There’s nothing better than your own private restaurant in a tiny hilltop village in Tuscany, than your own private chef!
Meet Chef Danilo!
The Energizer Bunny and Tuscan muse rolled up in one, Danilo picks the olives on the side of this hill town by hand. Yes! He climbs each tree with a ladder and shakes the olives free. Late in October, each tree is surrounded with a net and the shaking begins.
Olives are gathered into orange buckets and taken to the next village for pressing. When you come to Tuscany for Danilo’s pasta making class, you use olive oil ~ extra virgin ~ harvested from his trees.
Tuscan Cooking Lessons
No Italian cooking lesson would be complete without a Tuscan dinner party. And of course, Chianti.
Danilo’s private restaurant has a spectacular view of Florence! In the photo, you can see the restaurant windows with rounded awnings overlooking the western sky.
Inspiration for Painting!
No one goes home hungry from one of Danilo’s dinner parties. And no one goes home without an ample helping of creativity and inspiration!
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Watching the pros paint with an economy of brush strokes is an inspiring thing to behold. And like golf, it is proper etiquette to hush while they do their putting.
Not to disturb Carolyn’s inspiration, I kept my distance and quietly snapped a few photos while she puttered her way around the bronze woman in the garden. Notice how Carolyn’s form is similarly posed as her model?
Docents will be on hand to answer questions and help folks find the artists as they move their palettes from green to green, hoping to catch just right shot.
Since moving to “the river” in 2000, I have been trying to capture that shot myself ~ that ahaaaa! sigh one feels arriving at the river. What does that feeling look like on canvas? I believe each of us would see it differently. And so with this very special festival, we have a wonderful opportunity to meet the artists and inspire them in creating the first ever, Heart of the River Art Collection.
Putting Around and Discovering You CAN Fly
“Do you want to paint the marshland trails?” Carolyn asks, directing my attention back to the day’s activities.
Yes, but I already have my easel set up in the garden. I want to putt around with this tulip poplar. Just swing a few strokes to get loosened up. Like the putting green, painting a small canvas of a few buds on the tulip poplar got me back in the mode of thinking on the fly.
Thinking on the Fly
I hadn’t been out of the studio painting since returning from Tuscany over a year ago. I wasn’t sure I wanted to paint this day. Yet I let Carolyn coax me out of my winter doldrums.
Not wanting to carry a lot of paint, I squeezed out colors in the studio. Guessing at which colors I might need, this time of year a lot of earth tones and lavender.
I didn’t think about the possibility of finding something in bloom! Good thing I grabbed two tubes of red on my way out the door. Ruby Red and Cadmium Red Light gave me one warm and one cool ~ yet not the truly cold Rubine Lake of the blossoms on this tree.
“Do the best with what you have,” echoed the voice in my head. Keep it simple. “What do you really want to say?”
Taking Your Best Shot
I decided to take a shot at contrasting purple red with yellow gold, purple and yellow are opposite colors. In this case I would be softening them with earth tones.
I took my shot at a simple abstract branch shape to fill a small 8″ x 10″ canvas panel. My canvas was pre-toned with Gold Ochre primer. Without any white canvas to distract my eye, I started with the opposite lavender shape of the tree.
(Yes, I said lavender tree! Painting trains your eyes to see subtleties of grays. I chose to push these grays toward lavender to contrast with the earthy ochre yellows of the pine straw.)
Discovering that Something Within
I felt the sunlight. And the smell of the moist earth beneath my feet. The leaves crunched as I stepped back and forth to the easel. Sun dipping lower by the minute, colors of the flowers deepened. Since I didn’t have the Rubine Lake of the blossoms, I responded with the opposite adding more brilliant French Yellow Deep to my Gold Ochre.
Knowing when to stop is something you learn. Creative energy is meant to flow easily. When it starts to feel like a struggle, it’s time to quit. I picked up my easel and moved to another tee.
This is the first in a series, “Plein Air Painting in the New Golf” Follow it and other stories on The Painting Lesson.
Some painters want to finish the painting on site. Others prefer to take it back to the studio and putt around with the finishing touches. Still others would rather use plein air as a sketching opportunity.
“I don’t feel the need to finish it. Instead I would like to do several more studies in different times of day, morning light, or perhaps stronger light and shadow,” said Carolyn Dudley about her painting.
“When I look at it I can feel the fresh air and smell the earth in the garden. It takes me back to the exact moment I painted it. I like that! It’s complete the way it is.”
I agree with Carolyn, I relish in the time we spent together painting. I too chose not to tweak my color study in the studio. Still wondered about the simple abstract shape of the tree. So I did another larger experiment in the studio.
I was hoping to answer my earlier question, ‘so what do you want to say?’
I wanted to say how I felt about being coaxed out of the winter doldrums by Carolyn. I think this painting says it all. It’s the energy most artists get from the experience of slinging brushes of color at canvas. Exhilarating!
Thanks for coaxing my out of my shell! Let’s go again.
A wonderful weekend with my sister-in-law is still giving me smiles every time I think about our couple of days at the beach together. I don’t get to see her very often, yet she doesn’t feel far away at all.
I started this painting that weekend as we were watching the sun set. She wandered along the water’s edge, while dashed out a few notes on these flowers catching the last light. Then we went to dinner.
It’s been over 6 months ago, yet the warmth I felt there is still aglow. You can see it in the shapes and rhythm of the flowers and their shadows in this painting. To me the flowers feel like joyful dancers, as puppets in the sunlight playing with their shadows.
The title? It just came to me. I guess I finally let it in!