Crisp cold and sunny days seem to be over. Mud everywhere. Time to fill the studio with flowers.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Sunny warm weather enticed a large group of randonneurs for Friday's walk.
It was about twelve kilometers and took three hours, partly because there were so many interesting sites en route: an old village abandoned over three hundred years ago, three dolmen (ancient burial tombs comprised of three immense stones, two supporting a third on top), and Les Fieux, an important archeological site.
Of course there were also the usual stunning views, old wash houses, and friendly horses who cantered across fields to have their noses rubbed.
Yves Leymarie led the group, took these photographs, and revived us with hot tea and madeleines after the walk.
|Les Caminols de Gramat- my walking group|
|Tremendous views in all directions from the top of a hill|
|Old washing house near Miers|
|A dolmen, still partly covered by a tumulus.|
There are hundreds of these prehistoric tombs scattered around the Lot.
No one knows how these huge stones were moved and put in place.
|Here we are scrambling onto the dolmen like a bunch of kids.|
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
In spite of disastrous floods in the UK and blistering cold in North America, we are having beautiful sunny, nay balmy weather here in southwest France. Bird song filled the woods and by the end of the Monday afternoon randonnée, many of us had stripped down to our tee shirts.
Wonderful way to start the new year. That's Paddy the naughty border collie right in the front at the top of the hill, and me a tiny dark blob right at the back at the bottom of the hill. I had had a sleepless night because Paddy went walkabout yesterday, only returning at 4am, but he was more than ready for more adventures.
I was revived at the end of the walk however by a fête of Blanquette de Limoux (poor man's champagne but just as good to those of us who don't know better) and galette, frangipane king cake, a French tradition.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
A few weeks ago, I was contacted by a former client in Connecticut and asked to paint her cats, one of whom had recently died. I had painted portraits of her three daughters years ago when I lived and worked in New York.
I have painted people's pets before. Why not: I have three dogs and five cats myself and love them to bits. The trouble is capturing the spirit of an animal that means something really special to someone... from a photograph.
The most difficult portrait I ever was commissioned to paint was of a friend's brother. The trouble was that I would never meet the sitter because he had died, and even worse, the reason that my friend wanted a portrait of him was that he didn't have any good photographs of him. He had two Polaroids to give me to work from. One was blurred and completely useless. The other was in focus, but an awkward, cropped shot. I promised to try.
A week later, my friend stared at my painting for a long time, before nodding and saying quietly, "You got him."
The following Saturday, he drove the painting up to Massachusetts to present it to his parents for their wedding anniversary.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Got a gig illustrating some Aztec and Inca myths for an educational publisher. Usually never take on this kind of work because the deadline is always tight, the art direction usually overbearing, and the money terrible.
But I was intrigued by the job because although I had to familiarize myself with the style of art, I would have a lot of freedom to interpret the text because there wasn't much visual material out there to research.
Had quite a lot of fun with them: always nice to have a new challenge. Here are a couple.