One of the last ones of the Summer, painted originally in October but I only got around to finishing it today. Another one of those ones I thought would be easy, but there were so many greens and golds fighting for attention.
A colorful update to a dull one I found in the back hallway. I should really just leave these alone, but sometimes when I don't feel like starting a new one, this gets me back into the swing of things.
I like the mix of the classic and mythical with the modern and fantastical. I thought this one would be easy, but it turned out very flat and uninteresting. There was nothing to bring the eye into the space. I softened the building a bit, which helps, but it's still not at all how I imagined.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, this is what I saw when I emerged from my tent, on our last camping trip.
I wanted to capture the smoky depth of the hills in the background before the fog burned off, combined with the emerging light in the foreground. I had to work very quickly and paint the last bits from memory.
A painter I took a workshop with told the story of painting a cow looking at him over the fence at a farm. He was painting this for a plein air shootout contest. After a little while the cow wandered off and he wondered how he was ever gonna finish the piece. Just short of the closing bell, he was considering whipping the main figure out, when he looked up and saw that the same cow had returned to look at him. He quickly sketched in the rest of the figure and turned in his piece. Did he win? I can't remember.
In any case, this is pretty much what happened to me with this forklift. The sky was still purple in the early morning, and the building were starting to glow white/yellow and the bright little orange forklift was just sitting there. A voice in my head said "you'll never be so lucky", and sure enough after about half an hour someone came and drove it away.
And then just before I was going to pack up, it reappeared.