that let the occupant in. Name it - Tame it, they say. I will continue to make work of what I consider beautiful to remind myself that it is out there and we all need to look for beauty every day even when uglinessness seems so insistant. "Nevertheless, She persisted.) Onward.<br />
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It was a tough winter for me this year. I came down with the flu hard and graciously gave it to my husband. We were perfectly useless to each other for more than 2 weeks. Then it snowed 3 feet. Whew. Adirondack winters test one's mettle.<br />
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I had good intentions to spring back into action when we headed to Mexico to escape mud season. Bought pastels and paper. Painted the first day. I found I lacked the energy to give to the work no matter how small. I carried my supplies as penance for not following through.<br />
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During my recovery from flu I ran across a <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2016/09/16/arts/design/a-101-year-old-artist-finally-gets-her-due-at-the-whitney.html" target="_blank">NYT</a> story about Carmen Herrera. I had never heard of her. She is an abstract minimalist who began her career in the same era as Mondrian, Kelly and Stella. She has become my heroine of the year or longer.<br />
<a href="http://the100yearsshow.com/" target="_blank">Carmen Herrera</a> is 102 and still painting every day. She has been discovered at a much later stage of her life than those bad boys of her youth. Most recently this winter Herrera had an exhibit of her work at the Whitney. Finding her was an inspiration. No, I will not be switching to her style. She is 102 and painting every day! I have a lot of work to do and years to get it done.<br />
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It has only been this week (early May) that I am feeling up to my old feisty self. Maybe it was working in the garden, bu I finally kicked the lingering malaise of the flu out the door.<br />
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Since I have a pile of prepped 6x8 pastel paper ready, I am intending to warm up the brain and hand with a mini a day. Here is an iris from the garden. These are very early because they have very short stems only 12" high, but the color is luscious. I don't do it justice here, but it was great to get back into the work.<br />
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I will be posting the work on Facebook on two pages. If you follow on one you will need to like the other to see it. The FB page with just my work on it will appear with only the work - no commentary on any desperate situations.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
Artliveslong, D<br />
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<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-36573194447996104612017-02-02T14:51:00.000-05:002017-02-02T14:51:32.937-05:00Autumn Reflections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What attracts a painter to view? Is it the challenge, reflections, or color - summer dormant reds and oranges jumping into my hand, or is it the subtle shapes just far away enough to escape real definition?<br />
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When I set up to paint near water it is almost always the water that taunts me. I feel lucky when I get reflections, because it allows me to work on seeing the stretched underside of the trees. Water reflections are a couple of shades more intense than what it is reflecting, a trait that the only tell is when picking up a piece that is not hanging - which side is up? If one is looking at reflections upside down there should be a faint sense of vertigo, falling into the "sky", that signals your viewpoint needs adjusting. <br />
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Finding that view is elusive in plein air. Elements can change quickly, the lovely branches with sky peeking through melding into tannic shoreline can vanish with a shift in sunlight and the jet stream dissolving those great reflection into ripples, leaving the painter guessing and frustrated. But one could return the next day yes? Maybe, but not likely in the Adirondacks. That wind heralds other weather. The sun may not be available for an appearance. In the fall it can mean the last day for that particular set up for color.<br />
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Plein air is a slow motion way of capturing what the Iphone gets in a nano second. One can say "got it" and rush on. The plein air painter sets up to catch a long piece of time in a two dimensional format and hopes to place the elements that first attracted her before – the sun moves, the clouds gather, the wind picks up, the temperature drops.<br />
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<a href="http://deleifheit.fineartstudioonline.com/workszoom/2281316" target="_blank">Autumn Reflections </a>is #5 in the 7 for 7 challenge to post. Painted at Camp Sagamore, it is ready to hang - right-side up - a window into fall to enjoy all year round. <br />
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Here is day 3. Day two and four will come later.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://deleifheit.fineartstudioonline.com/workszoom/2281388" target="_blank">"Trajectory"</a>, the night of a super moon rising over the fields in Gabriels.</td></tr>
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, <br />
Diane<br />
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DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-11954002352909701102017-01-23T12:41:00.000-05:002017-01-23T12:43:24.434-05:00Yet another mini challege<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I was nominated by Joann Quinlivan to post 7 paintings in 7 days on Saturday. I just posted my first painting, a piece - unfinished, a product of a one day workshop with another pastel and oil painter Corey Pitkin, which I participated in this January.<br />
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Having a model for a whole day is a delicious novelty and still - it is not enough time. Exploring deep shadows and strong bone structure with a little bit of a hazard- the paper was not as smooth as I usually work with - I was able to disappear into the work.<br />
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I need to dive in more consistently to my work. It is a healing strengthening process, quite necessary for the peace I need in my mind.<br />
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I won't pretend to change the world with my art, just record the beauty as a I see it. There is plenty of beauty out there in spite of the fierce political wind. I will go after as best I can. It is what I do.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-60736549230101899722016-12-07T19:43:00.000-05:002016-12-08T09:21:57.797-05:00Holiday Advice from the Red QueenDecember is rushing by, no surprise. Days are the shortest and complicated with weather, holidays and obligations. I like this time of complications, like my favorite line from Alice in Wonderland:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in
place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as
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With the Red Queen in mind, here is a hot off the easel piece commissioned this past summer for Christmas: <i>Somewhere in the Adirondacks</i>. <br />
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While I was there on location engrossed in the work, I felt someone watching me. I turned and there was a doe not 20 feet away calmly grazing behind me. She looked up at me for a minute, then continued munching the grasses, turned and headed back into the deeper woods. That will not happen in the studio.<br />
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This little piece from the 31 in 31 series almost got away from me. Several pieces from the series had been scooped up. This one was still hanging around so I framed it and bought it over to Lake Placid Center for the Arts for the Joy to the Children benefit auction.<br />
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A day later I got an email asking, "When can I pick up my painting?" Gulp! "What painting?" <i>Catching Rays</i>! O dear! I did a search through emails and found this little guy had been snatched up online during Studio Tour.<br />
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Once again: Where is that intern? Oh right. It's me.<br />
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A quick trip to Lake Placid rescued the runaway and was replaced by <i>Indian Pass</i>. All's well that ends well.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Holiday Gift Suggestion:</i></span><br />
There are a number of little jewels on my studio wall looking for new niches to fill. Framed, they are priced for the holidays, from $100 to $250. I am in the studio in the afternoons during the week (Check <a href="http://deleifheit.fineartstudioonline.com/" target="_blank">my website</a> for the days!) until 7pm for all you 9-5ers who are running as fast as you can, just to stay in one place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The smaller pieces range from $100-$250. Stop in to get a good look.</td></tr>
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Stay tuned.<br />
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<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-46331017833458860752016-11-14T10:11:00.003-05:002016-11-15T09:06:19.622-05:00Super Moon Rising TonightThe moon is rising in an entirely different place than in summer. It took me by surprise and I watch it faithfully. Northeast of the potato fields near where I live it rose last night, big and juicy. I was not prepared to paint it unfortunately, but I did capture last months <a href="http://deleifheit.fineartstudioonline.com/works/2209561/15-full-hunters-moon" target="_blank">Hunter's Moon</a>, equally impressive.<br />
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The moon reminds me of cycles. Seasons, children, friends, events. The moon still rises. Whether in its summer place rolling up the mountains or late fall over those fields, it returns regardless of other cycles.<br />
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It's no wonder it has been worshiped by so many cultures.<br />
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Stay Tuned.<br />
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<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-64094324743922890302016-11-01T22:20:00.000-04:002016-11-02T08:56:05.933-04:00Day 31 Trick or Treat?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Good things come to those who wait. I knew I wanted a Halloween face for the last one of the month but the day is only 24 hours long. Got the reference after the loot had been gathered then spread across the floor.<br />
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This is a tiny portrait for me 7x5. I feel like there is a ton of work to be done to finish it but in the spirit of the 31 in 31 challenge I will say that is it.<br />
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It never fails to amaze me when I start a portrait big or small my confidence falls straight to the floor. I pick up pieces of it and struggle to get past the beginning and then all of a sudden the face actually emerges. O! It's there, needs a little of that there and a little of this here. and the image appears.<br />
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Portraits are not like landscape to me. Portraits tell me, if it works, that I can see. The ah ha moment is almost physical, a surprise. An adventure with no guaranteed result. It is why I will keep at it.<br />
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Thanks to all who are reading. 31 in 31 will be shown during Artist at Work Studio Tour Nov. 11&12 10-4 at my studio – 815 SR 86 Gabriels. Most will be matted. some framed and some have already been sold. Stop in and check them out live.<br />
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I will continue to work at making a painting a day. Keeps the synapses snapping.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong,DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-2981893665713850672016-10-30T23:12:00.000-04:002016-10-30T23:16:20.856-04:00Day 30 Almost 31– The end that is the beginning. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 30 Loj Road Barn 6x8 $100 unframed</td></tr>
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How is that for enigmatic headlines?<br />
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Actually worked in the garden today as the snow finally melted overnight in the yard. But was thinking about this one - this barn that has been taunting me for years. I do not know much about it but I am sure posting the painting will flush some stories. Went to the studio late afternoon fought the angles battle and came up with a fair set of lines to describe its shape. I need to try again plein air when it is fair weather, spring sometime.<br />
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Yes it is day 30. I am not in the mood to stop painting, I'll be working on a variety of subject matter. Not feeling like it is the end but a beginning.<br />
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Stay Tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, D DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-31974614626040985262016-10-29T20:05:00.001-04:002016-10-29T20:09:07.456-04:00Day 29 Shivers and Rain<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Another one of those drive-by views that does not get the attention it deserves. Actually, mentally it is better for me to make the image in the studio since this location is constant traffic. Doesn't look like that though. I may have mentioned it before but I am a Stop-the-car-fall-out-and-paint plein air-ista. I don't see anything wrong with that but good weather days should be spent away from the traffic, which I do seek out.<br />
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Thinking about working on the list Eric gives out every year during the Paul Smiths paint week. To see those locations in less than prime weather would be inspiring. Though the sun could come out and I would be FINE with that.<br />
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Two more to go!<br />
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The whole collection will be matted and up for Artist at Work Studio Tour Nov. 11&12.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-45614275793650835812016-10-28T21:43:00.000-04:002016-10-28T21:43:44.737-04:00Day 27 and 28 Demise of Autumn Funk n Flash <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 27 Indian Pass from the Plains of Abraham 5x7 $100 unframed</td></tr>
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The Loj Road fascinates me, I confess. It goes beyond my usual fall-out-of-the-car-and-paint view and demands attention from a larger format. How many of us just drive by the Plains of Abraham and not take that side trip down to South Meadows because of one mission or another? The Loj is one of the roads that demands one to stop and smell the roses, take in the view and be grateful for what we have.<br />
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The ride into town on 86 is just as demanding. Years I come over the crest of the hill to see this view and say "Gotta paint that." But don't take a pic. There are at least 10 highway signs, a traffic light, power lines and some one bound and determined to either run up your back bumper or dart out from Lake Clear road in a vain effort to get to town 2 minutes sooner.<br />
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That is what cameras and sketchbooks are for.<br />
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Stay tuned. Only 3 days left!<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-42363254798621616222016-10-27T22:57:00.000-04:002016-10-27T22:57:27.116-04:00Day 25 and 26 investigations of the Loj Road<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Compositions galore along the Loj Road but in keeping with my fair weather plein air thang I am resigned to the warmth of my studio to interpret the day through thumbnail sketches and reference photos. Someone told me once "You can't have the shadows that dark It looks like it was done from a photo." I have given that pronouncement a bit of thought and have this observation of my own.<br />
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It is really about seeing. That particular artist knows her territory which is the Southwest. Crazy light there, shadows glow. In the Northeast light is different, comes in from a sharper angle in the sky. That makes the Adirondack light not the same at all. The density of trees sucks light right out of the shadows. Days like the last few are even darker since the cloud cover is so dense no light comes through. It feels like 7 am all day. And the shadows are Really dark all day.<br />
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Keeping my fingers crossed that next week will be warmer - a lot warmer so it can melt this first snow off. I thought we were going to get stick season before winter. Stick season: the season of bare trees.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-50864521646607334842016-10-25T20:48:00.000-04:002016-10-25T20:48:22.280-04:00Day 24 High Peaks near Lake Placid<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This was started plein air half in and out of the car to stay out of the wind. Clouds were scuttling quickly and in 45 minutes they all darkened. Finished up in the studio.<br />
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This is another piece that intrigues me. So many little problems to solve: Do I put in the puddles? Can I make them convincing? Which batch of clouds do I commit to? More blue sky or less? Already removed the chain link fence. Ya that looks better.<br />
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Stay tuned. Gotta catch up to 25 on the 26th.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-62263491983899049092016-10-23T22:55:00.000-04:002016-10-23T22:56:15.839-04:00Day 22 & Day 23 Before and After<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 22 Just before the Snow - St. Regis Landing 6x8 $100 Unframed</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 23 Over Stuffed Chairs 5x5 $100 unframed</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Day 22 dawned iffy and sure enough the ice was already gathering on my windsheild when I took off looking for the days offering. The view at St. Regis landing had about an hour in it before it would change drastically to white. About 7 inches sticky, wet, accident prone. But the view here spoke of both the before: of gold and rust and the incoming atmosphere of after. <br />
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Day 23 The Chairs are my fall back. There was no power all night -about 12 hours - so today is doubled up. Snow removal and u-turned little trees had priorities. Lost two trees and a few limbs and the chairs just needed to be made fat.<br />
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Full day of other priorities tomorrow. Will riffle though my references to come up with Day 24s reveal.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-14094086447130527582016-10-22T00:18:00.000-04:002016-10-22T00:18:50.172-04:00Day 21 Conflicted imagery<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 21 Barnum Outlet 5x7 $100 unframed</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Should have been watercolor. But it may have still been wet hours later. Light is what makes an image work though and there was little enough of that today.<br />
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Like several of the little paintings made in the last month this size is making me eager to get to a larger piece to explore it more.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-8889781748633364082016-10-20T23:38:00.000-04:002016-10-20T23:38:53.368-04:00Day 20 Painting with radar.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 20 Church Pond Canal Plein Air 5x7 $100 unframed.</td></tr>
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Like a race or a quick draw, today was being timed by the weather. Radar said an hour and a half, then rain - forever I think. Risky decision making had me actually standing in the canal at Church Pond - what was left of it after the drought - one foot of the easel placed on a found branch to keep it from sinking into the muck of the canal, painting without a thumb nail, aiming for the light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
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Here is where the challenge will be for me. Most of the lovely maples are done and they are claiming an insane snow event over the weekend (20 inches on the mountains!). I am a self proclaimed fair weather painter but I am going to do my best to find what is beautiful and interesting in spite of the incoming weather. I may travel to lower altitudes Keene perhaps and see what may be possible. Just hafta see.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-80372914899427658212016-10-19T21:31:00.000-04:002016-10-19T21:31:16.760-04:00Day 19 Earth Muscles<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 19 Earth Muscle 6x12 Plein Air $100</td></tr>
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I pass this field where the "Lightning Rod Barn" stands every time I head to town. Standing in one place to capture what I imagine I see everyday was a surprise. I have the image of what I see in my head but in one spot it is not quite there. My challenge will be to put it all together how it is in my head. There will be figures in it too eventually. There was a crew more than a half dozen men following a wagon drawn by a tractor tossing stones into it so the harvester can gather all the potatoes.<br />
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This challenge has me looking harder and seeing more than I thought possible.<br />
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I am getting to the point where I think - why stop there? Yeah right.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-45163642980924967012016-10-18T22:47:00.001-04:002016-10-18T22:47:15.586-04:00Day 18 making 31 paintings in 31 days<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Ok I am totally ignoring certain fall chores to accomplish this crazy goal. The weather made me do it! I headed to Black Pond today because I know it has good compositions and was surprised by this tenacious red maple and calm waters. Reflections are such abstractions - exaggerated shapes and underside viewing. Then there is the sky in reverse reaching near ones feet at the shore. The wind came up and riffled it all away. Arghh. That is what plein air painting is all about. NOTHING stays the same for long.<br />
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Saty tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, D<br />
<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-7121455650759330982016-10-17T23:26:00.000-04:002016-10-17T23:29:38.316-04:00Day 17 Leaves are dropping fast.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Would have been a good afternoon for a paddle on the Saranac River, though it must be very low in some spots. From what I could tell the river is down at least 2+ feet from this thirsty summer and fall. Yellow predominates along the river though there are still strong oranges and some reds in spots. Rain tonight with blustery wind will take care of more. I will have to travel further from home to keep following the color.<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, D <br />
<br />DELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-22799205957758867012016-10-16T23:38:00.000-04:002016-10-16T23:38:32.410-04:00Day 16 Close up<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outlier 5x7 $100</td></tr>
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The one leaf in a tree full of yellow caught me. Reds are about gone. The days are filled with yellow even when greyest skies predominate.<br />
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It is not difficult to find subject matter for thirty-one paintings in thirty-one days in Autumn. I am curious as to what will show up by months end.<br />
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Autumn is not at all like Summer. Greens are in charge in summer and the sun over head allows for longer periods of time to paint plein air for an interesting reason. Not because days are longer. It is because the sun is higher in the sky and shadows don't appear to move around as dramatically or as fast as they do in Autumn when the sun is past equinox. Day 14 taught me that. Should have known but I've never concentrated on painting Autumn every day before.<br />
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Color is the other obvious thing and that changes almost on the hour depending on the light and the temperature. Red and gold are not used with such abandon in Summer. <br />
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Autumn is an elusive beast. <br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Artliveslong, DDELhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507515458435836961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945011326714651895.post-60688835460952287332016-10-16T22:55:00.001-04:002016-10-16T22:56:26.858-04:00Day 15 Hunters Moon<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbk2GLe4zGkII0WNOZcDR_-eK_99KoJhBnUSPOXmtHw6lxUmg0AWbcuzDtk16JvzUgBUMpkl6NcTdm6K2Bv9Wcqi4fddmsTshNis2ZXMmSijr8OOlrsfI29bLfJmbDtybXjqXuMI_XCPOp/s1600/Day+15+Full+Hunters+Moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbk2GLe4zGkII0WNOZcDR_-eK_99KoJhBnUSPOXmtHw6lxUmg0AWbcuzDtk16JvzUgBUMpkl6NcTdm6K2Bv9Wcqi4fddmsTshNis2ZXMmSijr8OOlrsfI29bLfJmbDtybXjqXuMI_XCPOp/s640/Day+15+Full+Hunters+Moon.jpg" width="464" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 15 Hunters Moon 8x6 $100</td></tr>
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The light was magical. There was a lot of atmosphere predicting the incoming weather. This piece will be transformed into a larger work over the winter.<br />
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These little color studies are so inviting tempting me to drop everything and do 24/7 in the studio. The time will come…<br />
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