Steve Fleming

Artist Studio

In the field

Yesterday I was painting in Camden, Maine at a very familiar location.  I am getting ready for my annual Maine workshop.  This years workshop I am teaching transparent watercolors, opaque watercolors and oils so it will be quite the interesting schedule but I am so up for it.  I spent the day working on opaque watercolors and after realizing I had left most of the required colors at home in my studio, I finally got back in the game and started to paint. This is not a very interesting scene and it takes some looking to come up with a good concept and composition.  I wanted the lake to really be the star of this piece and it is painted with Cheap Joe color Sky Blue and Titanium White.

Painting & Poetry
Watercolors

Yesterday I was painting in Camden, Maine at a very familiar location.  I am getting ready for my annual Maine workshop.  This years workshop I am teaching transparent watercolors, opaque watercolors and oils so it will be quite the interesting schedule but I am so up for it.  I spent the day working on opaque watercolors and after realizing I had left most of the required colors at home in my studio, I finally got back in the game and started to paint. This is not a very interesting scene and it takes some looking to come up with a good concept and composition.  I wanted the lake to really be the star of this piece and it is painted with Cheap Joe color Sky Blue and Titanium White.

12x16 opaque watercolor 300lb arches block

12×16 opaque watercolor 300lb arches block

Just Another Field  Poem by me

At first glance there was nothing to paint

It was boring an excuse to drive on

Cow torn field, late summer trees

Greens losing their shine

One boring lump of a mountain

Colors gray, falling victim to the distance

Predictable blue sky, a few clouds

A lake ringed with tall unmanageable hedge weeds

Exasperated

Been there done that

But standing in the moment

Breathing in the present

Looking for a reason to stay

Engaging all of me

Locking away the superficial, the cynic

I see the shock of green across the lake

Calling my eyes to see

It’s neighbor

The beautiful lake

A blue, the color of the Queen’s jeweled ring

Lavender grays and orange mix with the steadfast hedges

There tips of opal leaves reflecting light

And the little field flowers peek through the weeds

Softly calling don’t forget about me

Ah!

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