Saturday, September 29, 2012

Time after Time...



Water Music is an 8x10 oil don in plein air by Shirley Fachilla.

About once every 18 months, the Chestnuts (my plein air group) paint many, many paintings of Nashville’s little gem, Radnor Lake. We then put those paintings on sale with a chunk of the proceeds going to benefit the park at Radnor. 
I joined in the paint-a-thon, of course and painted the babbling brook you see above. It depicts Otter Creek, a stream that flows into and then out of Radnor Lake. About two thirds of the way through my painting, I realized that I had painted the same stream from the same spot about 18 months before. 
This time the brook babbled and sang; last time, it was a dry creek filled with debris from prior flooding. Both times that very spot had a tremendous appeal to me as a painter. I have no words to explain why. Maybe the painting can.    
If you live nearby, please come see our show, Love the Lake Art Show, Friday Oct. 5 through Monday October 8, at the Radnor Lake Visitor Center, 1160 Otter Creek Road in Nashville, Tennessee. Times are 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. except on the last day when the show closes at 3. 

Monday, September 24, 2012

"The Long Light"



The Long Light is an 8x10 plein air oil by Shirley Fachilla.

“The long light shakes across the lakes
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer echoes dying, dying, dying.”
 The Splendor Falls
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tennyson is no longer a popular poet. He’s often thought of as too easy and not intellectual enough.
I agree that he’s not particularly cerebral, but I don’t think he’s easy. His poetry seems easy because it flows beautifully, the very sound of it echoing its meaning.  And though his meanings may not be intellectually challenging, they are universal.  For instance, the poem quoted is about much more bugles and echoes. Read it and see.
My painting, The Long Light, was done at Nashville’s Radnor Lake in the golden hour just before twilight. It’s destined for the Love the Lake Art Show to benefit the Lake.
The show happens October 5 through 8 from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. (except the last day which ends at 3) at Radnor Lake Visitor Center, 1160 Otter Creek Rd., Nashville, Tennessee.  
If you can, come see the show.   

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

"Where No Golf Ball Should Go"



Where No Golf Ball Should Go is a 14x11 plein air by Shirley Fachilla.
This is part of Hole 6 on the Canyon Course of SuperiorNational in Lutsen, Minnesota. Looks like untamed wilderness, right? Well, this part of the course as it follows Poplar Creek is wild, intimidating and yes, untamed. It’s made up of rushing water, tall firs and jumbled boulders.
I’m no golfer but I can attest that the balls that land in this stretch of Poplar aren’t playable. And because the t-box is on one side; the green on the other and the stream is down, down, down in between; plenty of balls plonk in the stream. I watched quite a few make the splash as I painted. A couple even ricocheted in.
My husband, the golfer, was playing the Canyon, and Superior National kindly allowed me to paint as he played. (His ball did not land in the water.)  So we both had a great time.   

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

"Good Morning, North Shore!"



Good Morning, North Shore! is an 8x10 oil on linen done in plein air by Shirley Fachilla.

As you may know from reading this blog, I’m a big advocate of painting in your own backyard, i.e. in your own home territory. This is because to me, the familiar, the ordinary hold a great potential for both beauty and meaning. You simply don’t need to wander too far afield to find the marvelous; it’s waiting for you just around the corner. With that said, today’s painting is not in my backyard… it’s in my friends’ backyard up in Cook County, Minnesota.
Cook County is this beautiful place that bumps up to the Canadian border, skirts the north shore of Lake Superior and contains a chunk of the huge Boundary Waters Wilderness Area. 
And my friends own a little piece of it! Lucky friends! Lucky us,we got to visit... and it was somebody's backyard!