I'm fascinated by my Bainbridge estuary subject. I keep trying to paint it with loose, flowing colors. This is my sixth attempt, but watercolors are elusive. Previous attempts are here.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
It seems like it's been extra-busy lately. I've had three parishioners in the hospital, a flood in the sanctuary, a registration form to make for the clergy association, the usual bulletin and Sunday planning things, plus we're negotiating to buy new property. Today I finally got a break to get a cup of coffee at Starbucks, and I sketched this lanky student across from me.
Friday, November 23, 2012
On Thanksgiving morning, I drove into Stevenson to find a scene to paint. I came upon a subject I could hardly resist: a guy leaning into the engine compartment of his truck, right next to a deliciously dingy old trailer.
For Thanksgiving we drove to Stevenson, Washington (in the Columbia River Gorge) where Katy's sister Margo lives. Her house is up the hill from Stevenson, with a partial view to the cliffs of the Columbia Gorge. At sunset, I tried to capture the dark clouds streaming off the mountains above her house. I like the clouds, but the house kind of got lost at the bottom. But maybe that's okay.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Today I attended the funeral of Bob Espeseth at St. Mark's Episcopal Cathedral in Seattle. Bob is the husband of my colleague, Cynthia Espeseth, and died tragically a few weeks ago. The cathedral was full, and the liturgy was magnificent. Transcendent organ preludes by Bach, heartfelt tributes by two friends, a warm and personal sermon by Bishop Rickel, the consolation of the resurrection punctuated by holy communion, ending with Fanfare for the Common Man by Aaron Copeland that grabbed us and shook us to our roots as we stood there unable to leave. Most poignant: his daughter carrying the box with his ashes, with his distinctive hat sitting on top. Made this sketch of the cathedral before the service and colored it later.
The ink sketch:
Friday, November 16, 2012
A few weeks ago I was poking around Bainbridge Island and explored a small estuary near Lynnwood Center. It's a small inlet from the ocean, surrounded by reeds, grasses, and trees, a serene little place. I took a photo (below) and tried to capture the misty colors and shapes in several renditions.
My first attempt.
Here's the photos
Thursday, November 15, 2012
I enjoy making pastoral calls because it connects me with wonderful people. But often it's difficult actually getting in to see the person I'm visiting. Yesterday I went to Northwoods Rehab to visit Marge, but she was busy with her physical therapist in the therapy room. While I waited outside, I made this sketch of the construction workers who are building an addition to Northwoods. It was after 4:00, and I could see the fatigue in the workers as they finished up for the day.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
On Friday and Saturday I attended the annual convention of the Diocese of Olympia. I always have a hard time sitting on a chair for hours and listening to people talk. My butt gets tired and my mind wanders. So I sketch the people around me, and it keeps half my mind occupied so that with the other half I can hear the presentations. Here are the sketches I came up with.
A wise Episcopalian.
A thoughtful Episcopalian.
A bunch of Episcopalians.
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Today I went to Seattle to preside and preach at two Eucharists in front of the cameras at KING-TV studios. The Eucharists will be aired November 18 and 25. On the way over, I sketched these two guys in the cafeteria on the ferry.
Monday, November 05, 2012
It seems to me that Bainbridge Island is full of visual delights. All the houses are surrounded by trees and interesting landscape features. I could paint all day there.
This fall, I'm taking a class on the Enneagram from Bev Gaines and Martha Middleton. I'm finding the content of the class fascinating because I'm learning more about human nature, what makes us tick. The Enneagram descriptions of personality types are so true to life, and I can always come up with lots of examples in people I've encountered. In addition, it helps me understand myself better, and how I can become more fully human, more myself.
Today after my class, I made a watercolor of this house on Wood Ave., not far from downtown Bainbridge.