“Heathwood, Spring Morning”, oil, 8 x 10”, © Mary Bentz Gilkerson
Early morning spring light looking out over the fields surrounding Heathwood Hall.
Thoreau said, “One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in.”
“Heathwood Fields, Morning Haze”, oil, 8 x 10”, © Mary Bentz Gilkerson
Morning haze blended with the smoke from a controlled burn to create perfect diffused light.
A cool but beautiful day to be painting outside with artist friends and a great group of high school students at Heathwood Hall.
“Heathwood Fields, Early Morning”, oil, 6 x 8”, © Mary Bentz Gilkerson
I’ve spent the week painting with a group of Heathwood Hall high school students this week, pure pleasure!
We focused on painting the landscape outside with a painting in the morning, turn the easel at lunch, and a painting in the afternoon.
Paintings tell stories. Even when they’re not narratives.
I know that sounds odd coming from someone whose main subject is landscape, but here’s what I mean.
I’ve had a small stash of my daily paintings pulled out for the last month as I get my piece ready for Art Fields…
I painted this standing in the field back in November when the fall color on the leaves was at it’s peak. It’s as if the natural world goes into color overdrive in preparation for the winter’s rest. It was a warm day with lots of changes in the cloud patterns and...
“Early Fall Afternoon”, oil, 6 x 8”, © Mary Bentz Gilkerson
Fall is my absolute favorite time of year to paint outside. The light is spectacular and the…
“Fields in Fall Light”, oil, 5 x 7”, © Mary Bentz Gilkerson
Low angled fall light hits the fields along Minervaville with raking, warm light.
This may be my favorite time of year. I probably say that about every time of year, but I’m really in love with the red-orange hue that covers the world at this time of year.
“Minervaville Road, Fall Shadows”, oil, 6 x 8″, © Mary Bentz Gilkerson
The clear light of fall afternoons creates strong patterns of light and dark …
A warm fall day means mist rising off the ground as soon as the sun goes down. Wisps and waves of mist float across open fields and pastures overtaking everything in its path. They seem to meander every which way. When I was a child, those mists were scary things, the...
The last of the light along Minervaville Road on a late summer/early fall evening. Bands of distant storm clouds catch the last of the sun. The deep blue greens of high summer are giving way to the warm greens that signal the change of seasons. Before long color will...