I wanted to make the lovely purple phlox and tree the focal center, so I painted that area wider than in real life and used more saturated color.
A couple walking by stopped to chat with me when I was almost finished. The lady was wearing a blouse almost the same shade of lavender as the flowers that drew me to this spot.
When she mentioned that they were phlox I suddenly realized why I must have chosen this scene; a memory of Dad telling me flower names, and flashes of purple in our wet side yard where such blossoms flourished. And here they were again, alongside a river.
She asked if they might buy the painting and we made arrangements to get it in their hands when it's dry.
After they walked on, I tried to see my handiwork through their eyes.
There is a LOT of hurried palette knife work to save time, and no elements are very detailed. And yet, it works. There is a profound sense of quiet in it that I didn't realize I had captured.
There is great pleasure in carefully planning out my still life paintings. I derive joy from capturing memories with lighting and placement of the elements.
But the beauty and wonder awaiting outdoors will not stand still, and so there is another kind of joy derived from the spontaneous nature of painting en plein air.
And I crave more.
Next Saturday I will be at Ford House in Grosse Pointe Shores, searching for another flash of beauty to capture in oil,...
...and another chance to delight in birdsong.
Jan
P.S. There is an exhibit planned for people to view the artwork created by the eleven artists who participated in this event. If you are interested in going, reply to this email and I will get you complete details as soon as I have them. It's either June 3 or 4 and held in the Rotunda Room at Beaumont Commons.