Artists Statement

I paint as often and as much as I can. I take classes when I can afford it, but the money usually goes to buy more art supplies. This blog is to share the results with you! I am a Work in Progress.

Dianne Lanning Fine

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Plein air fallout!

Shinn/Niles preliminary painting, oil
If you're old enough, you remember the saying from the 70's: "As soon as I've figured out where it's at, they MOVE it!" (sigh)  It still holds for me. As soon as I get the hang of this blog business, they "improve it." Honestly, they ARE improvements, it's just that they catch me off guard.

OK, enough whining. (for today) The above is a new oil that I started in the bathroom. Sounds funny? Well, I have one bathroom that is really large and incredibly well lit, so once I removed the useless tub-thing, I had room to paint in there and could be comfortable no matter the weather.

OK, back to the topic. I've now switched the oils to the porch studio due to fumes, so I've been finishing this one out there.  This is a fairly inaccurate picture of the Niles Canyon entry, with the Shinn house in the midground as it was around 1910. I fully took advantage of my artistic license in moving things and turning them around. I wanted to explore depth in painting hills, too. You can see sketch lines where I was trying to decide about the foreground. Eeek, what do I do with all that yellow? Make flat land interesting.

Niles Canyon/Shinn House - The old gate, oil
Ultimately, I think this is it, done, finito, fin. When it dries a bit, I'll sign it. Then start saving for a frame. Funny, I like the barn a lot more than the house! Too small to see here, but the barn did come out well.
As a child we went to grandma's ranch most summers, mostly so daddy could help her with the heavy annual stuff. In painting this picture I started thinking about those days and those old cattleguard gates everywhere. So it went into the picture! She was a homesteader who raised Black Angus and my Dad, all by herself. Grandaddy died when Dad was three months old, as a result of conditions in WWI. Yes, WWI.
Those summers are great memories. The scents were especially nostalgic, hot sun on hay, young calves when you feed them from a nursing bucket, barns and old wood, lots of things.
Can you tell I've been checking in on Ree Drummond's "Pioneer Woman" blog? Just type "Ree Drummond" in your browser and it will take you there. That's how I found it. It's fun to lurk, without having to do the WORK.
Hmm, I think the trees on the left may need something, some variety. The red is not flowers, they are red weeds that grow around here.


  1. Hai Dianne:) Sound wonderful those summers on the ranch of your grandma! You painting is great. You did a nice job on the foreground, looks beautiful with that gate. The hills and trees are very nice. Love the whole scene!
    By the way: that tub thing you removed is for to clean your self in! In case you didn't know:) Take care!

    1. Ha! A good one, Renate! I'm a shower person, and the excuse for a tub I had in there was really awful. It was so shallow that it was difficult to get entirely wet in it! I was glad to see it go away. My other bathroom has a full sized tub, so I figured it was no loss to get rid of the useless one. Now it's where I paint in acrylics. Much better!