musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
09.16.2012 ~ hiking wheeler peak, i
Was there a more perfect day than yesterday? I can’t imagine.
Up before sunrise to tea and homemade breakfast burritos (made the night before and warmed while tea steeped). We owned the empty road from Santa Fe northward. Quick stop in Dixon to pick up our potter friend and be revitalized by a spot of green tea served in perfect ceramic vessels. Then on to Taos for coffee and a sweet roll at the counter of Michael’s Kitchen while we waited for the rest of our party coming in from Cimarron — nine members and friends of the Philmont Staff Association’s board of directors who had just finished their annual autumn meeting.
Bundling up with hats and mittens, we hit the Williams Lake trail just before 9:00 — later than planned, but still a respectable time. An hour later, after a break above the lake, we cut north on the new trail, eager to experience the relative ease and graduation of this new path. The weather was a perfection of mild temps, blue sky, and only a smattering of clouds — just enough to add interest to the vast expanse of blue over our heads. Though still steep, the new trail makes for a much more gradual, middle-aged-joint-friendly hike. The climb out of the trees is enchanting, as you then rise up into spacious alpine plains. By noon, with layers peeled, we high-fived on the summit of Wheeler Peak, our ascent celebrated at 13,161 ft. with the consumption and sharing of all manner of toothsome snacks.
An equally glorious descent, albeit with above-mentioned joints getting a bit cranky. Clouds painted the nearby ridges shades of purple-blue; in the distance flecks of gold just staring to appear in the green stands of aspens.
More high-fives on the sunny deck of the Bavarian, as we toasted ourselves and this perfect day with the consumption of fine German lager, hot pretzels and sweet mustard.
A long satisfied drive home in the fading light. Crawling into bed, weary. The best night’s sleep had in many an eve.
Then… SHAZAM! The morning after and I sprang out of bed with excitement to get busy painting! Decidedly ignoring my “Monday To Do List,” I just had to try my hand at recapturing a little bit of yesterday. So here it is — a sweet little 6 x 12 inch oil ‘sketch’ of our descending hike, just above timberline:
Can hardly wait to capture more of this grand day and hike!
Below, a detail:
09.13.2012 ~ of eastern shores: vinalhaven revisited
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| vinalhaven, ii ~ oil on panel ~ by dawn chandler ~ copyright dawn chandler 2012 |
Whoop-yeah! Second attempt at this view of the coast of Vinalhaven Island and I am pleased!
This new one just seems to capture more of the warmth of the late afternoon sun glaring across the rocks and evergreens. Too, I think I differentiated better the variation in color of the tidal-washed granite. But Gorry! (as my sainted Yankee grandfather would say) it was a real challenge trying to get the color and value (shade/brightness) just right on those brightest rocks. I must’ve scraped off and repainted that area half a dozen times. Alas, my photo here doesn’t do it justice.
Here’s a comparison of the two paintings. The most recent painting is on the bottom.
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| vinalhaven, i ~ oil on panel ~ by dawn chandler ~ copyright dawn chandler 2012 |
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| vinalhaven, ii ~ oil on panel ~ by dawn chandler ~ copyright dawn chandler 2012 |
Okay, so maybe it’s a toss up. Now that I look at them both together I’m having a tough time choosing a favorite. The shapes of the trees on the first painting (top) are a bit more interesting, as are the shapes of the clouds. But the colors overall — especially of the rocks and trees — on the bottom painting are more true to my photo and memory. [Note to Self: Go for the charm of a third try?]
Incidentally, some of those rocks that look so rectangular and shaped by humans are just that: shaped by quarry workers and stone-cutters. For back-in- the-day (19th century), Vinalhaven was a mecca of architectural granite. Maybe you’ve seen this building?
That’s the US Customs house in NYC, and much of that beautiful stone came from this very island.
Or this gorgeous interior?
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| Photo by Eric Hunt via Wikipedia |
That’s New York’s Cathedral of St. John the Divine — the largest cathedral in the world! (it’s also known as “St. John the Unfinished,” as it’s still under construction after more than 100 years…!) Those four glorious columns are Vinalhaven granite. There are eight of those colossal columns, each fifty-feet long and 130 tons. Imagine what it must have taken to get them off the island and down to New York.
Dying to see the exterior? Me, too. Here’s the outside:
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| Photo by William Porto via Wikipedia |
Buildings just aren’t made in this grand style with granite anymore, so nearly all of the quarries on Vinalhaven have shut down. Lobstering is the main source of employ for the island now. The island though remains riddled with scores of quarries, now abandoned and filled with ground water. I’m told the waters are quite fine…Indeed, I have made a vow to myself that I will return again to Vinalhaven, if only to “take the waters” and skinny-dip in the quarry pools. And then I’ll walk again along these shores in the early evening glow with my friends….
Some details of painting #2:
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| Betty Crocker would be proud |
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| Those dark smudges are some of my underwriting / scribing bleeding through. More about that technique here
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09.09.2012 ~ of eastern shores: vinalhaven, i
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| vinalhaven, i ~ oil on panel ~ 12 x 24 inches ~ by dawn chandler ~ copyright 2012 dawn chandler |
A week ago tonight I stood here, a permanent smile radiating across my face as I contemplated the ragged Maine coastline bathed in evening light. There in the briny breeze, we sampled the skin of wild rose-hips and the few remaining blackberries growing in the brambles spilling down to the granite coastline.
Oh how lucky am I to have dear friends living on that island haven, who graciously invited me to come and sojourn in their sanctuary. I could barely get enough of the rustic warmth of their cozy home, breathing deeply of coastal air, waking to the sound of gulls and distant lobster boats, the perfection of morning tea, cappuccini and maple syrup served from a Mason jar.
My painting here isn’t bad…
But
….it’s… not…. quite…. right.
Though the landscape of Maine is cool…….. cool…….. cool as can be,
in this evening light the rocks radiated more warmth than I’ve conveyed here.
The sky did, too.
Hell, the whole scene did.
Struggle as I might I just… couldn’t… quite… get it.
Maybe it’s the Titanium White I was using rather than my usual Holbein Foundation Umber (a warmer shade of ‘white’)?
Hmm…. not sure.
There’s only one thing to do:
Try it again.
Below, some details:
08.28.2012 ~ of eastern shores: cape cod, i
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| cape cod, i ~ the hopper house ~ oil on panel ~ 12 x 24 inches ~ by dawn chandler ~ copyright 2012 dawn chandler |
My first painting of the Cape, based on my sojourn there in early July. Here, a view of Edward Hopper’s charming house, up on the Truro dunes. The sea air sunlight was nearly blinding, silhouetting the house and dunes against the refractive sky. The moment I saw this view it took my breath away. No wonder Hopper spent so many summers here.
If you’re unsure who Edward Hopper is, he’s the painter of such iconic American scenes as these:
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| Nighthawks ~ oil on canvas ~ c.1942 ~ by Edward Hopper |
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| The Lighthouse at Two Lights ~ oil on canvas ~ c.1929 ~ by Edward Hopper |
[There’s a cool article in the New York Times about this house and Hopper’s painting of the Cape.]
We spent a week on the Cape, My Good Man and I, visiting beloved friends and taking in the captivating beauty of the arm of New England. A week wasn’t nearly long enough. I want to go back and bury myself in the sand, throw myself out to sea, be dazzled by sea light reflection, get lost in the winding pathways among oak and water, immerse myself in art and food and gracious friends and community…. What a glorious landscape, what a delightful community.
Below, some details of my painting. If you look carefully, you’ll see the ghost of my underwriting/scribing. [Read more about that technique here.]
This painting was fun to do in its simplicity of scene and palette. Fun to wield my brush and palette knife through buttery globs of white and grey.
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| cape cod, i ~ the hopper house ~ oil on panel ~ 12 x 24 inches ~ by dawn chandler ~ copyright 2012 dawn chandler |
08.22.2012 ~ baldy from ute park, i
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| baldy from ute park, i ~ by dawn chandler ~ oil on panel ~ 12 x 24 inches ~ copyright dawn chandler 2012 |
Arguably the most splendid view of Baldy Mountain I’ve ever witnessed: the view from my friend’s cabin porch in Ute Park. Among my blessings this year I count the two summer mornings not long ago when I awoke to this view. I sat mesmerized for hours — no exaggeration there — staring at this peak, gently falling into a peace of mind “unexpected in common hours.” Worry seemed simply to melt away the longer I pondered the folds of shadow, the slanting of light….
A few painting details below:
