Last August I was invited to paint at a street fair in Racine Wisconsin. I hoped it would be cooler up there by the Lake. It wasn’t. Still, It was all very festive and I shared a tent with another artist who was busy sculpting and a nearby artist was busy firing pottery. He needn’t have bothered to bring his kiln in my opinion but there it is.
This is the painting I started that day. I began with a wash of pink, which you can see peeking through the green here and there. Once I’d painted in the general shape of the stream it was just a matter of indicating layers of greenery. The far shore I softened with a blue-grey wash. That made the foreground pop. A young girl came up and looked hungrily at what I was doing so I handed her the brush and instructed her where to add some green dabs for foliage. She did great, and looked so delighted that it made my day.
Since then the painting has been languishing in my studio, waiting. Finally, now, I believe it is finished.
The rivers around here are depressing to me. Sluggish with mud, choked with brush, not a boulder in sight. I know I shouldn’t judge, but… One day I was walking along the Des Plaines River Trail and came across this little spur. It has been engineered like this, given a meander and some nice big rocks to trip over. It doesn’t fit here, in Illinois, but I like it. It reminds me of home.