Trium Plein Air Workshop

The beauty of the vineyards and hillsides was only briefly overshadowed by the wailing and gnashing of teeth on the first day of our workshop.  Wispy clouds floated by overhead, and the rolling hills below played tricks on our eyes disappearing into the purple shadows only to reappear moments later. Even the most level headed first day painter was vexed.  Lunch arrived, and the sandwiches and lemonade seemed to help.  As some of the concepts of value and depth started to take hold, morale improved.  By the second day, the group had its painting legs. Color and perspective abounded.  The scorching sun was merciless but my students were brave and sure.  Thin to thick, dark to light.  Contrasting values and forms diminishing into the distance.  There was some beautiful painting accomplished.  We’ll have to do it again.