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IN preperation for the up coming watercolor workshop in Baja, I did these 8 studies. I just ran around the property here at GreenGate Farm and took photos of interesting high-contrast shots, chose my faves and then did quick pencil sketches, about 5 minutes apiece, then the water color in two phases. Total time per study is about 20 minutes.
It’s all about light and dark shapes in composition. The detail is not really that important.
Dear Blog Readers-
You know, better than most, that I love to do art while traveling; and a big part of the Joy derived from doing that is sharing those experiences with you in this blog. And now I would like to share that experience with you in person.
You have been my closest confidants as I live my most inspired dream: To do art and travel, and travel while doing art. You who are familiar with these postings are the closest to knowing my inner world as I experience the outer, and I consider that a special relationship.
It’s literally difficult to contain my excitement sometimes, and that is how I feel right now as I plan this week-long Watercolor Retreat in Baja, Mexico at the end of….this March. March 16-March 22 , to be exact.
It’s an incredibly beautiful location called Playa El Coyote, right next to the Sea of Cortez, about 90 minutes North of Loreto, at my friend Reed Nichelson’s retreat center, Luna Nueva. This has been his dream for years.
And now….our dreams come together, for the 1st full retreat at his center. An auspicious moment For beginnings are often oddly potent: Like the opening night of a long rehearsed play, or the origin story of a hero, or Love’s first blush.
What I am saying is that there will be magic and serendipity, and bonding amidst a Carlos Castaneda-like natural setting mixed with nightly excursions to campfires and local barras y restaurantes con musica and dancing under more stars than you will ever see.
Oh, and the Sea…. and the seeing, every morning, with brush in hand, absorbing and rearranging the world’s design in still life and landscape. Light, composition, shape, color, value. It will be difficult to not surprise yourself in such a setting, with such a guide as I….who has taught students at every level for the past….15 years.
Anyway, there is so much more to say, and it would thrill me to do so if you but ask for more details. You can call or ping me.. 206-856-5363 moodysteffon@gmail.com
And check out this Video! Best, Steffon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8RKknXjrJE
Hello Dear Blog Readers! This is a post i sent about a month ago, which didn't send, so I am trying again. The show is now over and was an incredible success! I sold 19 oil paintings and the large mural as well, and will be publishing an art book based on the show that should be available by Sept. of 2025.
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I have been remiss in posting this summer as I’ve been wrapped up with creating 31 plein air oil paintings, which are currently being hung at the Vashon Center for the Arts for a solo gallery show called ICONIC VASHON. It opens this Friday, October 4th at 5pm. It will also include an 8’x28’ painting, which will be a reinterpretation of a mural I did 10 years ago on Vashon called “The Cravens”. I hope you get a chance to see the show!!!
Here’s a great video created by my amazingly talented daughter Louisa.
At the St. Louis Airport
The great thng about cellphones is that they immobilize humans so that you can more easily draw them. I think I have hundreds of drawings of people staring at cell phones. Ironically, I often draw to avoid looking at a cell phone myself when in a public space. Something that I don’t do often enough.
“More Drawing, less Scrolling”.
There’s a bumper sticker.
At the Atlanta Airport.
I flew out of St. Louis after a two week stay with my Mother.
I arrived in Balitmore yesterday, and have arisen this morning in lush farmland north of the city at my friend Steve Leventhal’s place. Birds chirp, sheep bleet and two bunnies play on the driveway. Pretty idyllic.
Here are some portraits I did of my brother Jason’s family. They were kind enough to pose for me. Portraits are tricky, for both the artist and the model. The model has to pose for awhile {I said it would be an hour, but it took two). And it’s a crap shoot whether the artist’s interpretation will flatter the model’s idea of themselves or not. And for the artist….capturing likenesses can be tricky. Even if you do get the likeness, is the painting any good? Does it have spirit and panache?
Panache is important to me. In fact, a portrait with panache is really what I am looking for over likeness. Most people judge portraits by likeness, but we have cameras for that. We have artists for panache.
Avery - The Ruler of Elves
The great thing about doing a portrait of someone is that you get one on one time with them. It was a delight to hang with my niece Avery and talk about world politics, and generational issues and writing, and her name, which translates: Ruler of Elves. After I finished the portrait I mentioned that I thought it looked like Joan of Arc, and she said that Joan of Arc was one of her heros. Success!
Tricky Nici
This was my second attempt painting my sister in law Nici, and I did it from a photo (surrender). Still, it has a nice warm feeling. I liked the first one that I did at our live sitting (below) but it was all panache and not much likeness.
Caleb the Stoic
My nephew Caleb was the first to volunteer, and was quite a trooper, because he was feeling under the weather (we later found out he had strep throat!). But this captures him. I like the quasi-anime feel, the mood, the sharpness of shape and stroke, while at the same time communicating a softness. He’s thinking of starting to model (fashion, etc). He’s got the look, and fantastic hair!
It was so great being able to hang with my brother’s family. I was hoping to get to portraits of brother Jason and Franky (niece) and Parker (nephew) but beyond scheduling logistics there are lots of other reasons to not to want to have your portrait done.
It’s like getting a haircut that will never grow out, you gotta really trust the stylist.
Quick sketches enroute at the SeaTac AirPort
From imagination landscape done while looking at the back of a seat on the airplane.
With Mom and Catalpa tree in backyard (i watched the tree being planted when I was a young’un).
St. Louis is my hometown. More accurately, Kirkwood, a suburb in West County. I come to visit my Mom and sister Nicole and brother Jason and his family. The trees and clouds are softer here. And the cicadas are like little winged red-eyed zombies, wandering about confused after being in the ground for a decade.
Drawing mom as she watches TV
No long verbal diatribe will accompany this post, as we have to go to my sister Nicole’s housewarming. But….more to come, I’m sure!
Hello dear blog reader! I am starting another month-long trip; this time in the U.S., going to St. Louis, Baltimore, NYC and Maine to visit famiy and friends. I hope you can join me! My first post of this journey will be the completion of this mural that I started last Fall.
Over the winter I completed a mural called “DogFish Bay” in Bill Austin’s garage. Bill is a near 90 year old mover and shaker in Poulsbo, who likes to see creative projects getting done. This was done on 4’x8’ plywood panels and reassembled/installed on the Longship Marine Building. It measures 14’x 24’ total.
It’s a historically ambiguous scene, spanning a range from the 1890s to 1950s, including a Mosquito Fleet ferry on the right, Evening Star Purse Seiner center (still in service) and the small, yet elegantly crafted Poulsbo boats (lower left).
Below is a video that tells and shows more. If reading from email. you probably have to go to the blog to see the video.
More murals loom in the future! One on Bainbridge Island and possibly another 2 in Poulsbo! Zoiks! I better make hay this summer. Best! Steffon
With very litle lead time I was asked if I wanted to do a show at the Vashon Hardware Store Gallery, a wondeful space that I have already had 3 shows at.
Luckily, I have piled up enough watercolors from my trips to Mexico and Colombia over the past few years to amount to about 15 paintings.
Please join me at this First Friday’s Gallery Walk on Vashon Island for a show that celebrates the beauty of the land, people and cultures South of the Border. I’ll be there by 5:30pm!
A week is a short time to fly to another part of the world, get set up, do some things, do some art, then pack up and leave again. Tomorrow is my last day, so I felt compelled to do a beach painting today. I don’t spend that much time on the beach, but when I do, people sure are friendly. It’s like a big gringo family down here. They have a reverence for the place. People come down decade upon decade. It’s a little tribe of retirees, mostly in camping rigs or sprinter vans. They stay for months at a time, but most leave around this time: Semana Santa, a big holiday in Mexico. The beaches become completely packed with tents. I hear it is quite the week-long fiesta, but it definitely changes the tenor of an otherwise peaceful spot.
Here is the drawing in preparation for the watercolor:
I’ll admit….at first I was bored with the scene. Another beach, with boats, and waves and palm trees and distant mountain. it’s sounds like I’m being sarcastic, but I’m actually not. Despite my lack of inspiration, I went ahead anyway and started the drawing. The proportions were wrong; I had no room for the curve of the beach that I wanted to include, so i erased and started over.
And as the drawing proceeded into the painting, that thing started to happen, where the common scene you have labeled as such starts to come alive with interest. The act of having to assemble it means really having to look, and reconstruct what is there before you. Details and relationships that are usually passed over have to be understood. You ally yourself with what is before you, and it is happy to reveal it’s secrets, but also keeps changing constantly, which keeps you on your toes.
I am sure there at least a thousand decisions that need to be made with each watercolor done. Art is a Series of Corrections I tell my students. And as the painting develops so does the appreciation for the place that I am looking at, and for the people that come here, and their dogs, and Thursday night at JCs, with the same two man band. And all the stories and intrigue and history. The depth of a place is not immediately understood.
It’s like going to a castle…..and saying “that’s a castle!”. But then a tour guide tells you the history of the castle, and it becomes much more than a castle. it becomes an incredibly rich tapestry of stories, which is what every place and every person inherently is: An incredibly rich tapestry of stories.
My last morning here and Reed is off fishing. The sun is full ablaze and the desert alive with bird sound, broken only by the occasional truck passing by on the the road below. There’s a distant radio…the dog shuffles on her sleeping mat and goes back to sleep. Time is different here.
Feliz Samana Santa!!
Mesa like mountains from the Sierra Grande range arise from the Sea of Cortez and I am staying right at their feet, looking up at the naked stone, crumpled with eons of seismic activity, dotted with cactus and caves, hideouts for goats and imagined outlaws.
Below is the drawing in preparation for a watercolor. If it was just a stand alone drawing I would push the values and the line hierarchy. I don’t expect you to know the term “Line hierarchy” - It is organizing line weight difference in a drawing so as to maximize spatial and compositional effect.
The resultant painting is posted below. Rush ahead if you must.
On the day I did this drawing, many other things occurred.: Encountering a pod of dolphins while fishing, watching Bill Gate’s yacht pull into the bay (complete with helicopter) and seeing the Space X rocket blaze across the sky. We had no idea what it was at the time. Quite otherwordly.
Days have been weirdly full in this fairly remote corner of the world. My friend Reed is remodeling a property here at Playa El Coyote with the intent of turning it into a glamping/retreat destination. He is well on his way to completion. He’s also an adventure guide: Fishing, paddle boarding, snorkeling, hiking. There is no couch potatoing going on at Luna Negra.
For instance, today we climbed the mountain that I painted. It is right out the back door. And wow, was that an adventure! No trail, just finding our way around boulders and cactus, and up chutes of rock. Dizzying heights. You had to have your wits about you. Much of the stone is amalgam, a fused combination of rocks, which makes for good hand holds….when it doesn’t come loose.
It was up and up and up, and an incredible view of the bay. Also, it was raining! Which is pretty rare here, but that helped abate the mid-day heat.
Getting down was just as difficult; finding a new route down a steep dried out water course. Some cuts and bruises acquired as boulder hopping fatigue set in. But it is such a satisfying feeling to be up in nature’s grill and not just seeing it from afar. Between the painting and the climbing, I will remember these mountains well.
Foot of a Desert Mountain at Playa El Burro
