Here is my painting number 33:
The idea for this painting was basically a dappled sky such as that shown in my source photo (below). I am fairly happy with the painting – although I may still fiddle a bit with the road tomorrow – something in the perspective is a bit off. Some of the cloud edges also need some blending to take the edge of some edges.
On my iPad the photo appears too yellow, but on my computer the colour temperature seems about right.
Here is my underpainting – started early this morning, then I started the sky mid afternoon and was finished by early evening. This painting is bigger than anything I have painted before in this current run, and almost the biggest I have ever attempted in oil. Much learned from this experience.
I have often felt guilty if I made an oil painting look good mainly because of a sky effect – it is relatively easy to blend a good sky with oil paintings – watercolour requires a whole new level of skill by comparison. But in this painting, I had a mighty battle on hand to get the colour of the sky right, and to make the light behind the clouds come through with the right value and pattern without creating a spotty effect. I am not sure I succeeded, but there you have it.
In my thoughts as I painted this was the poem Pied Beauty, by Gerard Manley Hopkins, which begins “Glory be to God for dappled things”. It is fitting that the poem’s second line mentions “For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow”, because as you can see the source photo actually shows Nguni cattle with their beautiful spotted skin under that dappled sky. Here is the poem:
Pied BeautyGlory be to God for dappled things –For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.All things counter, original, spare, strange;Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:Praise him.Gerard Manley Hopkins, from Poetry Foundation
Road’s EndThe roads have come to their end now,they don’t go any farther, they turn here,over on the earth there.You can’t go any farther if you don’t wantto go to the moon or the planets. Stop nowin time, and turn to a wasp’s nest or a cow’s track,a volcano opening or a clatter of stones in the woods-it’s all the same. Something else.They won’t go any farther as I’ve saidwithout changing, the engine to horseshoes,the gear shift to a fit branchwhich you hold loose in your hand– what the hell is this?Rolf Jacobsen
I’ve been painting a lot of skies lately with watercolor, but I haven’t achieved anything as impressive as this. I think you’ve done an excellent job of capturing the light and creating a sense of depth in the painting. I’m not one to think much of exploring other worlds. I have so much yet to learn about this one, and today I will be giving thanks for all the dappled things.
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Many thanks for your compliment, I have to say that sky did not come easily to me, and I learned a lot from the experience. Unfortunately it seems I have to repeat some mistakes several times in a row before I get it!
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What would we do without mistakes? We wouldn’t learn nearly as much, and what we did learn probably wouldn’t have much meaning for us.
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Do you have any pink in the clouds?
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Well, there is Alarizon Crimson in there, if you would call that pink. If you mix it with Conalt Blue you get nice sky colors. Normally I use just a pinch of Alarizon, but in this painting I had to pile it on to get the right warmth in the mid sky. Thanks for visiting!
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the sky spreads out in perspective and suggests a wonderful distance and space and the contrast between the bright sky and warm ground is really lovely
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Many thanks Aletha. Yes, This required close observation of the photo, and I had to remove some holes in the clouds even thought they were there in the photo, because it created a somewhat spotty effect.
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Whatever you did, you produced wonderful clouds.
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I look up at the sky and I see a dome and wonder if it is even possible to break through it…and if we did would we be in the home of God? And if it is…we can’t go there if we are alive. I wonder if the stars and “planets” are all under the dome closer to us than we think. At times I wonder if we live in what would be akin to a snow globe. I’ve never thought about going to Mars. Makes no sense to me.
Nice painting. Get to work on that sky and road.
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Thanks DawnMarie! Yes, it is amazing to think of that vast mysterious space just seperated from us by a thin veil of atmosphere.
I was going to work more on this canvas but felt I had learned enough from it so tonight I recycled it for another lesson.
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That will work.
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Really Nice. Makes me think of the Spanish Artist Joaquín Corolla.
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