She dare not shirk
from what she must do,
But after that work,
well, peek a boo!
She dare not shirk
from what she must do,
But after that work,
well, peek a boo!
I started this painting before Christmas and thought it would be my last painting of 2019, but I did not put the finishing touches on until tonight. I am okay with it being the first painting of 2020.
“What’s it going to be, Chickadee?”
Pen & Ink Drawing, 12×9″ , 1/2/2020
Original available for $120, Open Edition Print $20
Every weekday for over four years I drove the portion of GA Highway 365 from Habersham County to Gainesville. No matter the season or the weather when I neared Crane Mill Rd I would look up the hill at the line of painted buses creating the wall around Alonzo Wade’s salvage yard. They fascinated me as individual works of art, as an overall installation, and as a story I wanted to know. I was so curious about the artists, the site, and how permission for painting was received. When I realized that every year new murals were added I decided I desperately wanted to paint one myself. This past weekend my wish came true.
Last year I actually found the contact information for the artists, Nack and Arm, who have organized the project for the last nine years, but it was too late to get involved. I followed them and #schoolbusgraveyard on social media so I would hopefully have more notice this year. It worked. In early November, as soon as they posted it was coming close to time, I painted my concept on a piece of board, photoshopped it onto a bus photo and sent it in. It was accepted with very little fanfare. They liked my idea. I was told what dates to show up and very little else.
I will admit that not knowing what to expect did cause a bit of trepidation, but mainly I was just excited. I figured that nothing really mattered beyond the fact that I got to paint a bus. I loved the idea of trying to make one of my images very large scale and for it to be somewhere that it could be seen by lots of people. I started thinking logistics and materials and realized I would need help. I first asked my children if they wanted to take part in painting a bus. They declined. I next asked Richard and Scott. They both enthusiastically accepted. Knowing they were both going to be part of the project soothed my stress considerably. The only worry left was the weather. The week leading up was incredibly wet and there was no rain date scheduled. I worried about trying to paint while wet and cold. But as Richard has taught me, good kit makes all the difference. Good boots, coated winter gloves, and all sorts of weather appropriate clothes were collected along with the painting supplies. By the time December 14th rolled around we were very prepared.
Richard and I got to the Schoolbus Graveyard by 8am Saturday morning. The organizers and an artist that had flown in from Denver were already there. We introduced ourselves and were told to just walk around and pick a bus. We walked the maze of vehicles twice considering our options before choosing an old church bus that was easily accessible. It was cold so there was no point in standing around. We got to work setting up and then I jumped right in to trying to rough in her head and shoulder. Scott soon arrived and joined in. We worked solid barely taking any breaks until after 3 in the afternoon. We ate a quick late lunch then continued to work until dark. After cleaning up and taking a quick walk around to see everyone else’s progress it was wonderful to join everyone around a campfire to hang out and socialize a bit. A lot of the artists were camping out right there, but our team was glad to have nice warm beds waiting. We were especially thankful for Rhonda and Johnny’s hospitality.
We got enough done on Saturday that we were able to have a more leisurely day Sunday. We went to church first and by the time we got back to work the sun was shining bright. The added warmth was lovely. I worked on smoothing and shaping our dreamer’s face and then we cleaned up edges all over. By the time the sun started going down we were ready to call her finished. The bus’s location while we were painting her is not visible from the road, but the owner of the salvage yard plans to shuffle the newly painted ones around a bit. Soon you should be able to see her at the top of the hill looking up from 365.
Everything about the experience was wonderful. I am so appreciative of Richard and Scott’s help and support. I could not have done it without them. All the other artists we met were so friendly as well as talented. I find myself wishing we could go do it again next month instead of having to wait a full year. If anyone has any walls or old vehicles that need some color and swirls let me know…
Our Vivid Dreamer is in good company:
The Schoolbus Graveyard is located at Alonzo Wade Rd, Alto, GA 30510. It is 10 minutes south of Cornelia and 20 minutes north of Gainesville, GA on Hwy 365. If you visit on a weekday before 4pm you can check in at the office and look around inside. On weekends or later in the day you can check out the murals on the exterior perimeter.
Today I went plein air painting for the first time in over a month and a half. I did not have time for a long drive or hike so I just went four miles down the road to paint an easily accessible but pretty site I had passed when I painted Nancytown Falls over the summer. Even without a hike or a dramatic waterfall it was wonderful to be out in the fresh air, listening to the water, and with paint and brushes in my hands. I do not know how I had let so much time go by without doing something I know brings me joy. Even if I cannot go to a waterfall every weekend I hope I do not let so much time pass before the next one.
I must admit that when I first starting painting today I thought maybe I was too out of practice. I could not quite seem to capture the way the mix of green, brown, and orange leaves created a muted backdrop behind the creek. Right when I thought maybe I was capturing it there was a dramatic shift in the light. I realized the sky, which had been perfectly blue when I sat down, had faded to grey and the air was cooling. I wondered if I should just take a few pictures, pack up, and head home. Painting landscapes in the studio is not as fun and I don’t think I capture them as well, but it probably is something I need to practice.
I was gazing up at the sky above the scene trying to decide what I wanted to do when I heard a rustling over the sound of the rushing water. I was looking in just the right direction to see a heron take off from the upper part of the creek. It was fairly large and quite close. I do not think I took a breath as I watched it fly up and over my head, across the road, and into the woods on the side. It was sublime, a perfect moment in the midst of a lovely afternoon.
The magical feeling did not disappear when the heron did. The light shifted again and even the fallen leaves seemed to have a glow to them. The colors on the pallet started cooperating. I was able to finish the painting in time to stay on schedule. The rest of the afternoon and evening felt altered by the experience. My mood stayed lifted and even mundane tasks and responsibilities seem a bit nicer. I am so thankful the life offers such blisses.
I do not usually use Microsoft Explorer or their search engine, Bing, but I had a task I needed to do in a different browser today. When I opened a new tab I was given the option to search with an image rather than text. It may have been around for a while but it was completely new to me. I found it fascinating to drag some of my images into the search window and see what Bing thinks are similar to them. If there was not so much work to get done I think I could keep doing it all day…
The town of Toccoa is just twenty minutes from where we live and I have been aware of it since we first moved to this part of North Georgia and discovered it was home to the only drivers license office in a three county area. It also boasts a lovely Episcopal summer camp my daughter has attended, one of the tallest free-falling waterfalls east of the Mississippi River, and an extremely skilled and honest mechanic. I have visited for each of those things but I never thought of it as an art destination. When a friend recommended I visit the Currahee Artist’s Guild in downtown Toccoa I was a bit skeptical, but both the downtown area which is in the process of being revitalized and the Guild’s gallery were charming.
There was a nice selection of local art that is well presented and the guild members I met were very friendly. I became a member and entered three pieces in their Fall Arts and Crafts Show.
The show was at the same time as Toccoa’s Fall Festival. My boy and I had a nice time walking through not just the gallery but also the booths lining the streets. There was a chainsaw artist doing a demonstration which is always something I find fascinating to watch.
I was honored that one of my Nesting series, Migration, was awarded first prize in the Pottery category. The Fall show has finished but there is currently a very nice selection of small works and fine crafts set up as Christmas market. Some of my prints, cards, and coloring books are among the other great gifts available. If you are in the North Georgia area I would recommend a visit: 61 Doyle Street — Historic Downtown Toccoa, GA 30577
Though his friends said he wasn’t the type, Jack sure got drunk when the fruit was ripe.
Though squarely in her sight, she could not catch the light.
He missed the sky where he used to glide, but the greater pain came from injured pride.