The view from the Basett station. Bill called it the bear claw, since the peeks kind of resembled such shape. It was a challenging painting, light was flattening everything out giving little hints of overall mass.
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We drove down from the mountain to Sierra Valley in hopes of some atmospheric views. There was a ranch in the distance, I ended up changing the view considerably, moving the trees here and there and simplifying the hills in the BG.Nate, Leanne and I packed up after the dinner one night and left to paint "the view" from Basett station. It was round two for us with the infamous "bear claw", again, very flat lighting since the sun was setting down behind the peaks. But it is a great exercise, painting the same view and noticing all the shifts in temperatures and values. Photo failed to capture the pastel colour of the sky, I think I should take a photography class lol.
First painting at the Upper Sardine lake. It was a wonderful morning, we hiked a short distance up the mountain and set up to paint. I turned around and saw this view, I did a quick thumbnail out of habit even though I know exactly how it will be framed, it was one of those moments when everything felt right.
Talk about struggle... This one started as a much bigger composition that included reflections of the hills. Bill saw it a chastised me for trying to include too much, especially since I did not care for reflections in the first place. I re-framed the painting, and pecked at it endlessly, adding more rocks, erasing them and so on until everyone left to a different site.
This was a really quick one, everyone was packing to go and I just had to note down what I was seeing. Setting sun is to the right, spilling light and washing out the side of the peak. I'll miss the views like this.
Last day, we ventured to Love's falls. Light was hitting the bottom of this waterfall and that was what drew me to this scene and the fact that Bill did same composition couple of days earlier lol
I met a cool couple at the camp, Jordan and his wife Louise along with their two adorable kids. We would sit and talk by the fire at night, telling stories of our past often ending in a laughter. The kids built a carton box house. I taught it would make for a good last painting at the camp. Light was raking down trough the tall redwoods that morning hitting the box, and the near-by ground. Looking at it now I see that the shadows are a bit too blue and high in value, sigh...
Thank you Bill, it was a fantastic experience, one which I will remember for a long time...









