I paint landscapes as an excuse for spending large amounts of
time in places of great beauty and isolation. The American West has
many such places, although they are disappearing faster than you might
think. California probably has the most variety and extremity in its
land forms and seasons and so I find myself painting there most often.
In plein aire painting, timing is most important. Isolated
locations like the Saline Valley of the East Mojave of California
require will-planned expeditions and even then poor painting
conditions are the rule, not the exception. For example, on a recent
trip to the High Desert, the windchill temperature roughly equaled the
wind speed (45° F, 45 mph).
But being there is important since my paintings try to capture
my reaction to a place and not just how a place looked on the surface.
Sometimes my favorite painting from an expedition turns our to be the
visual carnage from a messy and protracted dialog between the weather
conditions, my technical capacities, and the scenery at hand.
Plein aire painting is like going fishing. You might catch a
monster, a minnow, or you may just flail the water for the day. You
never know which it will be unless you actually go there and do it.
Catching a good landscape requires the faith that I can understand
this place, the determination to stand here and paint
that, as well as a large bag of techniques, chops and
processes which allow me to capture that understanding in pigments on
canvas. |