What could be better than a lovely spring coupled with an easing of COVID restrictions?
The San Diego Watercolor Society restarted its weekly figure sessions, and I spent the morning painting ten and twenty-minute poses. I also spent the morning remembering which brushes I like for figures, which yellow/red/blue triads work well for mixing skin colors, how to plan so the full figure fits onto the page, and feeling rusty.
I was over at Tidelands Park in Coronado and sketched a view of the San Diego Harbor. It was low tide, so these two had an extra-long way to pull in their rowboat. I liked the shape of their boat against the layers of the beach.
I went out to El Monte Park in Lakeside, California, with the San Deigo Watercolor Society for our monthly paintout. Although it is only 20 miles away, the feel of the area is of mountainous desert and it is very inviting to painters. El Cajon Mountain lifts straight up from the valley floor and dominates the view from the park.
Capturing a steep mountain strewn with cliffs, boulders, and foliage requires a lot of simplification. I decided on a low horizon and a minimal sky, leaving most of the paper for the mountain itself. The decision to have only a tiny strip of foreground left very little space for indicating that it was a beautiful spring day. After some indecision, I went with a sweep of green across the valley floor and guessed that this would work.
A few weeks ago, we took a trip up through Northern California. There was some snow which is always a treat for this Southern Californian.
While sitting in our camper, I looked out the window and saw the shapes of two bushes alongside a building. I liked how the perky bush in front was set off by the rise of the hill behind it and the taller bush and wall.
One good thing about my broom closet is the bright red bucket, which always catches my eye when I go near it.
Yesterday was my turn to set up our Tuesday night Zoom sketching group. I spent the day looking around my house with an eye for selecting various sizes, shapes, textures, and values. Would it be veggies, vases, draperies, or toys? Then, in the midst of a quick cleanup, I saw my subject and recreated the broom closet scene close to my computer’s camera.
I went down to the Embarcadero to paint San Diego’s historical boats at the Maritime Museum. There were eight or ten of them representing different eras, from sailing ships through submarines. None of them were decked out in pastels, but somehow these colors suited the morning.
Palm Canyon, in San Diego’s Balboa Park, is multi-level. There is a place you can stand by the roots of a great banyan tree and look across to a pedestrian bridge that goes over it as well and look down on the canyon floor below at the same time. A fantastic jumble of aerial roots, ferns, palms, and thin tree trunks fill the canyon floor and stretch up towards the banyan trees. Its complexity is mesmerizing, and I wanted to capture this feeling with this painting.
