Painting Poetry of light and colour into my landscapes
Friday, January 25, 2013
Full moon sky on a winter night
Another quick oil sketch looking out of the window in the evening when the full moon started to rise and shine in her full glory.
The last glow
The last glow of the day. There is always a tender feel about this time of the year in winter season when the warm wash of the late sunlight is giving way to the cool shadow of the evening.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Friends of Riding Mountain National Park building
After the first painting I took shelter in the Friends of Riding Mountain National Park building to warm myself up and to have some food and drink. It just happened to be the Winter Day with the on going Occupying the Winter events. There I met Celes Davar who owns and operates Earth Rhythms, Inc. I started this painting across the street when the temperature plunged further down with blowing wind and snow. My oil paint started to freeze as well as my brush. I had to use palette knife to complete this painting. Celes came out to take pictures of me painting in such extreme weather and he also interviewed me regarding winter painting. Here is the recording of his interview .
Returned to Riding Mountain National Park on a cold cold winter morning !
It was absolutely a delightful experience to paint in Riding Mountain National Park today despite of the frigid weather with temperature plunging to 40 below with wind chill! Standing on Wasagaming Drive painting this view surrounded by absolute serenity, I could feel the joy pulsating through every muscle of my hand with brush and knife.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
At noon hour
A second oil sketch done today looking out of the window at noon hour when it was so sunny and bright outside.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Winter afternoon, sunny but cold
A quick oil sketch outdoor after work. It was so cold that oil paint started to freeze once it got exposed to the cold air.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
a Snowy winter night
Painted on the eve of a winter storm on the way to the Westman area with blowing snow and gust of wind.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
On the first morning of the new year from our front yard
It was a hoarfrost morning when I set up my easel outdoor to paint this first painting of mine for the new year.
Monday, December 31, 2012
A window view on the last morning of the year 2012
Standing by the window, painting on the last day of the year, I bid my silent goodbye to the year gone by.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
A winter wonderland from Balmoral Bay
The light was fading so quickly in the afternoon when I set up my easel to paint this view from our driveway in the afternoon.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
From our front yard on a hoarfrost morning
What can be more unearthly beautiful than a sunny hoarfrost winter morning ! Painted this view from our front yard.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
On a cold winter morning
Setting up my easel close to our living room window in the morning and painting this window view while listing to CBC Radio2 , I feel myself totally submerged into an entranced world .
Saturday, December 8, 2012
On an early winter morning
Pulling up the curtain of our bedroom window early in the morning, I set up my easel in a rush to try to capture the moment when the sun started to rise pouring its radiant light through the wintry early morning landscape outside.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Cloudy and snowy at the moment when the lights are being switched on
It was dark, cloudy, cold and snowy at 4 p.m when I set up my easel at the end of our driveway on Balmoral Bay. However, there was something indescribable about the cosy serenity of the view in front of me, spellbound by the beauty only winter could offer. Finishing my 16"x20" painting in an hour at around 5 p.m when all of a sudden the street lights were turning on transfiguring the whole mundane landscape into something bordering on divine.
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