Tag: travel

  • Reading. Painting with O’Keeffe plus 1.

    Reading. Painting with O’Keeffe plus 1.

    I set out on our Southwestern road trip determined to finish 2 books I’ve been stopping and starting for a while now. I was making good progress until we got to Ghost Ranch and I saw their library! One of the best selections I’ve seen of books on Georgia O’Keeffe and art in general, I found myself wishing we were staying longer.  I only had 6 days at the ranch, so I chose 2 small books I knew I could finish in that time frame.

    I began the tiny Some Memories of Drawings within a few minutes of checking it out and quickly devoured it. A beautiful little collection of drawings by O’Keeffe accompanied by her reflections upon each drawing. Some of her observations are very open and insightful, while others retain some mystery, and I personally like it better that way. We don’t need to know every little thing she was thinking about every little thing she created. It is a lovely little treasure of a book that I’ve added to my Wish List– would be a wonderful thing to just pick it up and reflect on her words about these drawings from time to time.


    page from Some Memories; I remember doing a master sketch of this drawing in college

    found here

    The other book, Painting with O’Keeffe by John Poling, intrigued me with its title– I hadn’t been aware that O’Keeffe had ever had the need for studio assistants to help her with painting later in life and I began it eager to learn any insight I could into her studio process.

    O’Keeffe lost much of her eyesight in the early seventies and had stopped painting almost altogether. According to the book, she’d tried painting with her secretary/studio assistant, Juan Hamilton, but neither had found the process enjoyable or successful. Hamilton hired a young John Poling in 1975 to paint trim at the Ghost Ranch house and he soon found himself doing other errands and chores, eventually striking up what seemed like a genuine friendship with O’Keeffe. From his account, she seemed comfortable with him and he, not being an artist himself, was eager to please and very teachable.

    I greatly enjoyed his descriptions of the days spent painting under O’Keeffe’s direction, gaining insight into just how very meticulous and thought out her work was– something we don’t often associate with abstract painters.

    His painting work with her was completed while Juan Hamilton was away in New York on business, and according to Poling, the relationship fell apart upon Hamilton’s return. He attempted to assist O’Keeffe again, but claimed it was not the same “collaborative” type of exchange it had been the first time. When the completed painting was shown, Poling was upset that there was no acknowledgement of his involvement. This is where I’m afraid the book gets a bit whiny and self-involved, showing Poling’s lack of understanding of how artists and their studio assistants have functioned for centuries. He thought he was due credit as a collaborator, where O’Keeffe saw him as “merely a tool”– she only used his hands and eyes because of her unreliable eyesight. His continued insistence on “the truth” being made known comes across as petty and petulant, I’m afraid, although he claims it is with completely altruistic intentions that he wanted his involvement made known. It did seem, though, that he genuinely cared for O’Keeffe and was deeply hurt by what he saw as a betrayal by her and Hamilton.  I know there has been much made of her relationship with Hamilton, and admit I haven’t read much about their relationship until now.  I usually prefer to stick to accounts of artist’s professional lives, especially studio processes, and that part of the book I enjoyed immensely.

    If you happen to see this little book for sale or at your local library, do pick it up, if only for the look into O’Keeffe’s process and her way of life in her later years. If you’ve done the Abiquiu house tour (my account of that to come soon!), it will especially help bring to life the descriptions of her home and studio.

    abiquiu house studio, found here

    Images by me unless otherwise indicated.

  • Traveling. O’Keeffe Country. Part 2.

    Traveling. O’Keeffe Country. Part 2.

    Now, let’s see.. where were we in our journey? Oh, that’s right, Ghost Ranch. (check out this post if you need to catch up). As I mentioned, we greatly enjoyed our time at Ghost Ranch. It was such a beautiful, peaceful environment– I could totally see why O’Keeffe loved it there so much.

    just one of a million stunning views at ghost ranch

    If you plan on camping, like we did, be aware that the campground at GR is a bit more primitive than, say, a KOA. It reminded me so much of the church camp I went to every summer as a kid– concrete floors in the communal bathhouse, screen doors with that pleasant, familiar “slam”. But there is wifi (though the farther you get from the main buildings, the weaker the signal), coin operated laundry facilities, and indoor dishwashing stations. A few of the best perks we found were that some of the tent sites included an awning– which kept our tent & chairs nice and dry during the few rainstorms that came through– and the free ice in the bathhouse, which made keeping our perishables cold in the desert heat so much easier.

    Within an easy drive of Ghost Ranch is one of the most stunning places I’ve ever been– Plaza Blanca, O’Keeffe’s “White Place”.  On private property owned by Dar al Islam, a nonprofit Islamic Education Center, promoting the understanding of Islamic religion and culture in America, but is graciously open to the public for hiking and exploration.

    my photograph of plaza blanca and O’Keeffe’s the white place in sun

    Our dear friend, traveler, and fellow Floridian, Erik joined us unexpectedly for our last few days at Ghost Ranch, making him a welcome third on our Plaza Blanca outing. Best of all, he kept the Mr. occupied while I photographed to my heart’s content!

    top: the curly haired boys, hubby and erik; bottom: me doing my thing, photo by erik

    More images and thoughts on Plaza Blanca to come in another post all about the inspiration found on this trip. During our time at Ghost Ranch, we also ventured into Taos and Santa Fe. We didn’t do much exploring in Taos (honestly, there wasn’t much time for prep/research before this trip, so we didn’t really know where to go), but felt like we saw a good deal of the city of Santa Fe. The highlight for me of course, being the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum. A wonderful little museum, that, if anything, I wished was bigger. But then, I can never get enough.

    some of o’keeffe’s tools on display at the museum

    At the last minute, we decided to go a bit out of the way and spend a few days in Zion National Park before heading home. I’d never been, so couldn’t wait to finally see it and check another national park off my list. We came into the park in the afternoon from the East, and learned that the road going in from the East would be closed part of the time we were there, which meant our lodging options would be limited to the other end of the park. All the “in park” campgrounds were full, but we ended up at a campground in Springdale, which was within walking distance to the Zion shuttle and everything we needed right in town.

    on the zion shuttle

    Unfortunately for us, several of the limited number of Zion hiking trails were closed during our stay, but we still managed to see a good bit of the park in the few days we were there.

    top: early afternoon on the rim hike; bottom: about an hour later!

    Besides just seeing Zion, I had also always wanted to do The Narrows hike, an in-water hike through the narrowest gorge in Zion. Hubby did the entire overnighter about 10 years ago, but we only had the time/gear on this trip for the day trip. I’m always nervous doing river crossings, so actually hiking IN the river for miles definitely had me tensed up almost the entire time. But what an amazing experience!  A must do, if simply for the experience of it.

    slightly blurry photos due to rented waterproof phone case

    The Narrows was a wonderful way to wrap up our Southwest adventure, so we awoke the next morning to pack up and head back to the Pacific Northwest. Strong winds during the night snapped one of our tent poles (!), thankfully not enough to pull the tent down, but that definitely meant no camping on the return trip. We set off, happily chatting our way through the small towns just south of Zion when our car lost power. Womp, womp.  We were just outside the small town of LaVerkin, Utah and we thanked our lucky stars that we hadn’t gotten further into the Utah desert. The folks at the local garage were absolutely fantastic, coming in on a Saturday to get us back on the road and keep us from having to spend two days waiting for them to reopen on Monday. If you ever need to break down, LaVerkin is a super friendly place to do it! 🙂

    Two very long days in the car later, and we were crossing back over the Cascades into Western Washington. Once the trees began growing taller, the fog and mist settled among them, the air cooled, and we could see beginnings of Fall color, our hearts once again swelled with joy and anticipation.

    We were home.

    All images by me, unless noted otherwise.

  • Traveling. O’Keeffe Country. Part 1.

    Traveling. O’Keeffe Country. Part 1.

    With our traveling the last seven years, it may seem like life is one perpetual vacation. But the ugly truth is that though we try to take full advantage of where we are every weekend, we work very hard and its been virtually non-stop for the past 4 years. “Vacations” weren’t real breaks– I took time off to go be in Florida with my mom, we took a week or two involuntarily while waiting for a new contract, meaning we traveled with all our earthly belongings and were negotiating contracts and looking for rentals while on “vacation”.

    So when we were presented with hubby having some time off during his transition back to working as an RN, we decided to make the most of it. Originally, we’d planned to spend most of our time in one of our favorite places, but a giant wildfire broke out the week before we were supposed to leave. And almost the entire Northwest was covered in smoke from various fires. So  traveling in the NW had lost its appeal. Then hubby suggested we finally take my long talked about pilgrimage to the places one of my favorite artists lived and worked and our Southwest Tour began.

    near moab, utah

    We wanted to take our time, not spend too many hours in the car each day, so originally planned to spend a few days in each spot as we made our way South. But the smoke was so thick that it made spending time in the Northwest unenjoyable. So after one night each in the Mount Hood & Bend areas of Oregon, we decided not to make a prolonged stop again until we got out of the smoke. And somewhere in the middle of Utah, blue skies finally emerged!

    Being the delicate PNW flowers we are, we decided not to try to camp in the crazy heat of August in Moab. Airbnb lead us to the most wonderful little oasis in the hills outside of town!

    spring fed pond, red moon lodge, moab, utah

    Two days in Moab extended to four and we had lovely visits to Arches, Canyonlands, and even escaped the heat for a bit up in the nearby La Sal Mountains. Coming from the land of blues and greens, I was completely mesmerized by the intense colors of the Southwest. Amazing forms and textures seemed to await around every corner.

    It seemed like a palette tailor made for me– washed out pinks and turquoises mixed with warm earthy oranges and umber tinted lavenders. I swear if it weren’t so hot and if there was more water, I could live there.

    After Moab, we headed to Ouray, Colorado, a place that’s held my hubby’s fascination for a long time. Years ago he read a book in which the main character spends time in Ouray and he’s been longing to see it ever since. And let me tell you, it did not disappoint! He was looking up real estate with the first few hours we were there (though we quickly came back to WA as our choice for a permanent home, it was fun to dream of a different place!).

    looking down on ouray from the perimeter trail

    We would loved to have spent more time hiking around Ouray, but had camping reservations at Ghost Ranch so on to New Mexico we went..

    Our stay at Ghost Ranch was probably the most relaxing, vacation-like time of the entire trip. Located in tiny Abiquiu, NM, the ranch is remote and quiet– far from the busyness of Santa Fe and Taos, we immediately relaxed upon arrival. It was where we read the most, looked at our phones the least, listened to the sounds of the faraway coyotes, and star gazed before bed each night.

    In writing this post, I realized there is so much to share that to avoid boring you to tears, I’m breaking it up into several installments! You’re welcome. 😉

    I’ll write another general post about the rest of our trip and then separate posts about the O’Keeffe Abiquiu House Tour & Ghost Ranch Landscape Tour— I highly recommend both and will get into more detail in that post. I’m also planning to share what about the Southwest inspired me artistically and how, probably more for my own benefit than yours, but hope you’ll enjoy anyway!

    More to come!

    All images by me.

  • Living. Camano Island.

    Living. Camano Island.

    We’ve been here 5 months. We’ll be here at least 3 more. We visited Camano Island for the first time on a drizzly Saturday in 2016 and honestly, we weren’t terribly impressed.  I mean, it was pretty, as almost all of the Pacific Northwest is, but it didn’t blow us away. But when hubby took a contract doing home health out of Everett, WA and we were faced with the choice of a little apartment on the water on Camano vs. a little, more expensive apartment in Everett, we decided to give it another shot.

    And boy are we glad we did.

    These past months have been filled with beach walks, whale sightings from our living room (!!!), watching for bald eagles and sea lions, glorious sunrises and sunsets, and more fresh crab than we’ve ever had in our lives. (thank you, kind & generous landlords!)

    There has been so much to inspire me artistically that I can’t paint fast enough to get it all out.

    I’ve filled an entire Moleskine watercolor sketchbook with seaside inspired abstract sketches and used that as inspiration to create a special series of large watercolors on canvas inspired by Camano.

    We’ve been here long enough to watch Spring emerge and fade, and Summer is now in all its glory.

    I can’t wait to see what Fall brings as the seasonal houses close up and everything goes quiet again.

    You can see more from our life on Camano by following my Instagram stories where I post tidbits of what I’m seeing around me daily.

    All images by me.

     

     

  • Locality.

    Locality.

    We enter 2018 settled for a bit in Spokane, WA. Doing this travel thing for the last (almost) 7 years has been a strange sort of life for a number of reasons. Since the contracts are usually at least 3 months long, often extending longer, we have the experience of not just visiting but truly living in each place for a time. Of becoming “a local”.

    Let It Wash Away by Lesley Frenz in Edmonds, WA

    But even on the longer stays, we always know it is just temporary. We aren’t truly local, just visiting.

    We often talk about how weird it is to stake a claim in one place– especially if it is a place you were born into, that you didn’t choose yourself. How strange that governments and principalities decide where lines are drawn on a map and we swear allegiance to the lands between those lines. We want to truly choose where we decide to call home.

    One thing traveling has taught us has been that you can make a home, make a life, wherever you decide to be. We’re looking forward to finding ourselves in one such locale, wherever it may be, in 2018.

     

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  • Sunsetting.

    Sunsetting.

    I’ve never been an early riser.  So catching the sun rise over the Atlantic when I lived in Florida didn’t happen often.  But being on the West Coast, sunsets have become my happy place.  At least three evenings a week, the Mr. and I walk the mile and a half from our apartment then down (and back up, ugh!) 188 steps to Richmond Beach on Puget Sound.  Many Friday evenings we take a bottle of wine and end the week watching the colors slowly shift over the Sound.  It is an incredibly peaceful and lovely way to begin the weekend.

    Sunset over Richmond Beach

    Last night’s display was so incredible that Instagrammers all over the Seattle area were posting their sunset views.  We were all taking in and experiencing the same collective beauty but each from our own unique perspective.  What a gift of a communal yet individual experience!

    These magical sunset views are informing my new work in the VENTERS series– not always literally, but in the way the light becomes soft and dreamy, how the sun melts into the horizon, the way the colors morph and move one into another.

    See the current VENTERS paintings on my website here.  The newer paintings are even softer and more dreamy, if you can believe it!  Can’t wait to show you.

    Image by me.

  • Inspiration Overload.

    Inspiration Overload.

    One of the big advantages to our current traveling lifestyle is how many amazing places we are able to see.   These adventures are a huge source of inspiration for me as an artist.  But seeing so many incredible sights can also lead to a bit of inspiration overload and lead my artsy brain in all sorts of different directions!

    With each new location, each new season, comes a whole new set of inspirations!  So how does one artist handle so many different sources of inspiration?

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    For me, I keep my eyes open and take special notice of what inspires me, not just once, but on a continual basis.  It’s easy to find one spark, but the trick is finding what will continue to spark over and over and over.  Look not for the firecracker, but the forest fire– the spark that leaps and creates more sparks, more fire.

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    I make note but I don’t necessarily pursue those sparks right away.  My sketchbook is full of idea scribbles, some pretty well developed, others simply notes on colors and forms.  I also have a folder on my phone where I dump those quick sparks when I don’t have my sketchbook handy.  Then, there is my favorite inspiration keeper– Pinterest!  I have at least half a dozen boards where I hoard visual inspirations from subject matter to color palettes.  I keep them private so they are for my eyes only until I decide I am ready to share them with the world.

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    I commit myself to what I’m especially inspired by at the moment and concentrate on exploring that inspirational idea fully.  Each inspiration exploration becomes a series of work to be revisited again and again as I continue to find new ways to express that initial spark.

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    Once I feel like I’m done exploring a certain subject for a while, I’m ready to move on to another idea.  But how to decide?  Sometimes it takes some exploration in the studio to see what is moving me creatively or it could be as simple as how excited about an idea I am!  The most exciting prospect wins!

    At the moment, I’m exploring beachy and coastal inspiration in my VENTERS series– it is proving to be perfect for the coming summer on Puget Sound!

    All images by me.

  • Finding Latitude. Yellowstone Prismatics.

    Finding Latitude. Yellowstone Prismatics.

    Endless inspiration.  That’s how I feel about Yellowstone’s prismatic pools.  I could paint them forever.

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    These deep steaming springs draw millions of people to Yellowstone each year and with good reason.  Their boiling temperatures create magical steam, rising above chalky rock and water colored unlike any other.

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    They each feel like a world unto themselves.  An entire landscape within the vastness of Yellowstone.

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    I would seriously move just to be near these wonders.

    For the LATITUDE show, I created a mini-series within the show, Prismatics, my abstract interpretations of the pools in paint.

    Prismatics 1-16, inspired by Yellowstone prismatic pools | artsy forager #art #artists #paintings #abstractart #yellowstone
    Prismatics 1-16, acrylic on cradled wood panel, 6×6 each

    See larger images of Prismatics 1-16 on my website and see them up close and personal at Art & Light Gallery in Greenville, SC through the end of March.

    Lesley Frenz, LATITUDE solo show at Art & Light Gallery #art #artgalleries #artshows #greenville

    Find more of my inspiration behind the LATITUDE series and show here on Artsy Forager and by searching #findinglatitude on Instagram.

    Images by me.

  • Finding Latitude. The Redwoods.

    Finding Latitude. The Redwoods.

    I like my trees tall.  Really really tall.  During the year we spent among the Redwoods in Humboldt County, California I was in tree heaven.

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    Of course, the beaches of the Northern California coast are a sight to behold– wild, desolate– they don’t call it The Lost Coast for nothing.  But when we wanted a local hike, we liked to head into the deep Redwood forests.
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    It was there that we found trees so wide you could live inside and so tall you could not capture their entirety on camera.

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    But my favorite thing about the Humboldt Redwoods was the way the light filtered through their elevated limbs, drifting slowly down until it barely graced the forest floor.

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    A magical world filled with mystery and wonder.  The trees seemed to speak to each other, I wish I had known what they were saying.

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    Although that year in Humboldt had its troubles ( we got my mom’s cancer diagnosis and I spent two months out of that time in Florida with her ), we look back on it very fondly.  The trees welcomed us and we would be happy to be among them again sometime.

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    favorite hike | fern canyon
    Deep in the Prairie Creek Redwoods but just a few steps from the ocean lies this completely magical place. You feel the temperature drop as you descend from the trail above, ferns and mosses completely cover the soaring canyon walls. I couldn’t stop smiling while we explored this incredible place!

    don’t forget |  to set your alarm
    If you want to catch a peek at the Elk herd in Prairie Creek. You’re more likely to see them in the large meadow outside the park’s visitor center in the early hours before the warmth of the day drives them back into the forest.

    what i love most | the light
    While Redwoods can be found in other parts of California, there was something about the combination of those giant trunks and the foggy coastal skies filtered the sunlight. No others are quite the same.

    See my Redwoods inspired LATITUDE painting, The Birds Are Singing In Your Eyes Today here.

    Images by me.

  • Finding Latitude. Glacier.

    Finding Latitude. Glacier.

    Every place that inspired the LATITUDE series has special meaning for me.  But there is one that stands out among the rest.  GLACIER.

    Finding Latitidue. Glacier. | artsy forager #travel #photography #inspiration #glaciernationalpark

    I knew long before setting eyes on Glacier National Park that it was a place close to my husband’s heart– which of course, meant that it would be close to mine in a way that we always find love for the things our partners love.  But I had no idea that seeing it would effect me so significantly.

    Finding Latitidue. Glacier. | artsy forager #travel #photography #inspiration #glaciernationalpark

    On our first trip up the Going To the Sun Road, I was overcome by the beauty and grandeur that surrounded me.  Blue skies met sliced mountain peaks, slivered waterfalls slicing into the green, windows down, Eddie Vedder singing to us through the speakers.  I looked over to my husband and we both had tears in our eyes.  We had found the place we both adored.

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    High up in Northern Montana, sharing it’s land with Canada, Glacier feels like another world.  Remote and wild, to see Glacier’s best requires hiking deep into her bowels, sharing the wilderness with grizzly and moose.

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    As much dramatic as Glacier’s soaring peeks and icy heights can be, there is a softer side.  The quiet found in the glassy reflection of Lake Bowman or Kintla Lake, the hush of the grasses along the North Fork river.

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    Glacier is where our souls find rest, the one place we’ve found that we never want to leave.

    favorite trail | ptarmigan tunnel trail
    I lovingly refer to this trail as “the death march”.  We embarked on this 10 miler after we’d already hiked 5 miles into Iceberg Lake and my boots were not in the greatest shape at that point and by the end of the hike, I could barely walk.  That being said, the views were spectacular and the trail grueling but isolated.  An excellent reminder of just how insignificant we are in this vast landscape.

    don’t forget |  bear spray
    There is a strong grizzly population in Glacier and we’ve seen more of them in this park than any other– from the car and from the trail. Making noise while hiking is the best way to keep from surprising one of the great bears– we sing or just shout out random words. Bear spray has been proven to be the best deterrent if a grizzly becomes a threat. Shooting one will just make it mad.

    what i love most | the wild
    While Glacier has it’s fair share of visitors, you can really get lost in the wild here without too much effort. You are sharing the same air as magnificent mountains and fierce predators, feeling lucky simply for coming back alive from each hike. It is an exhilarating place.

    Glacier inspired four paintings in the LATITUDE show, see them on my website here, here, here, and here.  LATITUDE can be seen at Art & Light Gallery through March 31, 2016.

    All images by me.