Tulips are starting to shine

The Skagit Valley is starting to bloom.  For the next couple of weeks, starting right now, "there are no bashful hues" says Tom Robbins in Another Roadside Attraction.  Indeed, my home region in Northwest Washington State is ablaze!

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Margaritaville-Key West

With enough frequent flier miles, I pondered where to go mid-winter-a place to warm the bones and find inspiration for painting; some place warm and exotic within the U.S. yet different than Mexico or Hawaii. The answer: Margaritaville! Time for a a painting trip to Key West, FL. During the week, it was warmer back home, but with a new place to explore and brushes in hand, I was ready to put oil to canvas.
Notes during the trip:

There’s a muffled quality to the sound in the air here, and I haven’t been able to grasp the source. Is it the ocean? The humidity? When I actively listen I hear the rustle of wind through the palm fronds, the occasional car go by, and the screech of an island bicycle stopping for a light.

Tourists have many options for transportation here. Some opt for the oversized electric golf carts that look downright fun for toodling around in. The $90/day price tag took ‘fun’ out of it for us, so we opted to rent bicycles-perfect on the flat wide streets.

These are no ordinary ten-speed drop-handlebar bicycles. Upon mounting mine I immediately flashed back to my days at age 10 riding my fat-tired steer horn handlebar bike. Backpedal to break, and with only one gear. Yesterday we discovered a great paved trail around the island and pedaled its entirety in a little over an hour, passing turquoise waters and sandy beaches.

I’ve been gathering facts like candy and would like to leave with a bowlful. Key West is at 24 degrees N latitude, just 1 degree North outside the tropics. It is closer to Havana,Cuba-90 miles- than Miami (160 miles). It’s the southernmost point in the Continental U.S.
And I learned why the sunsets are so big here-why so many gather at the Pier every evening: Most East Coasters never see the sun set over water! Being from Washington State: uh…where else would it set…?

I could not name most of the animals or plants that I see here. Large buzzard-like black birds soar for hours on warm breezes. Green foliage-spiky leaves, gnarled branches hide many of the houses in the neighborhood. These old homes are predominantly white with shutters over windows. Geraniums and tomatoes have no fear of frost and grow uninhibited. I, however, feared frost as it was chilly last night, the air conditioner continued to churn out the cold air; these old homes do not have heat. In an attempt to warm up, we made our way down Duvall Street to the Butterfly Conservatory, where it’s a constant 85 degrees. It turned out to be the highlight of the trip as 2000 winged jewels flew around us, some landing to rest for awhile. By weeks end, we completed our stay and began our own winged migration back home, to balmy Skagit Valley.

Fine Art, tools of expression

I had mentioned in an earlier posting that I considered my education and learned techniques as my "tools of expression." I reiterate this because it would be so easy for an artist to get into the manufacturing mode because of the pressures of living in this fast paced society. The more we use the computer with all of it's opportunities, the more we seem to develop an Attention Deficit Disorder, ADD, to life. Small bits of information that are processed quickly like the sound bites of evening news or Twitter comes to mind. I bring this up because I am a victim of this too and I have to remind myself to slow down, take a deep breath.

If I were to head out to the Valley (Skagit Valley Washington) looking around for a "formula" painting, it would be rather easy to find one. I need more than that. I need emotion. Sitting on rock with sketch book in hand, absorbing the day, and being a voyeur to the present, I watch the trickle of water moving down the slough. My eyes move along the curvature of the bank, each twig and blade of grass now coming into focus. Ten to fifteen minutes pass before I set my pencil to the paper. I'm establishing the values and contemplating the color. I write notes on the side of my drawing, "subtle shades of blues and cool greens in the shadows with some grayed reds beneath." The blaze of tulips are almost blinding but, I ignore for the time being since the fields are brown and tulips won't bloom for a few months. This is how the mind wanders when you slow the processing. As I'm sitting there, I notice a hunter in the distance, hardly moving. I contemplate entering him in the composition but, decided not. Still, I cannot keep my eyes from him. He moves one leg forward in deep concentration, herons are fascinating. Can you imagine a heron on Twitter? Back to my drawing, I wonder what this delta region of the valley would be like without roads, dikes, and sloughs. I imagine that there must have been tens of thousands of birds, flying, squawking, and just standing still like this great blue hunter. A certain bonding feeling comes over me as I sit here. The painting I'm contemplating is much too large to paint outdoors so I close my sketch book and sit for another ten minutes.

A couple weeks or so have passed. I've painted this slough before but, I've never painted this painting before. It's a new experience. I still see the hunter and wonder where he's standing now.

"Trickle to Sea" 36x48

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Richard Schmid, The Landscapes

I just finished reading and perusing Richard Schmid's new book on landscapes. It's no surprise to me that this book shows some of the most incredible works of art by a living artist today. He is and always has been a star that is just out of reach from us all.

The Palette and Chisel Academy of Fine Art, Chicago, was where I met Richard Schmid. We both served on the Board of Directors and Richard was president. This was in the mid 1980s when some great emerging talent adorned the halls of that old mansion in Chicago. Richard's generous mentoring spawned some of the great names in contemporary realist art in America today. This is the Richard Schmid I know, unselfish and extremely focused in his world of art.

I recommend this new book, "Richard Schmid, The Landscapes", Stove Prairie Press. see http://www.richardschmid.com/ The hardback edition is $135.00 and worth every penny.

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How many months in a year?

Are you sure you want to stick with your answer of '12'?
And what is a dry-seasoned year referred to? Maybe El Nino? Are you sure?

We understand beliefs vary widely from person to person, but we count on the consistency of solid facts. This reminds me of why painting commissions can be so difficult. Betty wants a French cafe painting scene with bright red awnings. We work out the details and a month later when I show her the completed piece, she says, "oh, not that color red". Everyone sees color differently, and, everyone sees the world uniquely.

How about the Chinese farmer trying to explain the unusual hot, dry weather one year? El Nino? "The traditional Chinese lunar calendar follows a system in which a month must be made up every fourth year- sometimes there is an extra ninth month, or an extra second month, and so on. This year is the fifth one. Whenever there are two fifth months in one year, you can count on a hot dry spring followed by an extremely wet summer. This is the way it has been in the past, and thus the peasants [farmers] are not surprised by the current heat and dryness. Everywhere in the countryside they complain quietly about the problems of having two fifth months in one year." -River Town, Peter Hessler

Question your assumptions. Is it really like this or like that? There are many truths.
The opportunity for expansion of ideas and awareness, whether of the world or towards art, comes from this constant questioning and observing.

Here's how I see red.
Do you see what I mean by red?

p.s. Colors may vary according to individual monitor settings. ;-)

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A free book: Alfred Currier: Impasto

It is soon to be Thanksgiving, so in that spirit, I am giving away 5 copies of my art book. The 112-page full-color book focuses on my work in the past 15 years, including a chapter detailing my process. "Alfred Currier: Impasto" was published in 2003 by the University of Washington Press in association with Marquand Books. It was written by Ted Lindberg, former curator for the Vancouver Art Museum. It retails for $40. Shipping will be included.

To be eligible, all you need to do is post a comment on my blog answering the question: "What is your favorite quote on art ?". Sunday, I will draw five names at random then announce the winners! You must check back Sunday November 29, 2009 or after to lay claim as a winner.

My Favorite quote is from Scott Adams, The Dilbert Principle: "Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep".

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The Process

Cafe' del Esplanade, a video short of 3 1/2 minutes