The friendly owners of the new Darius Inn invited us out to see renovations. I am delighted to be part of the Art Gallery there. As the rooms weren't quite ready yet they put us up at the Blue Dory accross the Street which was all Victorian charm.
We are looking forward to staying at the Darius, in one of their suites with a kitchenette and a portch(!), which will have a very appealing Wes Anderson sort of (contemporary-retro??) decorative theme.
It was rainy and grey Saturday, but lovely to be there.
Brightened up Sunday and Monday.
As usual, - It all makes me wish there was more time to paint!
A sunny day cloud for a dark rainy day here in Rhode Island. I am not sure why its clouds I want to paint lately. I tried starting out a few bird sketches (to be in keeping with the below information which I wished to post) this morning: to no avail. I heard myself saying, outloud, "I just don't want to paint birds right now". It was clear as day so I let myself turn happily back to this painting I began yesterday. Oil on canvas, 40"x30".
I am glad to say I'll be participating again in Bird's of a Feather, Katherine Lovell's annual invitational art show. It will be held at her new studio in Tiverton, RI. The opening reception is Saturday eveing September 8, 6-9PM, I would love to see you there!
Here are the details: Birds of a Feather, Annual invitational Art Show, September 8-22, Kathrine lovell Studio & Gallery, The Mill Pond Shops, 3964 Main Rd. Tiverton, RI 02878
I am very excited about the prospect of doing a bit of plein air painting tomorrow morning at the Newport Art Museum's annual Wet Paint. It might turn out to be car painting depending on the weather. I'll bring this one along too. Its certainly wet. 20"x20", oil on canvas.
We had our first real camping trip with fire and marshmallows and it was terrific! Experienced friends of ours took us to George Washington campground in Chepatchet RI where you can drive right up to your site with lots of blankets and firewood (and drive back home from in a flash floods threatening downpour as we did last night). I really was lead through the woods by an enthusiatic little girl in red patent leather shoes; her two sisters, also in party dresses, trailed behind with our son examining and collecting caterpillars-it was like being in a fairy tale or a John Singer Sargent painting. (The static nature of the figure in my sketch is entirely inaccurate but the best I could muster from memory.)
I sketched in the shade while they all frolicked for hours at the lake. Next time I'll try painting a camp fire.