There’s a sequoia tree in the park whose branches grow in a spiral, with a gap because it’s crowded next to a pine. When I can see into the branches like that, I wonder what it must be like to live in a tree.
It’s dawned on me that I’m painting a series on Dimond Park, just because I spend so much time there with Shadow. Here are some painting starts, where I begin translating the sketches into paintings by blocking in the big shapes.
On weekdays at the park you can usually see nannies with toddlers and baby carriages, in shady spots where they’ve spread out a blanket to picnic for a few hours.
Letting go of copying scenes so literally.
Lattice roof makes shade over columns of Scout Hut storage building in the park. It faces the creek and benches made of tree trunks, often a staging area for volunteer work crews and solo joggers.
Going back to basics, little compositions. It’s like a game to look for big shapes.
Working with water-soluble pencil in black. I didn’t used to like black and white pictures, but now it clears my head.
Would I recognize this place
Last week was an online challenge to sketch 100 people in one week. I didn’t get anywhere near that number. Maybe around 50.
Cold day in the park. Most of this stairway was in shade, but a strip of light through the trees caught one edge.
Most of the wood has been removed from the old oak that fell after last year’s rains. A few logs remain, and the odd shape of the tree that grew next to the big oak, now no longer overshadowed by it.