I recently returned from an amazing experience with a new awareness. I suppose you could say I went to "art camp", but it was so much more. I'd been getting flyers annually for many years from Art New England (ANE), advertising their summer workshop schedule at beautiful Bennington College in Bennington Vermont. And I always thought it looked wonderful and wondered who attended these intensive classes. I don't know why it took me so long to realize that I could be one of those people. But here I am, in this photo below, oil painting plein air on the Bennington College campus in a pic secretly taken by one of my classmates on her phone. (I'm lefthanded, so I can only assume that when this pic was taken, I was using my right hand to rub out a charcoal drawing that was less than successful.)
In my younger days, I had been an avid painter with oils, but I hadn't used them for decades. I bought acrylics and experimented (and of course as an educator, I used lots of tempera), but I never quite felt the same way about acrylics as I had about oils, and only used them sporadically. With oils, I had loved the mess, the smell, the luminosity of the color, and the ability to move the paint around.
The truth is, for my whole life my priority was to make art, but I didn't always want to be a teacher. Somehow, it's something that just sort of happened, based on parent advice and college choice. I was always a strong student academically, so I was ready for a science/math-related career if colleges didn't accept my art portfolio. But my portfolio was accepted, and then an academic quirk helped me to make my choice. The art ed program at SUNY New Paltz (at that time, actually, it was SUC of NY, not SUNY; a college, not a university. But I digress) was a BS degree, with a double major in fine art and education. For some reason, since it was a BS degree and not a BA, there was NO FOREIGN LANGUAGE REQUIREMENT. Attempting to learn French was my academic kryptonite. I just couldn't do it. So the education program was my logical choice, and I therefore entered teaching through this rather odd bit of decision-making. Now, of course, I can't imagine if I had chosen any other career path. But I also never stopped needing to make art.
Anyhow, back to ANE. I decided to go, and as you saw in the photo above, I picked a workshop that would have me using oil paint, and keep me outside in the glorious summer sunshine: Landscape Painting. I signed up, and looked at the supply list in panic. My 30+ year old oil paints were mostly unusable, and I was starting from scratch. Hundreds of dollars later, I was the proud owner of a pristine French easel for outdoor painting (possibly the coolest contraption imaginable; it is no longer pristine), a full range of oil paint colors, odorless mineral spirits, stand oil, a new staple gun for stretching canvas, and enough stretchers for more than a dozen canvases. I spent the week prior to the class stretching, gessoing, sanding, and gessoing some more. (I discovered later that most of my classmates had purchased pre-stretched/prepared canvases, or prepared panels. I was the only one that had done the stretch and gesso ritual!) Then I packed my car full of canvases and paints and easel and mini grocery cart and headed on my adventure. I was feeling pretty overwhelmed.
On Sunday night I met the class and teacher (there were 6 different classes for this week, and another two weeks of more ANE classes subsequent to this week), and he outlined our agenda for us. He suggested, for those of us not sure where to start, a limited palette of ultramarine blue, yellow ochre, burnt sienna, black, and white, and that's what I used for my first painting on Monday morning, here:
In the afternoon, rain threatened so we stayed close to our studios, which were separate from the Visual Arts building and the studios there. Below you can see our studios , outside and inside, on the final day. They were basically a bank of garages; very convenient for rolling your equipment in and out, and conveniently located for evening painting. Each bay was set up for two students. See the building right behind the studios? That was our dorm, just a quick walk late at night!
And here they are at night. We were often in the studios at night, whether painting, or toning canvases, or cleaning brushes and palettes.
On that first overcast and sometimes rainy afternoon, I painted from under the eaves of the library. Below, my painting is partway done, when I still sort of liked it. I'm not satisfied with the final outcome.
Anyhow - The sun came out the next morning, and we headed to a lovely location on the campus. I chose a spot with vines growing on a crumbling brick wall. I painted on a canvas toned with an ochre. Honestly? I had never done an oil painting on toned canvas before, and now I doubt that I will ever again paint WITHOUT first toning my canvas! I loved having the color of the canvas play a part in the final work.
We moved to another lovely campus location in the afternoon, and again, I was happier with my morning painting than my afternoon painting. The pond is all wrong and I plan to re-work it.
The third morning, on campus, I painted a stand of colorful flowers and while there's a lot wrong with the painting, suddenly I felt like I was starting to hit my stride and feel some confidence; I think the vibrant colors of the flowers reawakened me. Plus I discovered I was generally more interested in painting intimate settings than scenic vistas.
For the next day-and-a-half, our class painted on the grounds of the beautiful Park-McCullough Historic House in North Bennington. For more info about the Park-McCullough House click HERE!) Again, we painters with our grocery carts and oil paints and easels were welcomed, as the students in a music summer camp played music and romped on the grounds. There was so much to see here; so many alternatives for painting locations. For my first painting on the grounds, I found a wacky statue near a garden. I still plan to brighten the sunlight on the statue, and work more on the negative space of the painting.
After dinner, some of us noted the rosy gold early evening sunlight, and headed back to the studios. A couple of us set up right outside the studios and painted the lovely glow on the stand of nearby trees. I did no pre-drawing, due to waning sunlight, which was really fun! I want to re-visit the road, but otherwise I doubt I will change the painting.
We returned to Park-McCullough in the morning. I had picked out a location the prior afternoon, but when I realized how different the morning light was, I scouted another location. I discovered this greenhouse, still shady and cool. I asked permission and was welcomed to set up my easel and paints inside. I worked on a canvas toned with ultramarine blue, and did my pre-drawing in charcoal, looking up toward the ceiling. The gray lines in the ceiling of my painting? They are actually the charcoal lines on the toned canvas! When painting plein air with limited time, you need to find ways to get done, and my teacher suggested leaving the charcoal lines. It stayed cool and pleasant in the greenhouse until about a half hour before I stopped painting. Then the sunlight streamed in and it turned into.... a hothouse!!
Back to campus on the final day, with changeable skies, impending heat and humidity, and a tired body, I struggled to figure out where to paint until I happened onto a patio of the library and discovered this strange long window. You can't really tell from this poorly exposed photo, but there was gorgeous stretch of sky with a yellow glow at the horizon in the landscape seen through the window. I parked myself on the patio where there was ready cover from rain, and spent most of the day there, mostly myself, doing this painting.
- First of all, I've got 12 wonderful new friends (including a kind and intelligent instructor), with diverse backgrounds and painting experience, who will honestly critique my work and support my artistic endeavors. There were no "attitudes" in the class; we all got along great and supported each other. I learned as much from them as from the instructor.
- Second, I will now have a plein air buddy; a gal in my class who lives less than an hour away. We plan to meet periodically to paint.
- Third, my "art brain" has totally been turned on. Everywhere I walked on the campus by week's end, and everywhere I've gone since, I'm seeing patterns of dappled light, and compositions and possibilities for future paintings, as in the photos below. It's very exciting; there's a been a change in my brain. If I return to ANE next year (and I hope that I do), you can bet I'll be painting this "papa bear, mama bear, and baby bear" trio of fire hydrants!
- Fourth, I discovered that I still love oil paint, and color, and I still WANT to paint. And I feel I have more of a focus: I discovered I love to search for the unusual, and possibly humorous or quirky things to paint, whether landscapes or still lifes or whatever they might be.
- Fifth, I learned so much and I have so much to learn. For example, I need to pay more attention to value and color temperature. I need to remember to get down to the essence of my subject. I'm not trying to create a photograph. There is a special elegance to the economy of a simple, meaningful well-placed brush stroke. "The elegance of economy" - I like that!!
- And finally, I discovered the confidence in knowing I can do this! From the physicality of dragging a cart of materials up a hill or through the woods, to the know-how for setting up a French easel and managing materials on location, I know I can do it.
Have you ever had a profound art-making experience?