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Jul 23, 2014
Media: Oil Sketch on Ampersand Gesso Panel
Size: 4x6 in
The next morning, I explored up the Lake Fork and
eventually ended up at 11,500' at American Basin. To get there I had to pass along the scariest
two-mile stretch of road I've ever driven; a single-lane track cut from
mountains-cliffs on the right and shelving off down into a river gorge on the
left so deep and narrow the water remained unseen below; I had to keep my eyes
on the track ahead, but I kept wanting to look to the left and down. After 2 miles the cleft broadened out into a
pleasant valley, with the river running through it before it plunged into the
gorge I'd just driven. The next morning
I rolled out of my sleeping bags at first light and as the first rays of the
Sun touched the mountain spires I began the little Oil Painting above. I was
struck be the morning shadow gradually moving down the western flank on the right,
as well as the cloud shadows. The russets
and ochres of the Autumn grasses and leafless bushes contrasted nicely with the
violets and blues shadowed areas. I don't
believe any of the snow on the mountain wall is a glacier, but certainly we are
in a glacial basin a remnant of at least the last Ice Age, if not at some time
since. A couple of months ago I
revisited the painting and glazed in some colour, strengthening the work
overall, but especially the shadows, and thus the contrast between the light
and shade. No imprimatura, and the pigments used were: Yellow Ochre, a touch or
two of Cadmium Orange, Venetian Red, a little Sap Green, Cobalt Blue, and
Cremnitz & Titanium Whites.
The next morning, I explored up the Lake Fork and
eventually ended up at 11,500' at American Basin. To get there I had to pass along the scariest
two-mile stretch of road I've ever driven; a single-lane track cut from
mountains-cliffs on the right and shelving off down into a river gorge on the
left so deep and narrow the water remained unseen below; I had to keep my eyes
on the track ahead, but I kept wanting to look to the left and down. After 2 miles the cleft broadened out into a
pleasant valley, with the river running through it before it plunged into the
gorge I'd just driven. The next morning
I rolled out of my sleeping bags at first light and as the first rays of the
Sun touched the mountain spires I began the little Oil Painting above. I was
struck be the morning shadow gradually moving down the western flank on the right,
as well as the cloud shadows. The russets
and ochres of the Autumn grasses and leafless bushes contrasted nicely with the
violets and blues shadowed areas. I don't
believe any of the snow on the mountain wall is a glacier, but certainly we are
in a glacial basin a remnant of at least the last Ice Age, if not at some time
since. A couple of months ago I
revisited the painting and glazed in some colour, strengthening the work
overall, but especially the shadows, and thus the contrast between the light
and shade. No imprimatura, and the pigments used were: Yellow Ochre, a touch or
two of Cadmium Orange, Venetian Red, a little Sap Green, Cobalt Blue, and
Cremnitz & Titanium Whites.
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