Inside my studio yesterday, June 14th.
This is what's on the easel. It's almost finished. It's an autobiographical painting based on memories of trips to Colorado when I was much younger. It is a composite of several trips to a favorite place of mine, Engineer Pass between Lake City and Ouray in the San Juan mountains in the southwestern part of the state. This is not a topographically accurate picture. Among several other things, I moved Mt. Sneffels several miles north of where it actually is. This is not actually true to events either. We would never hike over so high a pass. We always drove a jeep.
I haven't settled on a title yet. I was originally going to name it "Engineer Pass," but it's not an accurate depiction of the pass which would irritate some people. I will probably call it "The Mountain Pass" or "In the Mountains." And there is that old standby "untitled."
A group of hikers that included my dad on the left.
Here is my late father, who loved Colorado and loved the Rocky Mountains. He spent the happiest years of his life there.
This blob of paint will eventually be the much younger me. I would never take a drawing board to Engineer Pass. At 12,800 feet, the wind would be too strong and the air would be too thin. I'd be too busy gasping for breath and chasing my paper and pencils as they blow all over the alpine tundra.
Here are the mountains. If we saw a storm like this approaching, we'd get out our cameras and take pictures; and then scramble to get down the pass as quickly as possible before being stranded in a blizzard or hail storm.
Balthus meets Albert Bierstadt in this picture, and the two artists get into a fight.
As you can tell, I took these pictures myself.