This is a painting of the Bass Harbor Lighthouse on Mount Desert Island, Maine. I thought I should do some practicing of Maine landscapes since we'll be there later this summer and I plan to paint up there. We were there a few years ago so I dug out some of my old photographs. Sorry to go on and on about this trip but I'm SO excited to go to Maine and get out of the heat and paint outdoors.I had never painted rocks before. I think the important thing is to keep the shadow and the light side of the rocks separate. Then after that it's just a matter of how much detail went in. I tried to put just enough to show they were rocks. And the lighthouse was just pure fun. I remember visiting this lighthouse, it's the only lighthouse on Mount Desert Island and there is a path down to the rocks.
I found a quote in my little book "Hawthorne on Painting" that speaks to light and shadows. The book is a collection of critiques he made on students' paintings, here is he speaking to a student who painted a white house with willow trees: "I want you to see things from the realization that your drawing does not need to be a house. The view that you must take is that this is a piece of God's outdoors, that this is shadow and this is light. You ought to tremble before it, and not sit down like a magician and try to make windows." Very powerful words!
This is 8"x10" oil on canvas.





Yesterday was my mother's 87th birthday so I drove 45 minnutes to go out to lunch with her and my sister. Then we celebrated with a birthday cake at her Assited Living Home. I had my car all packed for plein air painting, I planned to stop on the way home and paint. I scouted out places on the drive there, I spotted a nice shady spot with a view of hay bales in a field, and I spotted some nice barns. But . . . all those plans went out the window when I decided to bring home this sweet little kitten. It was living outside the Assisted Living Home, someone had dropped it off and some of the residents were feeding it on the sly. It really needed a home before the owners of the home discovered it and called the pound. I decided I was the person to give it a home. So we found a box, cut some air holes in it, put the kitty in the box (not as easy as that sounds) and I brought it home.
Traumatic day for the kitty, but that was nothing compared to the visit to the vet this morning.






Another day I sat on the beach and faced away from the water and painted the dunes and some of the beach houses behind the dunes. This one was done one afternoon. It was such good practice to get outside and paint at different times of the day. Good practice to notice how warm the afternoon light is and how relatively cool the morning sun is. I learned a lot from my few days of painting, more tomorrow . . . .
