A sense of place

To Scarlett Thicket Farm. Chester County, Penna. Oil on panel, 7 by 5 inches. Sold.

People aren't interested in blueprints; they want to sense the painter's involvement and pleasure in the subject. . . . Paint a sense of place. — Paul Strisik

Things don't stay the same

Nothing stays the same. Even valleys, mountains and canyons are always changing — from billions of years to within a few seconds. So why do we want to describe what we literally see before our eyes? Even visual documentary historians like Ken Burns take some creative liberties to present their stories and yet they are contextual and true. I recall reading somewhere online when someone asked Picasso if he considered his works realism, and his answer was yes. I think he said more than just yes, but I do not remember the source. Anyway, the point is this, what we see before our eyes are always changing. If not by natural forces or ageing, then by our emotional responses to what we see, feel and hear at the moment. Each moment is always different from the previous moment. Things don't stay the same. Sometimes in a blink of an eye, you could miss an entire story.

The Woodshed at Kuerner Farm

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Could you be my neighbour?

Back at the Kuerner Farm to continue with my plein air study of the woodshed. Although this was an 8-week workshop hosted by Karl Kuerner, I wanted to also use it as an opportunity to take more notes for the larger studio painting. I was hoping that the structure would have an exotic sounding name, but it was just, woodshed. Utilitarian, but this is not just any old woodshed, this is the Kuerner woodshed. Yes, splitting hair.

The Things You Can See Only When You Slow Down

A sense of place

Things don't stay the same

The Woodshed at Kuerner Farm