Backyard plein air

We just got back home from a week in LA visiting family, and whenever we’re there, we always spend a bunch of time outside in the back yard. My in-laws live up a hill, and their backyard opens up to a valley below, with palm and cypress trees in the middle distance and hazy mountains beyond. They spend a lot of time gardening, and each corner of their yard has treasures to uncover, from a waterfall-irrigated koi pond to a large-scale metal whale sculpture, hand-made by my spouse’s dad.

 

Small 5”x7” watercolor sketches, trying capture the essence of this beautiful LA backyard

 

Having two preschool-aged kids means that pretty much nothing is ever relaxing, and never will be again, but I still enjoy sitting outside in that yard, in the reliable LA sunshine, and taking in the view.

This trip, we decided to bring down some watercolor supplies and an easel, which we set up on the deck. As soon as the kids woke up in the morning, they’d roll outside and start painting their masterpieces. At least for the first few days. After which the primary activity transitioned from painting pictures to using the watercolors to whip up potions that would turn people into frogs.

 

The kids doing morning art. Similar view as the one for my picture with the grill. We eat all our dinners outside when we’re here.

 

I don’t like using an easel for watercolors because I get too many drips, but I brought down some small clipboards that I would use to move around the yard and sketch a new corner of the garden each day.

My mini clipboard and mini watercolor set, sitting by the koi pond

The rendition

I tried to be strategic about timing and placement, but my 3-year-old found me, and I ended up working on my last painting (the umbrellas) in this position.

 

Artists together

 

Palate history

I’ve recently started taking photographs of my palate paper when I finish a painting, as well as the final product. I like looking at them side-by-side: the journey and the destination; it tells the story of the process in a much looser, unrefined context. I also think they can be beautiful in their own right, and I always feel a small hesitation when throwing them away, so I decided to start documenting.

 

The beginning.

 

I rarely know the exact color combinations I’ll need when starting a fresh picture, so I typically prep my palate with a small dot of any color I might possibly use, and then top up the ones that become instrumental. Above is a selection of the colors I thought I might use in a painting of Lake Virginia. And below is what the palate looked like at the end:

 
 

Below is the palate of greens, blues, yellows, and browns I used for the first layer of a forest hiking trail scene:

 
 

And the finished picture with lupines below:

 
 

Art on the go

I typically paint from photographs I’ve taken, months or even years after the fact, holed away in some ever-shifting art nook in my home, thousands of miles away from those memories. It’s a nice way to reflect on an experience. But also, I’m just slow. I like to sit and paint for an hour or two at a time, take a break, come back another day, paint over what I’d previously done. And then back and forth, day by day, somehow, finally, arrive at a finished work.

But I occasionally try to draw or paint in real time, sitting somewhere and sketching what I see. These pictures are rarely my favorites because I haven’t had time to focus on the details, but it’s a good exercise in staying nimble. And in the years that I spent traveling around the world on my own, it was a satisfying way to keep myself company.

This is a sketch I did on a warm autumn night when I was living in Athens, taking an evening walk around the Parthenon. I remember sitting on a ledge with my sketchbook and a view, locals and tourists passing me by.

 
 

And another time at a café in Seville, snacking on baked cheese and honey, passing the time before going to see a raucous flamenco show.

 
 
 
 

During that same trip to Spain, I also visited Granada, which I simply loved. Its whitewashed houses in the hills reminded me of Greece, a place that feels like home for a certain part of my heart. I spent an evening overpaying for wine with a beautiful view of the Alhambra, charcoals and a small notebook at my side.

 
 

I’m not proud of the sketch I made that night (bad proportions, chalky shading), but I got to stay there drawing as the sun went down and the castle walls glowed pinky orange, and it felt like a magical time.

 
 
 
 

With young kids and a pandemic, globetrotting has been off the table for a few years, but the memories still light up from frames on the walls and project ideas for the future.

First gallery show

For a while now I’ve toyed with the idea of trying to display some of my art, but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. I don’t have enough work for a full gallery show (and wouldn’t know how to facilitate that either), but I’ve found that juried shows have a lower barrier to entry. A gallery hosting a juried show will choose a theme, judges, and set a small fee for submissions. Artists can submit their work according to the set theme constraints, and the judges will decide which pieces to hang in the show.

I’d applied to a couple of these before without getting any pieces accepted, but recently got accepted into my first show for Bay Area Printmaking at the Compound Gallery in Oakland. My submission that was accepted for hanging in the gallery was my newest print, and first multi-color/multi-layer attempt. It’s the John Muir trail winding around Wanda Lake, heading up to Muir Pass in the high Sierras.

In addition to a framed piece hanging in the gallery for two months, I was also invited to submit extra prints of any work to be sold in the gift shop for the duration of the show, so I brought replicate JMT prints, as well as some of my dog/couch prints.

 
 

Printing a pillow

A few months ago I took a workshop on block printing (hosted by Danielle of The Recoverie) and got hooked. I like how quickly the process can be done, compared to what can feel like laborious hours spent on a painting. The texture of the rubber blocks prevents me from getting too obsessive about the details.

So I’ve gone all in! It’s a block-printing year. Especially with the holidays approaching in a few months. And I’ve just finished my first project: a pillow-case print of my brother’s partner sleeping on the couch with her dog.

It started with some simple sketches from photos:

 
 

Painting a painting, Lyell Canyon

Starting a new painting can be a little nerve-wracking, no matter how many times I've done it before.  I have a photograph I'd like to render, a blank canvas, some paints, and a general idea of the way I'd like it to look.  I assume that if I flail the paints in the direction of the canvas for some number of hours, it will eventually start to look the way I envision, but the process can be an exercise in fits and starts.  Below, I've recorded my progress on my most recent painting, an acrylic of Lyell Canyon in Yosemite, from my hiking trip on the John Muir Trail.  I took a picture after I finished each painting session, most of which last about 1-2 hours (I've averaged to 1.5 hours each).