I completed 21 days of sketching with Atelier in Truckee. Everyday they had a different prompt for what we were to sketch. It was fun to push myself outside of my comfort zone. Enjoy all of mine below.
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It's been awhile since I've updated my blog with my recent art pieces. So here is what the past 6 months have looked like in my right brain.
Donner Lake, Truckee CA. This was the first place I felt like I could live forever. The people, the community, the mountains... home.
Cathedral Peak, Tuolumne CA. One of my first climbs in Tuolumne. I've climbed it a hand full of times since and it will never get old. A true classic.
Eichorn Pinnacle, Tuolumne CA. Connected and easily linkable with cathedral peak. This formation has got to be one of the most photogenic climbs!
Half dome, Yosemite, CA. This rock is probably one of my favorite things to draw. I always try to capture it in a new medium every time I do.
Taft point, Yosemite CA. Ravens and Yosemite. My first venture out to this point was with Corbin at sunset. The valley was filled with smoke from a nearby fire and the last light had already disappeared from the horizon. As we peered into the void I could feel the draw to fly. It must be the most free feeling to be able to sore from these cliffs. It consumes my thoughts often. But with passion comes pain and Corbin was silent. Torn between the worlds of the walkers and the flyers. I'll never forget that day.
Candy Skull. Sometimes you just gotta let your weird out.
Susitna 100, Big Lake AK. To be truly alone in the words is something I dream of often. Where you go from civilized to wild and you learn how to live, to sustain, to do with and without. My spirit animal, the wolf, is with me in these spaces, vicious and powerful.
Yosemite, the promise land. This place consumes my thoughts and my every waking moment. I want to be here. In the mountains, on the rock faces, breathing heavy on the trails. This place is the closest I have ever felt to home. Yosemite is special to me. The rock features, the people, the trees… everything has meaning and purpose and place. I like to paint and draw the things that mean something to me. That is why Yosemite is the subject of many of my pieces.
Half Dome, I’ve seen this mountain from every direction and every angle. It’s crazy that just moving a couple feet away can give you a new perspective and a different shape. Half Dome is the second climb I ever did in Yosemite and one of my favorite runs.
The Mother Tree, this ancient Juniper tree sits on top of El Capitan greeting all of the tired and traveled hikers and climbers. It appears to just grow straight out of the granite. But through years of wind and weather it sits beautiful and alone. The first time I saw this tree I was in love. It has so much meaning and symbolism. That against all odds something so beautiful can still remain unchanged and strong.
Tunnel View and the Raven, a view that never gets old. El Capitan and Bridal veil falls frame Half Dome in the background. This valley and the community of people who fly mean the world to me. Practicing the dark art of flying your body and being one like the raven. I won’t say more.
The greatest thing you'll ever learn, Is just to love and be loved in return.
I've been painting a bunch of cards like this lately to keep myself sane while tapering from running. Mainly of Yosemite and Tahoe but a few of the Bay. I spend about 10 minutes on each so don't expect a masterpiece! haha
If you want one, email me your address or find me on the road!
I keep making more and I need people to send them to!
Another Indian skull on the wall. I really dig the southwestern art and had a lot of fun this time trying my hand at water color and ink. Didn't turn out that great but I learned and can't wait to do some more! It's cool to mix it up sometimes and enjoy time just painting instead of running and climbing. A nice change of pace.
I've been meaning to post about what I made my family for Christmas this year! I haven't been home for Christmas in a few years so the whole gift giving thing always throws me for a loop. It was a few days before I was to fly home (we celebrated Christmas really early) and I just got back from a long trip in the desert for Thanksgiving where I contracted an awful kidney infection and was rendered useless for a few days. It was too late to order anything online and I feared the dreaded mall around Christmas so I decided to make something for them.
Step 1: Battle the crazy Christmas shoppers and leave your house.
Step 2: Buy some plain mugs or plates or really anything porcelain. I bought white mugs. They were cheap at $1 a piece!
Step 3: Visit your local arts and crafts store and buy some porcelain paint 7 bucks a color. I got black because I had no idea what my sisters kitchen colors were. No ones going to use a green mug in there orange kitchen!? Come on!
Step 4: Take a deep breath because you're home now and don't have to deal with the awfulness of Christmas.
Step 5: Let your creative side out! Patterns. Designs. Detailed master pieces!
Step 6: Follow the instructions on the paint tubes. I believe mine said to let air dry for 24 hours and then to bake at 450 degrees for 4 hours to make them dishwasher safe.
Step 7: Give them to your family or friends or keep them. I don't care.
It is really that easy...
I must admit patience is not my strong suit. I like results, and I like things getting done fast. Thus painting can be a struggle at times. I want the painting done and I want to get it done with in a reasonable amount of time, and at a certain point I just give up and call it good. I drew up the Bridger Jacks while I was in Indian Creek back in March but still haven't gotten around to painting them. The current goal is to take a time lapse of the painting of the Bridger Jacks. Until that day here is a quick time lapse from an Indian painting I finished yesterday.
Though I am no artist, I spent a few years doing recycled art. I absolutely loved it and even had a few of my pieces in shows! Naturally this leads me to keep things, that most people would throw away, in hopes of turning it into art some day. Needless to say, my latest hording of "trash" led to this sweet wall montage.
I had been holding on to all of my old tape gloves from my bigger climbing trips. The nice thing is that I took some mediocre pictures from all of those trips as well. So I printed out an 8x10 picture from each of the trips that I used those gloves for and then framed everything. I think it turned out pretty cool. Much different from some of my other recycled art pieces being a little more sentimental and reminiscent than art. But to think you make those gloves every time you take a trip spend a good thirty minutes getting them just right and covering all the "danger" areas. Sometimes they rip and sometimes you bleed on them and sometimes you have to do some hefty repairs mid day. And most everyone just throws them away after the trip. In my opinion the tape gloves are the most memorable thing to take away from a trip, even more so than a picture. Maybe its the gash you got on your finger in that super tight finger crack that bled all over your gloves or the sharp hand crack that just wore straight through the knuckles on your gloves. Your tape gloves tell a story much deeper than one picture can capture.
I have never been very good at expressing myself through words. I choose to do so through art. It just makes more sense, and it's easier to look at.