Monday was a wild stormy day at the head of the Amargosa Valley; the Bare Mountains leading south were mere backdrops for the sky.
I worked inside all day, and the tin roof of the Red Barn banged out great symphonies. But I got some work done. These are the two paintings I did a couple of days ago, tweaked to a possible finish:
Bonanza Mountain Backside, Facing West, 12 x 16, oil on board.
Bullfrog Mountain, 12 x 16″, oil on board.
The Bullfrog Mountains are where Shorty Harris made his first gold strike, and while other places now show greater evidence of mining, these volcanic cones are unique in their structure as well as their historic significance.
Did you know that davy’s gray and raw umber oil pigments carry enough blue that when mixed with titanium white they turn bluish? Well, now you know it — as I do, after wrestling with them for some time. Terre Verte, on the other hand, which looks very like davy’s gray, has no blue. So it’s good for creosote bushes and greasewood, while davy’s gray with a bit of T-white, works well for sage. I knew you all needed that information.
And this afternoon, another pleasure appeared: Sharon Richards, an internet acquaintance from Flagstaff, dropped by on her way to Carson City.
We had a lovely long chat, she gave me some beautiful small textile pieces, she went off on her own to check out the Open Air Museum and the Rhyolite ghost town, and when she returned, she and Jerry and I had Mexican food at the Ensenada. A good day, even if the wind was fixing to knock me down. –June