Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Here are a few sketches I made recently.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Every Tuesday I meet with local Lutheran clergy to study the Bible text for the upcoming Sunday in preparation for our sermons. It's a good group I've come to trust and enjoy a lot. This week we were invited to the home of our mentor and guru, Ed Roe. Ed's a retired Lutheran pastor and he offers us printed resources, including some of his own sermons.
We met at noon today at Ed's house on Hood Canal, and I sat on a chair and made this watercolor before we had lunch and text study. The Olympic Mountains on the other side of Hood Canal loom mysteriously, shrouded in clouds that wrap around the peaks. I tried to capture that look in the watercolor.
Monday, June 14, 2010
I trespassed through a boatyard to get to a good place to sketch, and when the workmen showed up, they asked, "Can I help you?" Sort of a way of saying, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I'm making a sketch." They nodded, "Hmm," and went back to their work.
This marina is a wonderful place to sketch with all kinds of boats and docks and marine machinery to draw. As I worked, a couple of fisherman showed up and started working on the fishing boat on the railway. I chatted with them briefly as I left the dock. Reminded me of the days when I worked for Petersburg Shipwrights in Alaska.
Carl was a big-hearted, warm and generous person, and he knew lots of people throughout the diocese in his role at Canon for Stewardship. He died suddenly a couple of weeks ago, and lots of people are in shock. The cathedral was packed, showing how many people were touched by his life. We got there a little early and I made the sketch of the Cathedral above.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Early one morning I drove to Dash Point and found this driveway with lovely old firs towering over the drive and house. I'm not happy with the left side of the painting, but I like the right side, especially near the base of the big fir tree.
I painted in my car parked to the side of a small lane. Several people drove past on their way to work, scowling at the narrow opening in the lane beside my car. They looked pretty stressed. Relax and paint a watercolor!
A cheerful old gent came by and looked at my sketch. he said he'd been living on his boat for ten years there. "Don't know why I waited so long," he said. "I love it here. Except for bringing supplies down the dock and dealing with the rain and snow."
He told me a story about another man who lives aboard a boat. When he moved from his house to the boat, he brought his lawn mower down to the dock, took it out in the bay and ceremoniously pitched it overboard. "I'll never mow another lawn the rest of my life," he crowed.
This week I'm attending the College for Congregational Development in Federal Way. It's an intense eight-day program, and I need to get away every so often and clear my head. So each morning I've gotten up early and made a watercolor of something in the area. This is a view of Tyee Marina on Commencement Bay. This area is a funky, broken-down, post-industrial waterfront with sagging docks, crumbling concrete, aging buildings and other visual delights.
As I was working on this painting, a man came up and peered over my shoulder. He was a boat owner arriving early to work on his boat ("a never-ending project", he said). A retired art teacher, he suggested that I try the view from the dock behind me. "I'm glad to see someone still paints outside", he said.
"There's damn few of us left," I said.