Thirty paintings. Thirty days.
California Impressions # 25: River Rocks.
It rained last night, WOOT! Got water on my mind.
California Impressions # 25: River Rocks
Oil and charcoal on canvas 8×10 inches
2014 Susan Lobb Porter
Until tomorrow–
Thirty paintings. Thirty days.
California Impressions # 24
The Delta. Rivers and marshlands between Sacramento and San Francisco. The train between the cities travels through these wetlands. Feels like the middle of nowhere. A beautiful nowhere.
California Impressions # 24
Oil and cold wax on canvas 10×10 inches
2014 Susan Lobb Porter
Until tomorrow–
Thirty paintings. Thirty days.
California Impressions # 23
Change up from the recent paintings. I needed a different palette. Needed to get away from the blue and yellow.
And being that today officially marks the beginning of autumn… I decided to skip ahead and go to winter.
California Impressions # 23
Oil and cold wax on canvas 8×8 inches
2014 Susan Lobb Porter
This is the lake–around here the lake means Tahoe–this is THE LAKE in winter. According to me.
Until tomorrow–
Thirty paintings. Thirty days.
California Impressions # 22
It’s gone for now. The winds changed and blew the smoke somewhere else. But not before it had it’s way with da muse.
California Impressions # 22
Oil and cold wax and paper on cradled board 9×12 inches
2014 Susan Lobb Porter
Until tomorrow–
Thirty paintings. Thirty days.
California Impressions # 21
But first….
This is what my piece of Northern California looked like today. That’s smoke folks, the stuff that chokes the lungs and brings tears to your eyes.
The photo was taken in the late afternoon when the sky would normally be blue.
The air quality in our neck o’the woods surpassed ‘unhealthy‘ today. Surpassed ‘very unhealthy‘ where it was yesterday. Bumped us right into the inner circle on the this-is-what-you’re-breathing map to ‘oh shit hazardous’.
I had grand plans when I went into the studio this morning. But the painting I was working on had other ideas. It morphed and morphed and morphed again from one thing to another, like the fire jumping the lines. I found myself circling back to my comfort colors of yellow and blue.
California Impressions # 21: work in progress
It’s not what I planned. And it’s not finished either. But I have to wait for the oils to dry before I can do anything else.
Be back tomorrow.