Monica's Mists and her frame

Started last winter, this sat unfinished, clipped to a huge backing board and behind the door, for months while my wrist healed. I took it out to finish and check my grip on the pastels and slowly built up final layers over two or three weeks. It is from a photo in my files that I took in early Spring, the light pink area is a huge mound of ice taking its time to melt; the water temperature was still low and there is a massive amount of ice built up from the mist.

The inspiration for the painting is a frame. And winter studio time. Right from the start I planned to give it to Monica for her birthday, it took about 6 extra months, but she has it now. I thought it was huge, but when I delivered it to her new Fillmore Street studio it seemed to shrink on the massive white walls. She planned on bringing it her home, where it will get big again.

The frame was originally Monica's, gold with a white mat and a reddish inner mat and fancy corner detail, so I had it a looong time before I found the right image of the Falls to suit the frame and the colors. I was also hampered by knowing what colors she lives with. Truly a backwards way to work is to start with a frame and make a painting suit it. This is my only painting that includes this much of the park area and both Falls.

Mounds of Mist 20x32, pastel

A tiny portable paintbox works fine in the car.

 Years ago, I was given an old 'Beginners Paint Box' with some dried up paints. It had been purchased used at a garage sale for a dollar or so. It sat in my studio all this time, more as a memento of the person who gave it to me than as a useful art product.

Recently I was researching the purchase of an artist's pochade, which is a very useful travel box with lots of gadget type aspects. I had a few new sample paints, a couple of short brushes and a teeny jar for some medium and so I tried out this teeny box. The little plastic cap on the medium in the photo is smaller than a quarter. Altogether, the box is 6x9 and less than two inches tall so it fits under the car seat or in most purses. 

I painted this oil parked at Eagle Overlook on Grand Island, looking over towards Navy Island and the industry near Niagara Falls. I pushed my seat all the way back, leaned on the steering wheel, and propped it on the dashboard for a 'longer view'. With the sun shining the car stayed pretty warm, it was about 11 degrees out and two iceboats were consistently sweeping the ice away from the massive New York Power Authority intakes, seen on the right side.

I came home thrilled to have been painting outdoors, ready for this most frigid winter to end and Spring to bloom.

'Icebreakers on the Niagara' 5x7 oil on board

Painted Anthuriums

  Can't wait to go paint outdoors? Join me on Thursday mornings in South Buffalo.

 Buffalo's Botanical Garden has the most amazing displays as the plants react to longer days and warmer sunlight. The cactus are pushing flowers, the koi are more active, orchids scream gorgeous and all the freshly trimmed trees are putting out new branches.

This set up is with my new Guerilla Painter artist box, it is so versatile and lightweight, my first use of it  here was a joy! I will write about it soon.

'Anthurium Spring' 9x12 oil c. K. Schifano

Waiting for a Better Answer

Early June heralds the third annual Plein Air Competition in the Finger Lakes, hosted in Canandaigua. These three lovelies went into my application. Results are in, I am selected as an alternate, one of two, I believe. Certainly not hoping for another artist to have a calamity, but rather a conflict. This event is something I REALLY want to do, it is three days of art and artists, a quick draw and a show of all the work completed. Of all the applicants, 40 were chosen. I would hate to be the 'first loser'.

Roiling 12x16 pastel

Rocks at Bog Falls, 9.5x12.5 pastel

Solstice Sun on the Flume, 12.5x9.5 pastel

Snow Day from the Studio Window

 We have planted a variety of evergreens since building this house, some blue, green, droopy, in sets of three, short, fluffy, flat and one that is really spiky. Although many were planted around the same time, they are all different sizes. Three trees from the same grower and put in three different places are just that, different. One in the woods lingered a long and slow death as trees stole the sunlight and deep shade combined with clay soil finished it off. The second is on the edge of the wooded area, as long as big branches nearby are pruned, it grows slowly. This is the third, on the property border, open to light and admiration, anchoring a favorite garden with flowers and color from Spring to Fall. It is as tall as the second story roof next door and is part of my studio view, prominent in the winter. Something about nature and nurture belongs here.

After 6 months without pastel painting I was thrilled to try out my healed hand on this. Unfortunately, using pastels will be a part time experience for me as this, combined with some colored pencil work brought back the pain. THe right side shows some large handmade and favored pastels I used on the tree and snow. Still my first love, I will carefully plan and spread out the time I put into the next few paintings with pastels. Oils are another story, I hold the brushes with different muscles. Anyway, this was fun to do, I hung it on the studio door.

Blue Spruce, pastel 22x6