A couple of years ago a friend of mine had invited me to visit his cranberry bogs while they were being harvested. Yesterday I finally made it. It was a beautiful day; possibly the last 70 degree day of the year. While Jeff was busy with the harvest I wandered around and took photos. I had brought my oil paints but chickened out and just did a couple of sketches. The first is of the flooded bog with the cranberries floating on the surface, drawn with Inktense pencils. The second is Jeff on his threshing machine, drawn with technical pens. The machine knocks the berries off the vine. By the time he was done the whole bog was red.
Wednesday was a sunny, warm day and the fall reds, yellows and oranges were blazing, so I took some pastels down to the field below my house. Despite the color all around, what caught my eye was the row of birch trees along the far edge of the field standing in fron to a stand of tall pines. The angle of the sun was such that the tops of the birches were lit up against the dark backdrop of the pines.
Some of the best work I've done isn't hanging on a wall; it's sitting in a box in my closet that's full of my old sketch books. I fill up one or two books each year. Some of the sketches end up as a basis of a more formal work, but most don't. They’re more important to me as a pictorial diary and also as on-going training; learning to really see and to understand shape, light and color.
This blog is to share my sketches as well as my sketching experiences.