One of the things that Karen Margulis talks about with her landscape paintings is adding “spice” at the end. In this case, I think I over did the spices. But it’s still a pleasing little study. Next time, either pink or turquoise, but not both! It’s likely to lead to indigestion!
Today’s small landscape started with a warm underpainting in red, orange and yellow. It really makes for a lively finish! So different in feeling from yesterday’s painting.
I liked the shape of the shadow underneath the eagle, how it formed a fulcrum at the bottom of the picture plane, with the head balanced forward and the tail feathers in the back.
Sometimes my creative life is like this bird, all balanced and everything coming together nicely. Sometimes it’s all out of kilter and I have to be patient until everything aligns properly again.
It’s hard to see the eaglets, but they’re there to the left of the parent.
This was a challenge to myself to mix up the colors. I should have switched the temperatures on the head and back from warm to cool, though. It’s a challenge keeping everything in mind at once!
Sleeping on the job
Does anyone think these eagle drawings are patriotic? I don’t think of them that way. I think of them as wonderful opportunities to paint something alive without having to run out and catch it.
This drawing is hilarious to me, because the eagle is sleeping, probably after being up all night with its kids. At first, I thought about waiting until it woke up to do a drawing, but then I thought, eagles are birds and birds are living things and all living things need to rest sometime. Particularly when the kids are young. Then you take your naps whenever and wherever you can get them.
Once one of the adults brought back a fresh fish to the nest and proceeded to tear off chunks to eat. Finally, the one sitting on the nest made a move toward the fish, and so the first one flew off to give his/her partner some eating room. Soon she/he began feeding the eaglets.
When they’re doing normal things like feeding their young or napping, I don’t think of them as a symbol of my country or of patriotism. Then they’re just doing the best they can the only way they know how. They’re like everybody else.