One more painting of Croisan Creek Trail. This time after bit of snow.
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One more painting of Croisan Creek Trail. This time after bit of snow.
Walking home from a morning walk in the woods we looked up the hill towards our house into magical morning light. I’ve done my best to capture that light in this pair of paintings.
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We walked Croisan Scenic Trail all this winter, rain, snow, or shine. It is beautiful in the snow.
Another painting based on the empty nest I found in our yard.
Driving out of Segovia’s old town ends with a spectacular view of the aqueduct. Driving out on a rainy night, is like driving into an impressionist painting of the aquaduct.
Another Italian painting, this time of Lucca. The view is from a window in yet a fourth tower. I will have to paint the tower we climbed. The oak trees growing from it’s roof give it a surreal feel.
When we Armitages travel, we climb things–towers, monuments, mountains, cathedrals, arches– we generally go up for the purpose of looking down. We are never disappointed. We weren’t disappointed in Milan. But the Milan Cathedral rooftop is different. The rooftop itself is an amazing place to be. It would be an amazing place were it on the ground floor. Here is my first painting of the marble forest that lives atop the Milan Duomo.
Another painting taken from our trip to Europe last summer. This charming little street is close to Nortre Dame, but at least a little off the beaten path. Like many of the streets in the area, it curves charmingly.
I poured this painting in much the same manner as July in Florence. The process is much like batik and leads to clear color passages that make buildings glow.
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Old town Florence streets are shaded lanes so narrow they almost feel like tunnels running at irregular angles to each other. The view at the end of the tunnel is often as not another narrow lane cutting the street off at not quite a right angle. But here there the streets open into plazas with startling sunny views of churches, cathedrals, bridges, train stations and castles. Walking from our apartment, the Duomo complex burst upon us in much the same way–the light at the end of the tunnel.
Another poured watercolor painting, a process much like batik.
This is my first painting of my brand new rental toy, the saxophone. Actually, my sax is far from new, but for my purposes, it’s just fine. I’ve paired it with what is turning out to be most painted instrument, the clarinet. The clarinet itself is hard to compose with because it’s so long and skinny. It isn’t metal, it’s lacquered wood; so it does have the shine that drew me to painting instruments in the first place. But it’s black body is the perfect foil for brass. So here it is as co-star to the sax.
The painting’s name is thanks to my best friend and critique, who also lent me her daughter’s clarinet. So I owe a double thanks to Terrie for this one.
Painted on cradled aquabord. May be framed or hung as is.