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| When inspiration strikes, picnic can wait |
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| Untitled, West Fork of Oak Creek, Sedona |
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| Schlepping my Guerrilla pochade box across a field |
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| Untitled, West Fork of Oak Creek, Sedona |
My husband and I love to travel. Within the U.S. we generally drive and
camp en route. I always have more baggage than he does, and not because I
take a big wardrobe. No, my extra bags and boxes are full of art gear--easels, paper, paints and supplies take up a lot of room! As much as I love hanging out with my husband and seeing the sights, I also crave
"something to do" while on the road and that means capturing what I'm seeing in drawings and paintings, with my camera and in words in travel journals. Currently, we're one week into a 3-week trip to the Four Corners area. I made a few paintings near Sedona, Arizona, that I like quite a bit mostly because I got to use reds, yellows, oranges and browns that usually don't show up in Oregon landscapes. Our first big stop was at the
Pickin' in the Pines Bluegrass and Acoustic Music Festival in Flagstaff, Arizona. I painted my heart out while listening to the bands perform, working quick and loose, keeping tempo with the music. Back at our campground, I captured musicians rehearsing and sold 4 paintings right off my easel--sketches, really. What a happy and unexpected occurrence!
This is thrilling, and you are choosing great subjects (as always).
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