I'll tell you one thing, I write much better in my mind at night then when I put it on paper.
I had my first show as a water colorist at the Emigrant Gallery Oct 30 and 31st. I didn't have a single visitor. Not only it was my first show as a water colorist but at the same time a retrospective of my complete seven day career as one.
I showed early career, as a mid career artist and one in late career. Not one visitor could find the show a few miles off into the desert of Death Valley. You'd have to first find the faint trail and then by the big arroyo, go straight across rather than going to the left. Also, since there are no walls out there, I had to hang the pieces on the ground. Hard to see that unless you saw my backpack on one of the rocks to help find it.
I can see why, this year there was not one person that left the campground to walk into the surrounding land.
Sean was going to be my one and only visitor to the show. I didn't have any white wine or cubes of cheese to serve like at other more established shows but I thought about it. Sean's motorcycle broke down on him 40 miles away and had to turn back to Arizona.
For the seven days I painted in Major Chords and Minor Chords. Always the Major Chord was on the left side of the page, always thought and planned out somewhat before. The Minor Chord on the right was always in response to the Major. Unplanned, executed without thought.
Call/Response.
Balancing one off the other, allowing the Major to feel dominate by size and strength. The Minor complimented through a strength in acceptance of itself as more quiet and introspective.
My -en plein air- brush cleaning towel. Pants as well.
Just now hung selected pieces in the 3003 Bathroom Gallery. Second show
Bonus Pic
Morning Light