My first plein air painting in Nelson County, Virginia. I just love it here; painting and eating and enjoying the sunshine. And meeting nice, friendly people, like the fellow who stopped while I was painting this scene. His Grandparents owned this farm, and he spent every Summer here, and wants to buy the painting.
Serendipity in the Blue Ridge in April, I love it!
The workshop with Anthony Waichulis has given me a new appreciation for the power of detail. and focal points. Even though I signed this new painting, I am still mulling over some changes. I am pretty happy with it though. It is only 6x6", but took a long time to paint.
Painting from my journey to the Adirondacks last year. I started painting in an isolated spot, and was constantly jumping at every little noise. (I have a deep rooted fear of bears.) After an hour of nervous painting, I packed up and finally finished this painting in my bear-free studio.
This is a quick practice painting from the workshop at Anthony Waichulis' Ani Academy. I can't say enough good things about the workshop and Anthony. He is truly a Master. I only wish I were young and free so I could attend his academy.
When I lived in California, camellias were everywhere, and I took them for granted. But, that is before I became an artist. Now, I am impressed by (and challenged to paint!) their regular forms, translucency, and soft colors.
Painting inspired by a gorgeous photo by Imogen Cunningham (so gorgeous that I didn't include it in my blog for comparison). I just love Imogen's work; it has the precise but sensual quality that I strive for in my own work.
I named this drawing "Princess Bonnie" because it reminds me of those sweetly flattering drawings that artists at Disneyland used to draw when I was a kid.
charcoal and conte on grey paper
Quincy has an adorable crooked smile that I tried to capture, though it looks somewhat like a smirk here. So pretty and smart; I could draw her for hours and hours. Speaking of which, most of my drawings are completed in 1-1.5 hours.
Most drawings that look like this: (by Sabin Howard)
take considerably longer to do.
How did drawing save my life? My sanity in this culturally narrow and conservative place was being wacked right and left. I gave up all fine art and focused on design and illustration. For 10 years, I painted what I thought would sell. I survived physically, but emotionally and spiritually, I was a wreck. A series of things helped put me right, not the least of which is a Thursday night drawing group. Drawing from life is a difficult thing. Focusing on one thing and recreating it with a little pencil is a wonderful thing. Spending $5 for the privilege is a delightful thing. An evening in my drawing friends' company is priceless. Thank you to everyone who helped save my life.