Charcoal Outing
It's been a while since I have tried this.The vine charcoal crumbled as I pressed it against the page. Frustrations rose inside me. Impressions could only be made with the lightest of strokes.
Trunks And Vines II, vine charcoal on 12 x 9 watercolor paper That outing was an exercise in limitation. In my opinion, acrylic paint was more direct and immediate. My efforts that day were more of a caricature of nature...it was daunting. I was not ready for something so wispy and fragile. After applying patience and several deep breaths, I settled on suggestive marks. There was a wider range of values to work with, from a midnight dark to a whisper of gray.
An hour and a half later both workers were ready to move on. We loaded equipment up in the pickup and drove a back road through the countryside, looking for a place to set up.
Gibson's Horizon, vine charcoal on 9 x12 watercolor paper
We ended up on the edge of Jim Gibson's property. From that location one could view a stretch of rolling pastures and a blue sky dotted with white fluffy clouds.Grand shadows gazed over contoured beanfields, and slipped over the horizon beyond my line of sight. From our crest one could see a reeded pond and the groves beyond to the east, and the illuminated cut of the Country Club greens to the west. I wondered how Thomas Hart Benton described his skies. Did he make the blue areas a value of gray or did leave it white? Those limits in gray made me curious.
Gibson's Horizon II vine charcoal on 9 x 12
watercolor paper Right at the end I was starting to enjoy doing clouds. When 4 o'clock arrived I called it a day. We packed up our equipment and we went our separate ways.