Painting and Drawing in Italy

cathedral    Serravalle                                                                                      acrylic on canvas 12″ x 16″ 2015

Our group was made up of five students and one teacher, Eva Bovenzi. John, Eva’s husband came too. We met 40 miles outside of Venice, in Vittorio Veneto, Treviso. We stayed at Palazzo Galletti. Built in the 14th century, the little palazzo was on a quiet cobblestone street in Serravalle, the ancient part of town. We worked for 8 days in Alma Ortolan’s downstairs studio. Besides restoring frescoes, she gives her own workshops in fresco technique. After breakfast, our group would meet for an image presentation. Then, we went off in different directions to sketch. After lunch we worked in the studio, which was followed by a critique and dinner. My small suitcase on rollers, was filled with art supplies. I packed two 12” x 16” boards which were used as support for presized canvas that  wrapped around the board and was tacked with artist’s tape. I took sketchpads, drawing materials, tubes of acrylic paint, brushes, a palette, rags, water container and a backpack to carry my art supplies when I went out sketching. Completed rolled paintings fit diagonally into my suitcase when it was time to pack and go home.

Del Carmine Madonna

Taking watersoluble crayons and sketchpads, Arina and I walked through the quiet old town to sit in Chiesa di S. Giovanni Battista. Choosing the statue of Madonna del Carmine I sketched for more than an hour while listening to my friend happily humming as she sketched sunlight touching a column.

Woods Serravalle

 

dog ItalyThe next morning, I walked up behind the houses into the trees. While I was sitting on the ground sketching, one of the locals walked into my view. Stooping down he filled his straw basket with raw walnuts. His black and white dog kept running up to me bringing me a stick to throw. Thinking of Cezanne and loving the background color coming from behind the tree I walked back to the studio.

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After a few well-intentioned strokes my new painting took on a mind of it’s own.

Puppies And Poems

Cody With CowCody is an English Cream Golden Retriever who lives in England with my daughter and her family. For three weeks I stayed at their home and babysat this cute puppy. Wondering what I was going to do with myself while I took care of him, I gave myself an assignment: Learn how to draw a dog. Besides sketching, I wrote some prose and a few poems. Maybe there is an Artists’ book in the making. I have the images and the words. The next step is figuring out a structural form for a book. Then, do it!

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Happy Easter !

Happy Easter

Happy Easter

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Baby steps to a better digital interpretation of a sketch on white paper using an iphone camera.

After years of being away I went back to Photoshop Elements 6 and tried to remember  what to do.

To all of you  who came to my rescue last time. Thank you. I’ve just started trying out your suggestions.

Here is a first jab at it. The image above this text shows how the phone adjusted the image. The other two were edited in Photoshop.

Happy Easter!

Carla

 

 

 

When Birds Are Still – Drawing

 

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I found this little woodpecker outside the bedroom window. He didn’t see the glass. Carefully picking him up I stroked  his tiny body, then lay him on a napkin. For a couple of days I’d come by, say hello and lovingly sketch him.  I gave him back to nature by placing him under one of the tall pine trees down by the the creek.

 

 

 

How Do I Paint a Tree ? Sierra Nevada Mountain Range

 

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We stopped on the way for In-N-Out Burgers

Fries and orders of strawberry milkshakes

Manmade shapes turned into nature’s biomorphic forms

As we climbed to a little under 7,000 feet

 

We baked french bread at this elevation

And didn’t make adjustments to the recipe

 

Straightening our limbs we step out of the car

First, just quickly go look at the pond!

Oh, look at the quivering yellow leaves on the Aspen tree!

 

Down by the creek’s edge, I look up

Past cottonwood trees at the water’s edge

I see a little fir Christmas tree tucked in

Between the tall green Jeffrey pines.