Carolyn’s card for the PWS Christmas card swap on the weekend is the culmination of all those images painted before Christmas. Though not quite the large scale painting I once had in mind, this is still a good effort considering how I exhausted the subject! Oddly, one of the topics of conversation at the party was how some artists recommend painting a subject two, ten, 120 times! Well, I quit (for now) at whatever number this is, pleased with the way it turned out. Judy was pleased too: she drew my card.
The Peace Watercolour Society has been enjoying a Christmas get-together for decades. It involves a yummy potluck supper, a good discussion of all things watercolour, and a card exchange. That way, not only are we inspired to paint a card, we get an original watercolour from one of our peers!
This year Judy’s card was inspired by a local scene, the Spirit River itself. The deep blues of the shadowy riverbed look peaceful and mysterious. Whose tracks are those? What goes on down there where nobody goes?
The Peace River rarely freezes over anymore. Instead, large pancakes of ice lazily swirl downstream. Only when you are right above them can you see how fast they are really going, and hear the shushing noises of slush meeting slush. This is Dunvegan Bridge on the Peace River, painted from a photo taken early this year.
When the boxes of Christmas decorations pile up so high at the Lodge we can’t see our paintings bulletin board, it is time to start painting Christmas cards! If the ladies want to send them, they must be painted. These are all Carolyn’s demos because the Lodge painters took theirs home.
Just outside the windows where we paint at the lodge there is a mountain ash tree. In the fall and early winter it is covered in bright red berries (and sometimes gobs of snow). Then two weeks ago a hoard of waxwings came and took all the berries. Gone are the bright berries… except for the ones captured forever in our paintings, ha ha!
Judy’s bright frosty painting of cattails in the winter sunshine is full of warmth, the kind you can only appreciate on a crisp winter morning. The sharp blades of frost crystals contrast with the softness of tightly packed fuzz. Their presence tells of the stillness in the winter air.
Judy’s painting Backyard Beauty was painted after our second load of snow in October. Now, mid-November, we have a few more feet of snow on the rooftops and the sky shows less chance of clearing. The beauty is undeniable, however much one has to shovel.