I admit it. I love faces. I love to study faces, and to paint a face gives me lots of pleasure. Some artists in the PPASP group are working on a Portrait Project. We are partnered with another artist and part of the project is to paint portraits of one another. It is up to each artist to paint either from life or from photos or from a combination of both. Kimberly is my partner. Here are two portraits I have painted of her. It is curious to me how each one reveals a different aspect of how I experience her. These are not intended to be photo realistic, but to be expressions of her. In a way, they are visual representations of my feelings about being with her. Hard to put words to that exactly, but I hope you understand what I mean.Both are pastel on Wallis Sanded Paper, 18 x 24.
Finally some time in the studio to think and paint. I have been thinking a lot about two trips I've taken to see giant California redwoods. Words cannot describe their majesty and my painting is an attempt to capture that dizzying moment of trying to see their tops.
I like the trees as a painting subject. Even painting them reminds me of the quiet, the cool mists rising from loamy ground and curled fronds of ferns. Reminds me of times spent there with friends. A subject worth pursuing again, I think.
Redwoods, 24 x 18, pastel
Temperatures in the 20s and steadily falling snow today. A good reason to stay snug indoors. I think that writers who go on and on about the beauty of snow are plunking away at their laptops by a pool somewhere in Florida.This snow is lovely, but enough is enough. I have never said that I personally am dreaming of a white Christmas, but it seems that I'll have one just the same.
For the last two years, I have been driving to Multnomah Village to O'Connor's Restaurant to have breakfast and art conversation with a group of fine artists, the Portland Plein Air and Studio Painters.
A small group within the PPASP, "Eight+", hung a show at O'Connor's earlier this year. The owner heard good feedback from his customers and staff about how our paintings added positively to his space, so he invited us to continue to show our artwork. In October, we took down our show and Kaye Synoground, long time Multnomah Village artist, hung her cheerful watercolor paintings at O'Connor's. Now, beginning in January, Eight+ will hang paintings that relate to O'Connor's."Morning Coffee at O'Connor's", 18 x 24, pastel
Christmas time and I'm trying to make some gifts for some special people. I've always been interested in making things and my friends tease that I often say, about jewelry, "I think we could make that." So, Czech fire polish glass beads, 4 pound line, #12 needles, Charlottes, and my reading glasses. Mix well, and maybe something beautiful will happen.
Drawing is a personal journey. This week I felt something inside me shift as I worked on applying the principles Kitty taught based on her study with Nicolas Carone at Cooper Union. I had an extreme angle on this pose. The challenge was to see it, to fill my paper with the image, to put things in their right proportions and perspective. I was very pleased with this drawing.And I'm excited to practice and learn more. Kari, 24 x 18, charcoal on newsprint
Last week I started what will be a one year adventure in drawing. Kitty Wallis is teaching from the Nicolaides book "The Natural Way to Draw" and her many years of experience drawing and learning to draw. We began with gesture drawings and (blind) contour drawings. Vine charcoal on newsprint. Drawings made and then wiped away. New drawings made. The point is the experience, not the result. Adventures are exciting!
Serene, 24 x 18, watercolor
This small landscape gave me an opportunity to play with watercolor in a different way. It didn't matter quite so much if colors bled into one another. Not the way it matters in a face.Pullman, Washington, home of Washington State University (go Cougs!) is in the eastern part of the state. Rolling hills with lots of wheat farms, fewer houses, more sunshine. And a place I visited often when my sons were in college there. Not much reason go there now, except in my mental trip through precious memories.Pullman Fall Storm, 6 x 9, watercolor
Watercolor continues to sing its sweet siren song and I follow the sound, only to be frequently dashed on the rocks of disappointment. No kidding, watercolor is tough. Mostly because I either get it right the first time, or I get it wrong and have more scrap paper. Not much room for corrections with watercolor.I won't trouble you with the many mistakes I have made lately.This painting went pretty smoothly. I had a strong idea for the painting before I started, my young friend (now a college student), with eyes closed and a serene look on her face. I used clean colors, changed my water frequently, and let the magic of wet into wet kind of melt together. I was tempted to leave the painting as is (or as was, so to speak) but some edges needed a little more defining and I wanted a little more value variance in her hair. So, I went back in. Sharpened the line between her cheek and hair, darkened the upper lip, a little more shadow on the cheek/neck. I stopped before I did too much.There's still so much of this painting that is soft and dreamy looking, I've called it:
"Dreaming." 24 x 18, watercolor.
I admit it. I love faces. I love to study faces, and to paint a face gives me lots of pleasure. 
