It’s National Poetry Month (at least for a few more days) so though this poem by William Wordsworth might be appropriate.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth (1815)
I had a bit of time to kill between two meetings today but I was on a commercial street with strip malls and nothing to sketch for miles, unless, of course, you are tempted to draw facades of nail salons and pet groomers, which I wasn’t. On a warm spring day like today I was on the lookout for a sign of the season — pale green buds on a tree, a bunch of daffodils or, at the very least, a grassy patch with a bench in the sun — but alas, nothing. In frustration I pulled into a McDonald’s, resigned to go inside to do some people sketching. And there it was, facing me as I parked my car. My sign of spring, leaning up against the fence and waiting to be drawn.
Sketching my boots is a symbolic gesture — a farewell to cold days, hats and gloves, fat parkas and icy wind. As you can see, the boots are tired of winter too. Sketched in a Handbook Journal using lots of Payne’s Grey and Lunar Black.
If you visited the LAA Spring Show at Fritz Farm on Saturday or Sunday, you may have noticed this blue carpet of scilla near the parking lot. Most everyone stopped to have a look and snap photos. I didn’t have time to sketch on the weekend but went back this morning to do a quick painting. It was quite cold (2°C) but I sketched standing up, and used a mixture of Cobalt Violet and Cobalt Blue for the flowers. These little blossoms don’t last long so if you want to see this show, get there soon.
It’s been over six months that it’s been warm enough to sit outside to sketch comfortably. That’s a long time to wait for a little warmth. Needless to say, it was a joyous feeling this morning as I walked my dog through a wooded area near my house to realize that I could sketch outdoors today. I returned to the woods with my sketch bag and sat on the first sun-baked rock I could find. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t much to sketch there. A few more rocks, some bare trees, nothing grand or remarkable. Just a perfect hour spent outside sketching, with the sun on my back, a woodpecker pecking a tree stump nearby, and the occasional fly on my palette. Bliss.
On the weekend my sister handed me a bouquet and said something like “I expect to see these painted”. I stared at the flowers for a few days, appreciating their beauty and also wondering how I would render, in watercolour, the deep red roses and contrasting green chrysanthemums. As I often do, especially after a break from painting for a few days, I painted the flowers twice. The first try just didn’t have the intensity of colour I hoped for (detail below) so I started again.
Starting with the roses, I approached the bouquet differently the second time round. This time, instead of starting with a light pink wash on the roses, I painted them deep red to begin with, hoping to capture some of their velvety texture. (I regret not taking a process photo of that first wash!). While that was still wet, I went into the flowers with even darker tones to show the shadow areas on the blooms. The second big shape was the pale green flowers which I kept separate in colour from the foliage. From there I painted the gerbera and then the rest of the leaves.
I’m glad I attempted this a second time because it was a great learning experience, but I have to end this with a note to my sister: Don’t stop bringing me flowers but next time, can you pick something easier to paint?
I hope you’ll be able to join me this coming weekend for the annual spring show of the Lakeshore Association of Artists at Fritz Farm in Baie d’Urfé. It is always an honour to exhibit with this talented group of artists — there will be more than 40 exhibitors — and a portion of the proceeds from the art sales go to Nova West Island. I’ll be exhibiting lots of recent watercolours and oils at the show which opens on Friday, April 21 (7-9:30 p.m.) and continues all day Saturday and Sunday (April 23 & 23) from 10 a.m. until 5 p.m. Fritz Farm is located at 20477 Lakeshore Road. I’d love to see you there, so drop by to say hello if you live in the area.