La fin du monde est à sept heures Annonçait le téléviseur La fin du monde est à sept heures La fin du monde est à sept heures On voit les signes avant-coureurs Les voisins ne se parlent plus On ne rigole plus dans la rue Les gens ne font que travailler Ils sont chanceux et occupés Le samedi, ils magasinent Avez-vous vu leur triste mine — Jean Leloup, “La fin du monde est à sept heures”
Painting done in direct watercolour, no lines, directly on watercolour paper, Saunders Waterford CP. So hard to do and so proud too. Wow! Never thought that I would be able to pull this off. All a question of values… value 2 for the mountains, value 4 for the strokes in the stone and value 5 for the shadows. Still so much to learn, but I am following a path…
There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort memory to spare, And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. — Neil Young, “Helpless” Canadian singer, songwriter extraordinaire. — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8LYOyqJE7k
The same landscape as the previous ones, but the elements of design are different, as in this case colours. Hot, fiery desert winds and sparks of light. In our sub-zero temperatures here in Quebec, it feels good to delve into a bit of warmth… once in a while.
I’m really starting to have fun with these “unreal” landscapes…. they are pushing me in another direction which I like. They are pushing me to throw in elements from my imagination into a landscape instead of painting what I see in front of me. As an urban sketcher I often see myself as a recorder, a gatherer of information, painting a memento of what lies in front of me, of the landscape or cityscape around me.
Je fais un rêve Chaque nuit le même Et dans ce rêve Tout est plus réel et plus terrestre Où je me vois tout en contrôle Aimer la vie, m’aimer aussi. — Daniel Bélanger, Dis tout sans rien dire.
In these Covid times, days pass and almost seem the same, for a fleeting moment. And then you sit down, and realize that the feelings are real and charged with the day’s differences. The colour of the sky, or the way the sun reflects on objects, the sun’s angle, the days getting longer, if you slept soundly or had vivid dreams, all of these elements affect us in different ways.
Sometimes an emotion carries you to another level in your painting… and this is what happened today. When I started painting this landscape, I was not sure what I wanted to do and I just let go. I told myself that the painting would be my guide. At the end of the painting, when I looked at it, it seemed not real… in another world. Well, perhaps that today, this is my state of mind, and my emotion. Direct painting in watercolour on Arches paper.
Paper: Arches Watercolour: direct painting, no lines.
In art, the journey outshines the destination. In art, mistakes are golden. — Painters’ Keys
I am presently following a class with Uma Kelkar and boy is it hard… and so gratifying at the same time. We are looking at how light bounces off objects and how it reflects, on shadows, cast shadows, etc. Here are two preliminary sketches that I did. I used Payne’s Grey on Strathmore paper.