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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Farm near Rochester, WI

Somehow or another fall and winter have become my favorite time of year. I don't enjoy painting in the heat of summer, so the cool of fall and the gray colors appeal to me. I travel around in the late fall looking for this very type of thing even though I find it challenging to paint. Believe me, all those fine limbs and grasses are enough to try anyone's patience to the limit. This is a detail of a pastel which I knocked off while teaching a class. While the student paints and I offer assistance, I have time to work on one of these. I wonder if the state of Wisconsin is aware that I am their unofficial artist/historian of farm life in their state? My grandfather started a farm in Oregon in 1912, but was not able to make a go of it (a short but sad story). I never had the good fortune to grow up and live on a farm or ranch, but I did grow up watching all the Western movies and TV shows back in the 1950s and 1960s. Earlier this year I was juried in as a member of the Oil Painters of America and recently I sent in an application to become a member and enter the show of the American Plains Artists. Here's two instances where my western and farm paintings have led me into membership in groups that otherwise I might not have been involved in. I have to be careful or I will belong to more groups than I can afford.

3 comments:

Lynn Dykstra said...

Beautiful.
Barns are no longer being built, and are too expensive to maintain, so they are rapidly leaving our landscape.
Last barn I know was built was in 1972.

Slim Johnson said...

It's a credit to the farmers that built them so well that even though they are gradually coming apart and you can see daylight through them they are still standing.

Slim Johnson said...

This one took an "Award of Excellence" at the West Suburban Artists Guild show.