Birdland

Birdland, 14x18, oil

This is the marsh in the evening. At first it seems quiet, until you become aware of all the life and activity there. Birds by the score are coming in to roost for the night. Some are carolling their evensong and some are twittering excitedly. Many are flying throught the marsh catching insects as they go; the epitome of fast food ! This particular marsh is part of a state park and there are birdhouses of several varieties along with nesting platforms to accomodate the avian resdients preferences.

For, lo, the winter is past,

the rain is over and gone;

the flowers appear on the earth;

the time of the singing of birds is come,

and the voice of the turtle

is heard in our land.

Solomon

Plein Air in the Morning

Madison Morning, 6x8, oil

Hammonasset Waterway, 6x6, oil

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I'm sticking with my commitment to get out Monday-Friday in the mornings to paint. Living along the coast often means that it will be hazy/foggy/overcast in the morning and this is presenting me with some interesting color and lighting situations.

I wanted to mention the passing of a true modern master, Charles Sovek. I had the very good fortune of studying with him during two workshops in 2005. It was an amazing thing to watch him paint with such ease and joyful abandon. His loose colorist paintings have left the world a more beautiful place than when he arived in it. He was a gentle, and generous man, a wonderful teacher and an inspiration. He will be missed!

When Earths Last Picture is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted

And the tubes are twisted and dried

When the oldest colors have faded

And the youngest critic has died

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it

Lie down for an aeon or two

'Till the Master of all good workmen

Shall put us to work anew

And those that were good shall be happy

They'll sit in a golden chair

They'll splash at a ten league canvas

With brushes of comet's hair

They'll find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter, and Paul

They'll work for an age at a sitting

And never be tired at all.

And only the Master shall praise us.

And only the Master shall blame.

And no one will work for the money.

No one will work for the fame.

But each for the joy of the working,

And each, in his separate star,

Will draw the thing as he sees it.

For the God of things as they are!

Rudyard Kipling

Plein Air on Gray Days

Gray Day Rocks, 6x8, oil, $100 unframed

View Through the Bird Blind, 6x6, $100, unframed

We're in a terrible weather pattern, lots of clouds and then the sun breaks through, and just when you get outside the clouds return! Mother Nature's having some fun with us! The bird blind is a wooden shelter constructed in the marsh with viewing windows so you can observe the birds, waterfowl and wildlife unnoticed, a very cool place to set up and paint! These paintings reflect the gray-ness of the day and the textures of the marsh vegitation and the subtle changes in color of the rocks. Enjoy!

SEAWEED

When descends on the Atlantic
The gigantic
Storm-wind of the equinox,
Landward in his wrath he scourges
The toiling surges,
Laden with seaweed from the rocks:

From Bermuda's reefs; from edges
Of sunken ledges,
In some far-off, bright Azore;
From Bahama, and the dashing,
Silver-flashing
Surges of San Salvador;

From the tumbling surf, that buries
The Orkneyan skerries,
Answering the hoarse Hebrides;
And from wrecks of ships, and drifting
Spars, uplifting
On the desolate, rainy seas;--

Ever drifting, drifting, drifting
On the shifting
Currents of the restless main;
Till in sheltered coves, and reaches
Of sandy beaches,
All have found repose again.

So when storms of wild emotion
Strike the ocean
Of the poet's soul, erelong
From each cave and rocky fastness,
In its vastness,
Floats some fragment of a song:

Front the far-off isles enchanted,
Heaven has planted
With the golden fruit of Truth;
From the flashing surf, whose vision
Gleams Elysian
In the tropic clime of Youth;

From the strong Will, and the Endeavor
That forever
Wrestle with the tides of Fate
From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered,
Tempest-shattered,
Floating waste and desolate;--

Ever drifting, drifting, drifting
On the shifting
Currents of the restless heart;
Till at length in books recorded,
They, like hoarded
Household words, no more depart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Looking for the Bright Spot

Looking for the Bright Spot, 6x6, oil

Looking for the bright spot on a gray day...kind of like a metaphor for life!

A Grey Day


Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape,

Rain whitens the dead sea,

From headland dim to sullen cape

Grey sails creep wearily.

I know not how that merchantman

Has found the heart; but 'tis her plan

Seaward her endless course to shape.

Unreal as insects that appall

A drunkard's peevish brain,

O'er the grey deep the dories crawl,

Four-legged, with rowers twain:

Midgets and minims of the earth,

Across old ocean's vasty girth

Toiling--heroic, comical!

I wonder how that merchant's crew

Have ever found the will!

I wonder what the fishers do

To keep them toiling still!

I wonder how the heart of man

Has patience to live out its span,

Or wait until its dreams come true.

William Vaughn Moody

Field Studies Continued

Bold River Afternoon, 6x8, oil

Summerwoods, 6x8, oil

Light from the East, 7x9.5, oil

Morning Sail, 7 x 9.5, oil

It's pouring rain today, but over the past week or so the weather has really been perfect, so here are three new pochades. (That's a French word, derived from the root for pocket, so literally a painting small enough to fit into your pocket!). I'm working on capturing the different qualities of light that occur at different times of day. The first one was begun at 6pm on a very sunny, clear day and the colors just seemed to come alive as the angle of th sun light dropped. The second was painted at 8:00am on a dry sunny morning and the glow in the new foliage of the trees was amazing. The third was begun at about 9:00 am on a sunny but very humid morning, temps were up near 85-90 degrees that morning and the light had a softer more diffused quality to it. This is basically the same scene as Morning Sail (which I posted below)from last week. Not standing in quite the same spot so things are shifted about some but what's really interesting is that although they were painted at the same time of day the weather was different and so was the quality of light. That's what is so fascinating about going back to the same place over and over again, it's never the same painting twice.

Field Studies en Plein Air

Oyster River Evening, 6x8, oil

Beach Path, 6x8, oil

Morning Path, 6x8, oil

Edge of the Woods, 6x8, oil

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I really enjoy painting small field studies outdoors. It's amazing how much you learn about nature, color, light, the rhythms of the seasons and the turning from night to day when you spend time working directly from nature. Larger studio works may seem grander and have more polish and finish but they can never compete with the intimate and fresh depiction of a scene you get when you work small and quick outdoors.

For your Spirit woven into the Fabric of creation

for the eternal overlapping with time

and the life of the earth interlaced with heaven's vitality

I give you thanks, O God.

For your untamed creativity

your boundless mystery

and your passionate yearnings

planted deep in the soul of every human being

I give you thanks.

Grabt me the grace to reclaom these depths

to uncover this treasure

to liberate these longings

and in being set free in my own spirit

to act for the well-being of the world.

J.Philip Newell

from~A Celtic Benediction~

Each of these field studies is available for purchase, unframed, $100. E-mail me jan.blencowe@comcast.net pay securely with PayPal

Morning Sail

Morning Sail Daily Impressionist Painting

About This Painting:
A lovely summer morning, I thoroughly enjoyed being outside painting this!

Media: oil
Size: 9 in X 7.5 in (22.9 cm X 19.1 cm)
Price: $150 USD

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Plein Air Petitescapes

A Very Quiet Morning, 6x8,oil
$100, unframed, contact: jan.blencowe@comcast.net

Morning Dunes, 6x8, oil

$100, unframed, contact: jan.blencowe@comcast.net

I love painting these little field studies, 6x8 inch gems that seem to capture the intimacy and connection I feel with the landscape whenever I paint outdoors. Both of these were painted in the early morning a time of day I find enchanting.

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Read Mary Oliver's beautiful and evocative Morning Poem.

Morning Prayer

Let me to-day do something that shall take

A little sadness from the world’s vast store, And may I be so favoured as to make

Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more.Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed

Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend.

However meagre be my worldly wealth, Let me give something that shall aid my kind –A word of courage, or a thought of health, Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.

Let me to-night look back across the span

‘Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say –Because of some good act to beast or man –“The world is better that I lived today.”

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

April Trail

April Trail- Plein Air Impressionist Landscape

About This Painting:
Painted on location, the colors are still subtle in New England this time of year though the red cedars retain their richness. This was painted at Hammonasset State Park. It's part of the hiking trail that follows a rocky moraine at the Meigs Point at the eastern end of the park.

Media: oil
Size: 12 in X 9 in (30.5 cm X 22.9 cm)
Price: $350

How to Purchase:

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Price: $350
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