Two Pitcher Postings

After I finished yesterday's journal painting, I realized it had a composition that related to an earlier still life, January 4th's "French Pitcher." Paired as a diptych, there's a serendipity of color and shape.

Indian Pitcher and Oranges

I found this pitcher in Jaipur at the workshop of the artist who had revived the use of this traditional cerulean blue glaze. When I visited his painting studio and saw a familiar jumble of brushes, pigments and paper, I felt that "caste" kinship that unites artists across country and time.

Four Bowls (detail)

Here's the third still life panel in a multipanel piece I'm working on. This is a working title, since the number of bowls may change as I figure out the composition.

Memory: Provence Hollyhocks

A break again from winter weather here, thinking back to a sunny morning in France. I love how the intimate, almost interior feel of a village street opens out to the blue Luberon mountains.

Sugarhouse Waiting

Maple syrup isn't made on a calendar schedule. The days must be warm enough and the nights sufficiently cold for sap to run. It's snowing again here today, which means we're probably a few weeks off from the challenge of painting steam billowing out of a sugarhouse stack.

Storm Coming

Heading south on Route 100. That silvery light right before snow moves in.

Newton's Barn in Late Sun

If you polled landscape painters, most would tell you that their favorite time of day is late afternoon: warm lights, long shadows, mellowed color, and melancholy.