Expressionist Painting, "Last Birch Tree Leaves Holding On"

"Last Birch Tree Leave Holding On" is acrylic on stretched canvas, 7" x 5", $95, to purchase e-mail me. It is very stormy today and I strated painting outside only to seek shelter in our pump house where I could still see the birch trees. When I finished a few drops of rain fell as I took it back to our house.

Expressionist Painting, "Birch Tree, Wet and Shining"

"Birch Tree, Wet and Shining," an acrylic painting on a wood box 12" x 12" x 1" ready to hang, no frame necessary, $125, to purchase e-mail me as I am in process of setting up Pay Pal. Yesterday and today this painting went through many phases. When I went out yesterday there was a rainbow. The arc shape was feeling to me like folk art in a square patch for a quilt. It was fun but I saw another beauty in the rain drops sticking to the branches of the birch tree. After painting over and over time and many times over I could finally say that the painting reflects my feelings for the day. A new challenge will be to do another painting with the rainbow.

Abstract Painting # 3, "Moon Setting Before Dawn"

"Moon Setting Before Dawn" is a mixed media painting on a hardboard Ampersand box ready to hang, no frame needed, 8"x 10", $185, can be purchased by e-mailing me. (I am in the process of setting up a Pay Pal account.) This abstract has long been in my almost complete pile. Today I brought it out because the colors were like what I saw the morning of December 5th. I was inspired to complete it. It is acrylic with a few brush strokes of oil paint and lines of oil bar.

Abstract Painting #2, "Fir Tree Dances With Sky"

"Fir Tree Dances With Sky" is an acrylic painting, museum wrapped canvas painted around the edges ready to hang, no frame needed, 18" x 14", availabe for sale for $350, inquire by e-mail, will set up Pay Pal. While painting "Fir Trees..." I enjoyed being on high ground looking up between the branches at the sky and down to the wetlands now built up with houses. I felt I was really painting the emotion I had responding to the light clouds passing by in the late afternoon. I did not think that it was going to be the last painting I could do while the pasture was still our property. Today the sale is final. To me happiness is the memory of experiences of painting and keeping sheep here - not the ownership of property, for I can sell both.

Abstract Painting:"Full Moon on Yule Tide Sunset"

"Full Moon Rises on Yule Tide Sunset" is a 14" x 18" acrylic painting on stretched canvas priced at $350. To purchase the painting please e-mail me and I will set up a Pay Pal transaction. This abstract is inspired by a series of paintings of my field that we are in the process of selling for development. Of all the years we have lived here, I do not remember walking in our pasture to look at the moon rise. But the evening of December 5th I was treated to the last time I will see the moon rise here. I am excited to paint from the memory of this sunset just deepening in the sky as the moon came up in the East. I find it easier to work into a fully expressive abstraction just after seeing it in the studio. When I am outside I first feel the need to record what I see and then as I work I feel the emotions well up so I can get to the core of expression, minimalizing detail and creating my own energy. It is my work to interpret - not record. It is my pleasure to enjoy what I have. I add colors to suit my mood and more memories like the star which used to be hung in the climbing tree to be seen all the way down the road.

Apple Tree Expressionist Painting:"After Apple Picking"

"After Apple Picking" is inspired by Robert Frost's poem by the same name. The painting is acrylic on stretched canvas, larger than the 5"x 7" that I will be posting. This one is 18" x 14" and $350.













My long two pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.

The Moon Set Half an Hour After Sun Rise

I am excited to have been accepted at the Daily Painters Gallery. I anticipate that I will be growing, trying new challenges while my work has a market on the internet. Remaining open to new ideas is healthy. I will be happy because some gallery will not be telling me to do more of the same. Freedom is very good for my personal development. From this day on all my paintings posted here will be for sale as soon as I get Paypal set up. Today's painting "The Moon Set.." is an acrylic on a 10" x 8" x 7/8" Ambersand box. It is for sale for $100.

Celebrating My Trees

This painting is for sale. Oil on masonite hard board. 10" x 8" $200
Painting outdoors is bringing the best out of me. I am so happy I painted my way out of a little slump the past two days.

One More Try

for sale. It is Acrylic on 10" x 8" deep cradled board box. $200

















This afternoon I painted a new one of the trees and liked the mode I was in so I painted over the Standing Trees Shining. Now I am pleased.

Burning Logging Slash

Fourty years ago I helped plant some trees in Oregon. Then moved away from the state: The trees were neglected. Many did not live but a few did grow to fourteen inches in diameter. Most of the surviving trees were felled this year. I had not seen the place since we planted the trees, and today I went back. It felt like a historic occasion. The snow covered the sore ground covered with debree by the loggers. Steam rose above the snow and burning piles. Taking a break from feeding the fires, I painted in my moleskin.

Sky

For sale. Acrylic on Masonite board. 16" x 12" $150



















Interesting, I never seem to learn that acrylics dry darker making any additions difficult for me to match. Here I have gone back into the painting the next day. Furthermore the mood of the day changed. Both this one and the " No Freezing Rain After All" were started on a dark day, completed on a much lighter day.

No Freezing Rain After All

Not for sale

Four O'Clock Wood Chopper

For sale Acrylic on cradled board box 14" x 11". $250



















With the threats of an ice storm, my husband took up the ax. Maybe I should have warned him that he would be sore, but instead I found symbols of our changes in life as we are growing older.

Slow Beginnings of the Cloud Series

"What use are all the paints, canvases, and brushes in the world if we don't allow ourselves to fantasize." author unknown

For sale. Acrylic on hard board cradled box, 8" x 10", $290

Abstracting from nature has always been a tug at my thinking and takes many trials. On this one I think i hit a jack pot.

Sky With Emotion

Today I brought out all of my nineteen small oil paintings that were put away for ten days. I am pleased with the changes that took place over the weeks during which I painted once a day. I am going to do more oil paintings when the weather is warmer. Next Spring they can dry in our unheated pump house. In the meantime, today, I am back to painting with acrylics outdoors in the 26 degree weather until my fingers feel cold. I'll finish two this afternoon. The painting I post here is an earlier one that I just glazed today. The thick blue mixed with white is not as vibrant as a thin glaze is over dried paint.

In the past I kept working on a painting over and over. I am changing my ways for small paintings.

Today I noticed the gray sky all over and found little changes in hue and luminosity. It is difficult to photograph these light paintings but will work on the photography so I can post them tomorrow.

The Wind and The Clouds

It is a challenge to do the clouds. I am looking forward to doing a series of clouds as seen from our place. The clouds will become more abstract as I express my feelings about selling country side property and then becoming a good neighbor.

The Beginning Of Winter

The sunsets behind our plumb tree and field. I am anticipating doing more paintings of the field we have given up. The papers are signed and the sale is in process. The old Pulver homestead is changing with the times.

Thanksgiving Thanks for a Beautiful Year in Oregon

"Heron" from the Poem Series

Inspiration from Sorley Maclean's "Heron"
"She Folded her wings close in to her sides and took stock of all around her."

Lens Eye Views

I like the camera as a tool for interpretation of the landscape. I like to paint what the camera can not reveal. I find my feelings flow also with small oil paintings. While I am painting though sometimes I get to looking mostly at my picture trying to fix a moments impression and then more views want to enter than the picture can hold. So then it is nice to get the camera out.

Leaning Towards the Abstract

Painting over yesterday's painting, a new beginning about interpreting rather than reproducing. I was feeling the breeze turn to gusts of wind as the storm approached. The bird house painting was from a particular place focusing on bird houses. The painting on top of the post was a general impression while being outside in the storm as the rain started blowing at me.

Will continue oil series in December?

The time has come to have quality family time with grandchildren for the Thanksgiving holiday. After Thanksgiving I'll decide if I should do more oil paintings. I have been enjoying painting very much the past few weeks. I have learned that I can develop a flow by making myself conclude paintings while the initial intention is still strongly felt. In contrast to painting one a day outdoors, working in the studio I attempt to make the paintings look as though they are done all at once. I am forcing them. The nice thing about oil is that it stays wet longer than acrylic facilitating working all over the surface keeping it a unit. I was happiest when I had two of each primary color, white and a few earth colors. I was painting smoothly until I ran out of most of my max watersoluble oil colors. Yesterday I squeezed on to my palette what remained. I only have some burnt sienna, burnt umber and white left in tubes. Should do for some winter landscape or deer. In addition to running out of paint, on Friday we will sign over to the new owner the lot. This will not be as final an ending as I thought:I may yet be able to paint there through December. Building will probably start in January. I have thought that this series might well include the drama of a house being built.

Bird Houses

To attract birds we have surrounded our place with bird houses. The fields about our place are great for the swallows to glide and swoop up insects. Our large patches of freshly turned dirt has many tasty insects. The blue birds see their meal from several high perches. While I was painting today I saw many more subjects like the four point buck following a reluctant doe. I put in and took out of my painting a squirrel. The squirrel came down from the climbing tree and stood just three feet away watching me while covering herself with a large fuzzy tail as though she thought she was hidden.

The Fence by the Climbing Tree

Years and years ago our lamb put her head through the fence to reach a tender leaf but she was trapped unable to get her haed out by herself. I notice the fence was never replaced and it is stretched out of shape. Soon the field will be sold. The fence will be pulled out to make way for a new home. So I continue to paint for a couple of more days. Some times for pure feeling without words and other days for memories. Everyday I see the field as though I never really noticed it before. How could I have missed such a wonderful inspiration? Well I did try to paint in the field with animals like sheep, cows, horses and once a goat. Only the animals wanted to get into the paint. But still there were many times like now when the field could have been my place to paint. I was busy with life and now I am so fortunate that I do have time to paint.

Feeling The Rain Drops

The rain showers contributed to the mood and even to making my painting. The wetness of the rain mixed with the water soluble oils. Paint was everywhere on my easel and on my gloves. The messiness of painting was exciting though. The rain damp landscape was rich with color. The thunder clouds were sweeping through the air. When the sun pierced through the clouds, the fields started to steam especially under the trees. I began to think about the lane that makes two right angle bends around the end of our field. These bends are the old path going past a barn long gone.

The Tree House of Olden Times

The family who lived here before us had a little boy who drives by every now and then to view his best childhood climbing tree. One blackened board still hangs in among the perfectly trimed branches. He says that at Christmas time they use to hang a star on the tree. Now in a few months a new family will build there home by this tree and the tree will again hear the laughter of children.

Underneith High Ground "TG", Our Pet Sheep Rests

Our back wall of the shop was a favorite place for our pet "TG." This morning before the storm I could not find a subject to paint at first. I walked around the field as though lost. I had to paint a quick one before the storm and I settled with the buildings because they are so angular that I could bite into the moody part of painting almost from the start. The black box, bat house never seemed more ominous. "TG" lay down here and could not get up about four years ago this month. One of her lambs is enjoying her golden years on my friend Rain's farm.

Yesterday's Lighting Remembered

After rain drops fell on my painting of the day, I picked up my stuff and returned to the patio covered area. Then I worked on the sentimental painting I spoke of yesterday. I feel good about it now. I am enjoying painting on 8" x 10" x 1" Ambersand Blocks. These are the blocks my mother and I painted on just before her passing away in 2003. At the end she only collaborated on a few of the blocks. I kept my favorites and pealed off the acrylic revealing a perfectly clean surface to begin again. I put aside the pealings for collage.

Sunshine Between Showers

Today I woke up in time to see a rainbow above my field but when I returned with a camera the rainbow was faint. After the shower I painted our plum tree with the fir trees in the background. Next year there will be a house between the plum tree and the fir trees. The impending sale causes my paintings to look exceedingly sentimental - an emotion I used to try to avoid. I am still working on yesterday's painting which is too pretty falling in the category of sentimental. Maybe I should go ahead with what I feel. This project after all is a sentimental exercise of enjoying my property while I still own it. After Thanksgiving maybe a house will rise on our field and I will not make any more discovery walks.

Dark Down Pour

From Under a Fir Tree

Under the fir tree my painting was out of the rain. The worst of the storm came in after I finished. I am really still excited about going out and painting in the morning. But the dampness is not good for my Andersen's easel. The metal bracket that holds the canvas has become floppy. The Andersen mechanism always did look a little weak. I am running out of Max cadmium yellow and orange. My blues are also low and I am mixing real oil colors with the water soluble ones. I like the richness of basic colors and will not order the mixed ones made by holbien called DUO. I am still debating about getting more MAX made by Grumbacker. I am not sure I will continue to do little oils like this 8" x 10".

The Field, the Creek and a Tree on a Rainy Day

The Rain and I Painted

Today it rained at near record amounts. I was still eager to go out and see what emotions could be stimulated by the mood of the day. I painted with Max, an oil paint so refined that it mixes with water. So I tried painting during a light shower. The rain made the thick oils run a little. Painting this way I needed to put down the idea and then react to the changes made by the soggy day. I feel that the pressure was on to express the feeling I had right away without getting bogged down by detail.

Our Back Field and Pump House

Our pump house has seldom been a subject in my painting since we lived here the past 22 years but now that we are selling our field, I am eager to enjoy our property by using it as a beginning for some works. As I work I become closer to the beauty in what was so common place to me. I am not reproducing the landscape. I am making interpretations. At first the paintings will be impressionistic. Future paintings will become more abstract and emotional.

Our Apple Trees

'Our Apple Trees' is oil on cradled wood board 14" x 11" x 1", for sale $175
I am really enjoying my early morning painting adventures, but the time has come to make up my mind if I will do more. Tomorrow the temperature will be 20 degrees colder - below freezing and the wind chill factor in addition may be more than I am willing to endure.

Rainy Day Painting of the Woods

"Rainy Day Painting of the Woods" is oil on linen, 3' x 5" for sale $86.
From our patio cover I painted what I call the nursery woods where does have their fawns and foxes have cubs.

I Hate Fixed Paintings

I hate the superficial fix. But I keep feeling that I can save the painting when I could do better by doing another painting.
Solution of questionable value: Obliterate and paint a new. That works sometimes. But on other paintings it is obliterate day after day until the canvas is a highly textured, dried fruit cake. Luckily most of mine work most of the time.

Is this toll or oil painting?

A lady walking her dog approached me and asked if I had seen the squirrel. Are you painting the squirrel? Can I see? I said I had not noticed the squirrel. Then she was disappointed and asked, "Is this toll or oil painting?" A very good question!! Much more deep than the lady thought!!! She only wanted to express some hostility in the pretense of being ignorant.
My answer is that some painting is more craft than art. To some extent I want to make a pleasing painting of my impressions of the landscape. In doing so I have used the brush in learned toll painting fashion as opposed to being honest about the moment. I also found that I still want to make changes after returning home today. Only I think these changes are superficial. Most of the them were not about living in the moment and my first impression.
The superficial brushing is of the distant trees on the upper right. I put them in because there was some perpendicular linear raised texture from the underneith painting covered with gesso. The painting that I did today is of the field in back of our place and it is done on a 10" x 8" canvas stretched over plywood. I am eager to try again tomorrow with honesty. I am encoraged to learn that my secondary fixes are apt to be superficial. I may be able to make paintings of the moment and leave tham as finished.

Painting in My Own Backyard Field

This is the second morning I have tried working smaller only this time I painted one twice as large. This 8 x 10 painting was more comfortable for me to paint than the 5 x 7. Sold I was delighted by the sunrise this morning and what a good subject my own yard can be. Then my husband noticed the sun streaming through the oak tree. I painted it.

Extending Myself

Today I tried a new way of painting. With oil paints I painted from start to finish in just a little over an hour. The big change for me was to paint a very small canvas of 5" x 7". for sale $86. But can I be satisfied painting small canvases? The set up was swift and I had a fist full of small brushes so I did not clean between colors. The small brushes cleaned up easily at home afterwards. Maybe this is the way I will be painting in the future when I am traveling about the country. But I am not sure I can get all my personality into such a small area. I was pleased on this first one because I was not all tight as I anticipated. Standing up while painting had much to do with my freeling of freedom. Another bonus is the promise of a flow of work. I can think about my next painting and not go back into my first impression. On small canvases I can break the habit of making little changes for months and even years after starting a painting.

# 2 of the "I see a Poem" series

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One small release for a man: One giant leap for all life. an adaptation of Neil Armstrong's words ( acrylic on 36" x 24" canvases )






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I See a Poem Series

Keep a green tree in your heart and maybe a singing bird will come. Chinese proverb Kiribati women of Christmas Island are waiting for the island bus but also they wait for the return of the singing birds killed by our automic bomb test off shore from the island in 1962. The heart of their life is the palm tree and their own family. They are very brave.
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Returning to Mother Whale

Painted on location at Rocky Creek, Oregon, I applied acrylic paint directly from squeeze bottles and mixed colors with sticks and paper towels. 24" x 36" Finally I am painting without using clean up water.

Discovering Painting Tools From Nature

Sorry at this time my pictures are not publishing to this post and I hope the problem straightens out soon. During my twelve gorgeous days near Lincoln City, Oregon I luxuriated in the fine fall weather painting at least one acrylic painting a day. Most of my paintings were of the Great Blue Heron. The series was inspired by the Scottish poet Sorley Maclean's poem, "Heron". "She folded her wings close to her sides and took stock of all around her." I observed herons on the docks and along the banks of the Siletz River. Truly they land and stock. Their movements are deliberate and sometimes they hold for minutes their spring neck ready to pounce. The long neck and long hand-like claws have many expressions. The painting pictured here is of a heron unfolding exotic full feathered wings like a show girl moving in Chinese calligraphic gestures.
All the paintings were made with sticks and beach grass dipped in acrylic paint. A dorsal fin from a Chinook Salmon made fine shading. The fin was rubbed dry with a paper towel and then dipped in the acrylics. The feel of the fin on wet canvas was like the slippery, sensual feeling of oil paints. I was enchanted and the fresh fish did not smell too much. I did not even notice the smell after the paint dried. The physical feeling of applying the paint is different with each fin type. The pectoral and dorsal are fan-like making wonderful water like swirls and the adipose is rubbery like a paint shaper. I never anticipated the fun of using natural things instead of brushes. The original reason for using discardable found objects is to save the environment from dumping paint tainted water. In the past I tried to evaporate the waste water until it was useable as paint. this is not a so much fun guarding the waste water from occasional spills and smelling the paint getting moldy. But as I worked almost waterless painting using these objects I became attached to these new tools. Sticks did not completely dry over night and I could draw with them on water sprayed canvas. Paper towels were useful in removing the excess created by mixing paint on the canvas. The rags stayed wet over night in Oregon rainforest dew. So small adjustments in the painting could be made with no need to mix more to match. When I wanted to add more in the gray distance I just used the whale spout was added the next day. First I rubbed the towel with the still damp gray on the canvas and then I could more smoothly bend in the water spout.