Thanks to so many who helped us get here, my wife and I are back in the Pacific Northwest. We landed on Monday, and by Wednesday, we were out in the woods. It’s not hard to get to a forest around here. Many of the parks are so densely wooded you hardly know you’re near a town. Noble Park is new to us, so we have some nice exploring to do close to where we live. This scene was just a short walk from the parking lot via one of several trails.
I started the painting onsite. About 45 minutes into the session, it started to do that Oregon drizzle thing, so I quickly packed up the pastels and we headed back. (Only after I was mostly packed did I see the owl perched about 15 feet over my head, graciously refraining from anointing/bombing me down below!) A few hours later, I sat outside the place we’re staying and painted for another half hour…until it started raining for real. I finished painting in the dining room.
What a delight to be out in the cool woods once again! I love it.
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Introducing a new workshop focusing on using light, shadow and atmosphere in pastels.
I’ve spent the last several decades exploring some of the most mysterious places on the planet. These experiences have influenced my painting techniques as I’ve worked to capture and communicate the emotional impact of moving through these amazing landscapes, watching the weather unfold, coming around the corner to a view that takes one’s breath away.
In this 3-day workshop, we’ll discuss how to approach a new painting, what gives us that emotional pull to put color on the surface, and how we can communicate that to the viewer.
I’ll demonstrate how I go about it, and we’ll practice different techniques that probe the magic inherent in the landscape. The process itself is a combination of mystery and discovery.
By the end of the workshop, you’ll have at least one completed painting, and the beginnings of more.
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The “Help Mark Move the Studio” saleis currently in full swing, and continues until May 5th. I’m grateful to everyone who has contacted me and made a purchase! Wow! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m shipping more stuff out today!
What I realized, and finally articulated a few minutes ago, is that this experience has had an impact on me in more ways than one.
1) It’s helping defray the costs of moving, and it really does help us with the whole “food and shelter” thing!
2) It’s freeing up physical space that has been holding all this inventory.
3) It’s freeing up psychological space. I feel like I’m not just accumulating more of my own artwork, but that there is ROOM for more art, even in my psyche.
4) Knowing that someone resonates with my art is deeply satisfying, and having someone choose a painting or drawing creates a connection like no other.
These are irreplaceable experiences, and I’m grateful to be having them.
Where some songs come from, I don’t know. “Ordinary Afternoon” came to me from some unknown place when I was in my mid-twenties. It almost wrote itself. Back then, I had two cassette players and I did my best to sing the parts, bouncing tracks from one machine to the other. That low quality recording was all I had of it for years.
Fast forward to 2003. My wife had encouraged me to buy a 16-track digital recording station and I was finally able to do real multi-track recording. One week, while she was on a business trip, I spent several evenings laying down the guitar, the bass and each vocal.
I’m so focused when I do music; I don’t notice the passage of time. It was after midnight when I finally made the last tweaks to the levels and EQ and mixed it down. I remember listening to the final recording in full stereo on my headphones.
Somehow, after the last chord finished, I found myself in the darkened kitchen, headphones off, leaning on the counter with tears of gratitude streaming down my face. For the first time, the sounds of this song that had rung in my head over all these years were actually out there. I’d just heard them with my own ears.
Today, I decided to paint something reminiscent of the image that, for me, has accompanied this piece whenever I hear it. I hope you enjoy the music, the words, and the painting.
I’ve been wanting to get out and explore, to paint onsite outdoors, to move my body that loves to rack up miles on foot with a pack on my back. I came up with this idea of the “10K Steps Project.” The concept is simple:
Get outside and go somewhere, anywhere, nowhere–just go.
Do something creative at some point while you’re out there.
Take at least 10,000 steps before you walk back in your door.
I’ve been at this for less than a week, and the wanderings have been memorable already! Yesterday, my wife and I found ourselves at the foot of DanFengShan (Red Phoenix Mountain) about 7,000 steps into the 10,000. The light on the hill was just beautiful, and this overhanging outcrop inspired me, so while she headed home, I plopped down right there beside the road and got out my DIY plein air gear (see the picture, above).
While I tried to capture the shifting light in pastels, a few people passed by and commented. A group of middle aged ladies came down the road and stopped to see. We bantered a little in my broken Chinese. They liked what I had painted at that stage.
One of them stooped down to the pavement, picked up this battered, encrusted Taiwanese dollar coin that was lying there and placed it on my palette cover.
I burst out laughing with delight! I made a dollar! I just got paid to do something I love!
When I was done, I picked up the coin and tucked it into one of the cracks between the pieces of Styrofoam on my palette. It fits perfectly, just a bit higher than the foam so I can see it every time I open the lid.
The universe says “yes” in so many different ways. It’s a matter of perspective. Sometimes it takes a passerby to point it out.