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Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

Adirondack Sketch (continued)

It amazes me how time seems to fly by and before we know it we’re over 55 and the kids are grown and on their own.  These kids – who are no longer kids – have children of their own to raise and nurture, are gainfully employed and independent of our oversight.  It’s the natural progression of things I suppose but it leaves a void in my life at times.

So you would think that being on my own with only my cats as company that I’d have loads of time to dedicate to pursuing the arts and I thought so too.  But the reality I have discovered is that time is still fleeting and there still seems to be a shortage.

This drawing (Adirondack Sketch) was started on March 10th and here it is the 27th already.  That’s 17 days and I had hoped to finish this drawing in a week tops.  Where indeed has the time gone and did I waste precious time during the last 17 days that could or should have been dedicated to finishing this drawing?  I don’t truthfully think so.  It’s just that life happens and we get taken away to fulfill other obligations.   Things we wouldn’t want to miss or must dos are always a part of our lives.

Surprisingly, I have discovered that there is something good that happened during the time spent away from my art.   What you might ask?  Well, I found out that during this time away an excitement to return has intensified with each passing day.  I, again, am feeling hopeful, determined and ready to try something new.  This time away was productive in refilling my inner reserves and now I’m excited to be back to it.

It’s nice to know that when life takes us away from our Zen that inspiration is being funneled back into our creative tank.

Sleepover at Mumzie & Pa’s

Friday, March 16th, 2012

Adirondack Sketch Progress

I managed to make a bit more progress on the Adirondack Sketch I’ve been working on.   I’m at Mumzie & Pa’s for a sleepover, we’re watching “Shark Tank” and we’ll be heading to Long Island in the morning for “The Brothers” (Matthew and Michael’s Christening).

I admit it’s kind of neat staying overnight at my parent’s house – like the old days – only I’m not in trouble and I don’t have to take out the trash even though I would do it without being told to these days.

Sketching and Watching

Monday, March 12th, 2012

Adirondack Sketch #2 Progress, Pencil

I worked a little more on my Adirondack Sketch #2 while watching The Voice.   I’ve become addicted to several television shows and The Voice is my Monday night indulgence.  On Tuesday I’ve got nothing, Wednesday is Survivor,  Thursday is Grey’s Anatomy and then The Practice, but lately they’ve been rerunning old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and in that case I’ll watch nothing and shut the television down.  Truthfully, the Thursday night shows I can take or leave.  Finally on Friday there’s  Shark Tank.

So that’s why I sketch and watch or sketch and listen because otherwise I’d be wasting six whole hours every week and that is not acceptable  so I’m always sketching and watching, watching and sketching.  Probably not the best approach but just sitting and watching would feel like such a huge waste of time and not, definitely not the best way to reach one’s goal.

Sometimes that dual activity approach needs to be sidelined particularly if I’m needing to focus on perspective, proportion or rendering a detailed line drawing, but for these landscapes, which involve lots of scribbling the “sketch and watch” approach works fine.

Laundry and Taxes

Sunday, March 11th, 2012

Adirondack Sketch #2, Pencil

It was a beautiful sunny day and so warm that I hung some laundry on the line. I have always enjoyed the simple task of hanging laundry outside and later methodically taking it in. Folding each garment neatly, stacking one item on top of the next and placing each one neatly into my wicker laundry basket is meditative. Sometimes as I remove the laundry from the line I’ll bury my nose into a pillowcase or towel breathing in the delicious fragrance of the great outdoors.

For many of us life is so busy that it’s easier to toss a load of laundry into the dryer returning later to fold and put away. I remember when my sons were little – a very long time ago – I’d always have a backlog of laundry and it seemed like a luxury to have a washer and dryer in the basement. Getting it done was the order of the day most of the time but every now and then I’d take the time to hang a load or two outside. What a treat.

Nowadays I’m living alone as my sons are grown with families of their own and I have the time for small indulgences like hanging laundry outside and waiting for it to dry. I’m not planning to give up my dryer altogether but I am trying to live on purpose these days by paying attention to the small details in my life like hanging laundry outside when I can and breathing in the sunshine.

Today was a near perfect day where I slowed down the pace a notch or two, exercised my body a bit and fed my spirit with God’s word. Tonight I even returned to a pencil drawing I’d quickly begun a few days ago, but only after struggling through preparing my income taxes (Ugh) with one of those do-it-yourself software programs.  I did say it was a “near perfect” day didn’t I?!

I’m no Bible scholar (far from it) but there is a verse in 1 Thessalonians that sums up my day and is a great bit of wisdom to use as a guide for future days.  It goes something like this:

“… study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands…” 1 Thessalonians 4:11 (KJV).

 

Adirondack Sketchbook … Continued

Thursday, October 14th, 2010
Fourth Lake View from Eagles Nest, Pencil, Image Size 3 Inches x 6 Inches

Fourth Lake View from Eagles Nest, Pencil, Image Size 3 Inches x 6 Inches

Fourth Lake in the Adirondacks, Pencil, Image Size 3 Inches x 6 Inches

Fourth Lake in the Adirondacks, Pencil, Image Size 3 Inches x 6 Inches

I’ll be heading to New Jersey this weekend for a wedding and am giving these two drawings as a gift to the soon-to-be newlyweds.  I suppose I could give money but I’d somehow rather give something of myself.  Money – while needed – trickles through our fingers as water through a sieve so soon washed away and forgotten.  I believe when we give of ourselves whether its a handmade offering or the ultimate gift of time those are real the treasures.  They are to me anyway and I’m hoping they will be received in the spirit of the giving.

Anyway… on a side note I can tell you that it’s good to be back in the blogosphere.  I’ve been erratic in my posting schedule – if you can call it that – and I’m glad to be “chatting” again with those of you I know who check in faithfully waiting for a post.  Thanks for your patience you guys!  And to those of you who just stopped by today… glad you did.

Adirondack Sketchbook (Part 5) – Goodbye Adirondacks, Hello Maine!

Saturday, September 18th, 2010
Up...Up...Up
Up…Up…Up

Get caught up by reading Adirondack Sketch Book Part 1, Part 2Part 3 and Part 4

After a good night’s sleep, luckily without a visit from Mr. Food Poisoning, it was Friday and my last day in the Adirondacks. Anne would be staying on for another day but I would be heading out.

Almost there...
Almost there…

Anne and I decided we’d take a short hike to a nearby spot called “Eagle’s Nest” before I hit the road.  Now I’m not in the greatest physical shape but Anne assured me the pace would be something I could survive so I agreed. Donning my best walking shoes and putting a couple dollars in my pocket we set out.

The trail head was nearly invisible and the hike was relatively short. The only caveat is that this hike is up…up…up, likened to walking up countless flights of stairs while grabbing nearby trees for a bit of help. So after about a half hour of heavy breathing and intermittent complaining about my lack of physical fitness we arrived atop “Eagle’s Nest.”

Eagle's Nest, Fourth Lake, Adirondacks

Eagle's Nest, Fourth Lake, Adirondacks

The view was spectacular and provided another beautiful perspective of Fourth Lake and the islands just off shore in front of our cabin. With a clear sky the landscape was breathtaking and though we didn’t see any Eagles the loons howling could be heard clearly from some unknown place nearby. We sat for sometime to take in the solitude and panoramic views.

After snapping a few pictures with my digital camera whose battery was nearly depleted Anne and I headed downward making quick and easy work of our return trip with the help of gravities pull, of course.

Once on the main road we continued our walk passing several joggers and smiling vacationers.  I fingered the couple dollars I’d tucked in my pocket and as we rounded the bend I could see our real destination – the “Donut Lady’s” shop – where a cup of Java and homemade donuts awaited.  Don’t say it… I know… not the best reward for our short morning hike but a good way to say goodbye to the Adirondacks till next year.

In the meantime I’ll be heading to Ogunquit, Maine with Mumzie, Pa, Bet & Conrad.  Stay tuned.  I expect to be back on Wednesday with who knows what to tell.

Adirondack Sketchbook (Part 4) – Hold The Flies

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

All kinds of things were happening on the lake
All kinds of things happening on the lake

Get caught up by reading Adirondack Sketch Book Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3

It had been a long and exhausting day. I wasn’t fatigued from hard physical labor, but a good kind of tiredness that comes from a day well-lived. Right from the moment my internal alarm clock roused me (just after six a.m.) I was aware of how precious days of pure freedom really are and with a miserly determination I set about spending this one wisely.

In spite of my tiredness the day wasn’t near over yet! Having spent our day in Old Forge at the Adirondack National Exhibition of Watercolors, Old Forge Hardware and various other shops and galleries Anne and I agreed that our sensory overload said it was time to think about dinner.

In the Adirondacks there are a only a few “eat-out” options. I remembered last year eating at a nearby watering hole and the food was pretty good. The visual imprint from last year’s visit was a bustling place filled with polished glassware, patrons filling most of the seats at the bar and the dining room filled almost to capacity. Why not give it another try?

It was late afternoon when we arrived at the restaurant; the sun was just beginning to take leave. As Anne and I walked up the ramp toward the main entrance I noticed the railing timbers needed paint, the walkway seemed a little precarious (squishy) and the carpet covering the walkway needed a good cleaning. I dismissed the observations without getting alarmed.

As we stepped inside I noticed the bar was abandoned though well-stocked and in the knotty pine room adjoining the bar there were only two elderly women dining. We stood just inside and were promptly greeted by a tallish young man with short brown hair and braces on his front teeth. He was a high school senior – we would later discover – working here for the summer.

“Two for dinner,” we stated in a friendly but tired and hungry tone.

“Choose any table you like,” our young waiter giggled.

Anne and I proceeded into the dining room to find every table empty. Our choice was a table near the window so we could enjoy the last of the daylight and after getting settled in Mr. Giggles brought our menus. He was prompt and sweet as he giggled out the daily specials and took our drink order.

As we browsed through the menu I noticed my left elbow sticking to the table. Now I know my mother always said “keep your elbows off the table” but I’m a rebel, a real rule breaker and figuring this sticky spot was just an oversight on an otherwise pristine table I adjust the position of my elbow a bit to the right only to find more sticky residue. I took a paper napkin and placed it under my elbow while mentioning my discovery to Anne who was busy shooing flies away from the warm dinner rolls Mr. Giggles just delivered to our table.

“I think I’ll open a couple of pats of butter and place them strategically away from the rolls to lure the flies. I heard someplace that works,” Anne said while noting that the sticky mung was also under her elbows.

Mr. Giggles delivered our drinks, took our appetizer and dinner order then headed to the kitchen. After placing a few more napkins around the table I noticed that the ceiling in the corner of the dining room was torn open and water stained, the carpet was in dire need of a shampoo and an occasional “blurb, blurb, blurp” could be heard coming from the plumbing behind the wall near the restrooms.

By this time alarm bells were ringing loudly but with Mr. Giggles as our ever faithful waiter there was no way I could complain or make demands like, “Clean up this mess!” or “You’re grounded young man until this dining room is sparkling clean!” No I just couldn’t do it. So we as we ate our dinner we prayed food poisoning would not be our reward.

Before settling the bill we chatted briefly with Mr. Giggles who remained kind, accommodating and seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was working in a diner’s hell. Next time I suppose I need to be more assertive, demanding and more specific when ordering. Yes… next time it’ll be, “Spaghetti and meatballs please hold the flies.”

Adirondack Sketchbook (Part 3) – Old Forge

Saturday, September 4th, 2010

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It was Thursday morning and my internal alarm clock could not be ignored.   Couple that with my bladder alarm and suffice it to say I was out of bed with coffee in hand before 7:00 a.m. immediately heading onto porch to check for bear tracks. Bear tracks could be seen just off the deck in front of our cabin. I saw bear [tracks] and that’s as good as seeing a bear for me!

The weather was transitioning with the sun peeking from behind dark and fluffy clouds blowing and changing in front of my eyes. Behind the clouds a Windsor Blue mixed with Cerulean sky could be seen trying to push its way through. Truthfully, the weather made no difference to me being happy just getting away to focus on reawakening my creative spirit.

The beauty of spending a couple of days away from home with a friend who is also an artist is the fact that the painting begins almost from the moment feet hit the floor. We’d split the small faux wood, Formica-topped table 50/50 and would paint without a competitive spirit in residence. We painted until lunchtime and then cleaned up before heading to the Old Forge Art Center where the Adirondacks National Exhibition of Watercolors is on display from August 21 through October 3, 2010.

The show, as usual, was replete with the most exquisitely executed work. Full or half sheets mostly – quite a contrast from my miniature watercolors – leaving me in awe albeit inspired and recharged. Anne and I browsed through the show for several hours and then headed into Old Forge in search of the perfect sweatshirt and whatever else we might not have known we needed.

Old Forge Hardware is a “must stop” filled with hardware supplies, of course, but much much more, i.e., the latest bestsellers, knitting and crocheting supplies, housewares, teapots galore and more. We both picked up a few things we didn’t really need, but wanted and we continued through Old Forge stopping at each shop along the main thoroughfare. A particular favorite for me is Gallery 3040, a new art gallery in Old Forge just opened in late May 2010. The familiar work of my art teacher (Karen Rosasco) was on display and my new favorite local artist, Chad Smith.

With our minds full to overflowing Anne and I headed out of Old Forge to get ready for dinner.

Adirondack Sketchbook (Part 2) – Breathe In, Breathe Out

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010
"Sunrise on the Lake" (top) and "Sunrise Water Study" (bottom)

"Sunrise on the Lake" (top) and "Sunrise Water Study" (bottom)

Despite it being a gray and misty day the heavy rain had graciously stopped making a perfect welcome for the few days my friend Anne and I would be spending in the Adirondack Mountains in Upstate New York.

After making more than a half dozen trips to my car unloading food stuffs, clothing for all weather conditions, reading material and my most important cargo – painting and drawing supplies – I started a pot of coffee brewing while Anne and I each prepared our respective lunches to be enjoyed beach side (rain or shine)!

I don’t live near a significant body of water. With the exception of accumulated rain in ditches and deep puddles I rarely get the chance to spend time near water though I have been known to bathe from time-to-time. So with a mug of hot coffee in-hand I wandered onto the deck to take in the view of Fourth Lake. There are two small islands just off shore and thousands of evergreens covering the “young mountains” that surround the Lake. An indigo sky and rainy mist provided a soothing monochromatic backdrop for eating my lunch lakeside.

After lunch Anne and I decided we’d head out to Inlet – the closest town – and check out the local shops. We were far from alone in this remote Adirondack wilderness as other vacationers with the same agenda had converged there. We strolled and browsed in the local bookstore and what-not shops filled with everything bear-related.

Black bear are known to frequent these parts. The Adirondack Mountain Club website clearly states, “When you camp in the Adirondacks, you’re in black bear country.” Posters warning visitors to refrain from feeding the bears can be seen in nearly every shop. I personally had no intention of sharing my porridge or my PB&J with a hungry bear. Though I secretly would not have minded seeing a bear I would prefer to be safely inside while doing so.

After looking at more than my fair share of “Made in China” mementos trying to be passed off as authentic Adirondack keepsakes we checked into the local pizzeria ordering their vegetarian delight covered in mozzarella and some cold beverages – delicious! Having eaten our fill we headed back to our temporary lakefront home to paint the evening away.

It was nice to be disconnected from television and Internet temporarily. I’d decided before leaving that I would use this trip as a time to focus on sketching. Sketching and flexing my artistic muscles without the pressure of producing a finished piece. Ultimately that decision has set me free in a way. Free to try anything…and why not… nothing ventured, nothing gained. And after all that’s what sketching is for – to practice seeing and translating what is seen onto paper.

We painted into the night in silence much of the time. It was easy there to let go of your worries and breathe in then breathe out releasing pent up tension and just being in harmony with you’re your creativity.

Adirondack Sketchbook (Part 1) – The Hyde Collection First

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

August 25th, Eagle Bay, Watercolor Sketch "A Light Mist"

August 25th, Eagle Bay, Watercolor Sketch "A Light Mist"

Wednesday morning was overcast and gray. My friend, Anne, and I were scheduled to meet early and head North on I-87 toward Glens Falls, New York. Our first stop – as we headed toward the Adirondacks – would be at The Hyde Collection in Glens Falls where the Andrew Wyeth exhibit is on display until September 5, 2010. Since our room would not be ready until early afternoon what better way to “kill time?” The Wyeth exhibit was awe-inspiring and included more than thirty works in watercolor, pencil and egg tempera.

I’d never visited The Hyde, which is a real shame being an easy hour and a half hour drive from my home. The Hyde was the residence of Louis and Charlotte Hyde whose wealth was accumulated as owners of Finch Pruyn & Company, Inc., a paper mill located a short distance from the mansion. The Hyde’s collection includes works of Botticelli, El Greco, Raphael, Rembrandt, and Rubens plus modern masters Cézanne, Degas, Picasso, Renoir, Seurat, and van Gogh as well as a significant group of works by American artists including Eakins, Hassam, Homer, Peto, and Ryder. After Louis Hyde’s death in 1934 Mrs. Hyde continued acquiring artwork and became responsible for more than two-thirds of the overall collection. Impressive and a real bonus to the Wyeth exhibit.

The works of Wyeth on display were diverse from loose and spontaneous watercolors (“The Road to Friendship”) to the more tight and controlled egg tempera (“Her Room” and “Cooling Shed“). And then there were those few pencil drawings – my favorite – (“Christina’s Head” and “James Loper”) seeming to have been executed with precision coupled with a relaxed ease.

I examined each piece with deep concentration and observation wanting to imprint the details of these master works in my mind for retrieval later. Nothing can replace seeing the original work. Nothing can replace that kind of visual education. What a treat to be near a well-known painting like “Master bedroom” seen over and over again in print but proving so much more captivating in real life. I was a smitten Wyeth groupie seeing the “artistic rock star” for the first time.

With my mind full to overflowing Anne and I headed north again on I-87 exiting in Warrensburg in order to pick up Route 28, which would take us all the way to our destination, Eagle Bay. Winding along Route 28 with its rising and falling mile after mile generously revealing panoramic views around every bend was a treat in spite of the “slap, slap, slap” of my windshield wipers cleaning away the steady rain.

Small and large lakes with misty views and evergreens reaching for the sky made it difficult to watch the road at times. We drove through only a few small towns where weary and wet vacationers were browsing with beach time out of the question on this wet and rainy afternoon.

Our early afternoon arrival was timed perfectly with “check-in” and the rain had kindly stopped by then. Let me clarify that check-in simply means driving by the office and unloading into an unlocked, lakefront efficiency. Anne and I both agreed that we’d only forgotten to pack “the kitchen sink.”

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