Posts from the ‘Fire’ Category
This painting has had many iterations. I’ve thought it was finished twice before. It started as a reaction to the devastating forest fires in California and slowly morphed into a view of Mt. Etna, first on the left side of the painting, and then on the right. You could say it’s been a struggle.
First, the California fires …
True, it was mostly about the smoke and the red glow in the sky, but it needed a focus.
Next, Mt. Etna on the left …
That was better, but I still didn’t like the divisions in the sky.
So… finally …
Now, instead of just emphasizing the fiery sky, I beefed up the mountain on the right, pushed it back with the smoke and emphasized the fading light with the title.
It took two months start to final finish. What a struggle!
Just when I thought the wildfires on the West Coast were over for the year, a house caught fire and started another wildfire. And I wake up in the night thinking about how I will paint it. Skies at noon looking like sunsets. My son and his family living in their two rooms that have air purifiers. Wildfires: horrible yet beautiful.
Blazing is acrylic on raw canvas which allowed me to blend the red and yellow of the fires and show how the colors blur over the hills. Beautiful, though deadly.
On Fire is the raging inferno blazing across a lot of the West Coast. Intense and horrible. Destroying everything in its path.
Red has never been my favorite color. But ever since my son told me about how the fires in California were making the air unbreathable … and ever since I saw the daytime photos of San Francisco with red skies … I’ve been painting red paintings. Fires are horribly fascinating.
My first attempt was also an experiment with using a lot of fluid acrylic on raw canvas and I named it Intense, because my feelings were and the painting was.
The intensity carried over into my next painting, Rage. All about the red sky, the air pollution, and my son and his family trying to breathe.
My next painting was my attempt to calm it down a little, to almost make it a beautiful sunset. Aglow is still mostly red, but not so violent.
Finally, after hearing that the fires on the West coast seemed to be slowing down, I managed my most serene “fire” painting yet.
Blue Ridge started as a painting about the fire just barely visible atop distant mountains, something I visually remembered from a years ago trip to the Rockies. Somehow in the painting it became quieter, more peaceful.
Unfortunately, I haven’t banished the demons yet, because I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking about the fires and how I want to paint them. My next two, though as yet unfinished, are more red, more violent, less peaceful. The fires are still horribly fascinating.