All my Pastels and pastel pencils were laying scattered on the coffee table for several weeks. Only for an hour in the afternoon the sun would shine into the living room. It was then that I would work on this small pastel (11 x 15 inch). When I can't be sure of the value (intensity) of my colors, I refuse to paint. Later, my hubby was so good to buy me a daylight lamp!
I first made an underpainting with the watercolor medium. Usually I go with gusto, and work and work on a painting till it's largely done. Slowing down my normal pace for this little pastel felt like "hibernation", but it did give me time to journal why I was taking on this small scene with so many details.
Again, unusual for me, because even in my choice of scenes I go for big and bold. I like to journal about the process of a painting anyway, because I can look back later and see how I solved certain painting problems.
The mystery of the snowpatch unfurled itself when I started thinking about the actual location where I took the pic for this painting.
Since I grew up in Holland, life does not seem complete if there is no wintertime. Now I live in California, whenever the snowlevel on the mountains drops to about 4000 feet, we make plans to drive 2 1/2 hours to Big Bear Lake to spend a day in the snow.
In the past, when our kids were little, we used to go up to that area - one time in the summer and one time in the winter. We had discovered an area where not too many vacationers would go to, because the road is unpaved. Our kids called it "the lumpy bumpy road" and made up songs about it, while our Suburban would hobble over the bumps of that road.
In the summer we would collect and dry the wild flowers we found along the way, and hiked as far as their little legs could carry them. In the winter this area was closed off for cars. We then walked and sled on this snowy road and inhaled the crisp virgin air of this incredible serene and breathtaking scenery.
The snowpatch is somewhere on this road, where the bank of a small stream is lighted by the sun, with overhanging branches as the focal point. This small scene tells about the seasons: dried up grass from the summer, branches stripped from leaves in the fall, all blanketed by the mysteriousness of the snow in the winter.
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