Skyscapes have become the focal point in my work of the past 2 years. I distinctly remember the moment it happened, on a sunny August mid morning at ‘my’ makeshift outdoor studio in White Oaks, New Mexico. A prefect, cobalt blue sky interrupted with cauliflower clouds of the monsoon season. The piece I had been working on for a couple of days wasn’t happening at all, a south west view of Carrizo Peak. Too tight in brushwork, with a composition that felt anxious, almost anxiety evoking, this painting in becoming did not leave enough room to breathe. Shifting my view up into the sky, leaving the landscape below, I simply let go of its anchoring function. Watching clouds shift, float, grow and billow out, I started mixing neutral greys, applying them in big, loose brush strokes over the piece that wasn’t happening. I then turned my work station away from what I was looking at, instead now facing a corner of the outside wall of the balcony I was on, and dove into this feeling of sky, of flickering summer air, of clouds with ever changing shapes, of no rules, of flow and movement and where it took me and my work.
I study skies whenever I can, and when I paint them, I marinate in the feeling of them… How I felt in a certain sky moment, what I remember of it and what it pried open inside of me. Often I still need the anchor of the landscape, a mere suggestion in some pieces, while in others a balance to a moody skyscape that I’m inclined to give as much space to as I can get away with.
The work shown below are skyscapes in progress

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