Pasadena Adjacent

Life Lived on the Edge of Pasadena

Change of Medium

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Note the hand written “call Friday.” Of course I got called in for Monday and placed at the Alhambra Court House. Free parking which is a perk. The first ten names pulled included mine.  Then I got called onto the jury panel as #9. Court duty is always so inconvenient and yet interesting. The crime was described as one resulting in great bodily harm via a hook. And there would be gore.
Wearing an argyle sweater and sporting a modified pompadour, the defendant looked like a younger version of Tom Waits.  The judge asked us a series of questions by the number we were seated. The lawyers sat there taking notes on a piece of paper that delineated out our seating arrangement by way of squares. Among the potential jurors, english competency and alertness was in short supply. By the time the judge sifted through us, I thought I’d be serving by default. Again, I made it to the bitter end. Or until the prosecutor and defense we’re allowed to question us individually. And I was the first person the prosecutor went after. A point of pride. And when the lawyers were allowed to eject, I was the first person the prosecutor excused. Thing is, I’d make a good juror. God help those people on trial if this is an example of your peers. Hopefully they kept the younger ones (despite the fact that two of them were married to lawyers). That used to be a get out of jail card. Not any more.

So before I was called into the courtroom, I grabbed a seat by the window and got a sketch in. No camera’s are allowed into the building so you’ll have to trust my interpretation. This is the view from the top floor of the courthouse. The south side looking towards the Montebello Hills. If you should choose to enlarge the image, you’ll discover cat prints. Damn cats.

Watercolor #23 in 33 Years: Garfield Park

 

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En Plein Air Painting #23 on a Saturday morning. Two view points, one park, two dogs; Elwood (belonging to my cousin Dave) and Frankie (belonging to Barbara).

This should have been #22 but I was so uninspired by my start, that I allowed it to sit around and collect dust. Consider it the first in my loosing streak. Last Saturday was a visit to the South West Museum. Arriving late, I wondered the museum grounds, took photos and marveled at an excellent show of 20th century South West potters. Despite my brand new palette of Holbein paints, I didn’t even start a sketch. So what choice was there but to finish the Garfield Park painting.

[WARNING SHOP TALK] The painting came out much better then expected. Perhaps this was due to my new palette or because I was unattached to the outcome. Maybe both. The paints lather up with ease making it easier to get richer and more densely pigmented washes. As to structure, there is some serious wonky perspective at work. Like the Egyptians, I’ve  placed size and value on the same plane. The sycamore has a huge trunk, but in reality, it’s far back on the picture plane — but not in my world.  Causing the leaf crown to look like those DTLA sidewalk Ficus trees. Where the business owners chop off the crown and they grow back looking like lollypops. A deliberate choice was made to leave off the hanging foliage from the redwoods in the foreground. Hard since my inner editor doesn’t believe ‘less is more’ But with the high detail of the trash receptacle grounding the composition, it works. As does the way the two sides of the painting (divided by the sidewalk) integrate. Browns and purples on the left, greens and blues on the right.

Watercolor #22 in 33 Years: Arlington Gardens Spring

 

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En Plaine Air Painting #22 on a Saturday morning. This session took advantage of the springtime display at Arlington Gardens. I’ve done a painting of this garden before – and with better results. Of course you knew my string of successes wouldn’t last. I did. Maybe it was the exuberance of springtime? Or that I created the painting from a compilation of three different viewpoints (always dangerous). My inner editor has always had trouble with abundance. Those of refined taste understand the concept of more is less. Those of us who survive on less know that more is more. Best to keep around ‘more’ for a rainy day.

[WARNING SHOP TALK] This painting is a combination of good, bad and ugly. The good is that most of the painting was done on site. And if it were possible to crop out some elements, move things around a bit, we’d have good. That’s my goal: to complete a painting on site. Which requires that I loosen up and learn to edit (the genius of waterlogue – results in video). I’m just not sure what’s bad. Is bad just another way of saying ‘too much’? Like the Pepper (bush). Mr V really likes it. The object that looks like a blanket is an umbrella. Failed at getting that detail across – and don’t even get me started on the agave. Or the Gazebo. Barbara pointed out that the trees are not in fruit. I pointed out that I like my cliches. Including the palm – which is good.

If I were to do this painting again, it could be good. And since I just purchased over a 130 bucks on 9 tubes of watercolors (on sale) I might.

The recommended Holbein Watercolor palette of Pasadena’s Mr Watercolor Joseph Stoddard.

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