The first day, Scott did a bit of lecturing, and it was clear that having just seen the Anders Zorn exhibit in Boston was a very good thing for me. We discussed Sargent, Zorn and Sorolla quite a bit, and their influence in Scott's work was undeniable. My only disappointment came when he showed us his very first attempt at landscape painting... it wasn't nearly as bad as I had hoped. Ah well.
Off we went to grab a lunch and start plein air painting, Idaho-style.
Still waters, open skies and all those mountains were new to me. As you can see from Exhibit A.
It's pretty awesome. He is a great teacher, very generous with his talents and insights. He has the ability to frame a thought in multiple ways, reaching out to whatever learning style may be sitting in the class. I heard metaphors about golf, fly fishing and interior decorating. And if none of those rang your bell, he was ready to show and tell on the easel.This is an example of Scott painting over a study he had knocking around his studio. Yup... painting over it. Actually, by day 6 we all took a shot at it. His painting, not our own. Go figure!
We listened to classical music and discussed Roger Scruton. And to say his work is inspiring, well... you gotta see it to believe it. If you're looking for a quick review, here it is: worth the effort to get there.
And there being Victor, Idaho.
Yes, I know, you want to see what I produced. That's coming tomorrow, but prepare yourselves. I took Scott at his word- these were studies, not finished paintings. If you don't know or aren't sure what that means, you can see for yourself tomorrow.
The trip to Idaho, via Salt Lake City, started off with a bang. As opposed to the ringing of the alarm clock which had been set, but to PM rather than the much desired AM. So with 15 minutes to make it all happen, John and I showered, dressed, fed the dogs and bolted out the front door to a waiting car.
(note: ordering a car service the night before a 6:00am flight out of Logan is a very, very wise move).
Packing one carry-on with clothing and one checked bag full of paints, easel, brushes, etc. was interesting. If only John could have done likewise with his golf clubs. But rules are rules, and he quickly discovered that the TSA means business when they say no liquids. Only a momentary delay, though... as that unopened bottle of water hit the trash can.
The flights went well enough, although "extra" legroom is disputable. We arrived in Idaho Falls about lunchtime, which meant having to acquiesce to John's desire to find a local joint with whatever local color there is in Idaho Falls. Darned if there wasn't an attractive, somewhat artsy neighborhood to be found not far from the Walmart I hit up for a camp chair and bug spray! We parked right in front of The Snakebite, and it was terrific. The fish tacos were delicious, although I was tempted to ask what, exactly, they meant by "cod".
We were now well fed, and ready to see what we had gotten ourselves into for the next 8 days. On to Victor!
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