I have returned from Snowcamp. That is the "extreme painting" workshop I teach every winter in the White Mountains. It was a great time, I get the most wonderful students. On Friday night a small group of them went with me to see a band play. Saturday morning we were out in the snow at nine AM and I worked them like borrowed mules for three days.
Snow painting is , I guess< my specialty. I have done an awful lot of it and enjoy it more than any other time of year. It gives so much potential for designing the canvas.Here is one of the two demonstration paintings that I made. I worked on this for two mornings. I changed the thing around a lot. Here is what was really there. I left out the swimming pool and it's railing and turned the house into a period cape. I also made the line of the mountain in the back more varied. It was too much of a whale profile. I will work this up in the studio when I get a chance. I always do that. Many plein air societies have a rule that the painting needs to be done on location or only see 10% studio work. I don't qualify as a plein air painter by their definition, maybe I am not.....
Below are a few of my ten students ( I limit class size to ten) out in the snow with their easels. It wasn't really all that cold I think it was up to fifteen one day. We got two days with occasional snow and one bright, clear and cold day.
Below is the other demo from the three day workshop. In the afternoons I run from easel to easel to give each student as much individual teaching as I can, That is exhausting!
I look forward to Snowcamp every year. We are all in that big old Victorian inn on a ridge overlooking the whole Presidential range. We park our cars and let the snow cover them. We eat there and work long hours. We all eat together breakfast and dinner around a big round table in our private dining room.There is a lot of camaraderie and the students meet other painters and get to know them. Many friends have been made each year at Snowcamp and they exchange addresses and paint together after the workshop is over.
I make a point of being the last to leave the inn when it is over. As I load my equipment into my car I am always a little sad that it is over again. I had all these playmates, and then they all went home. Oh well, I will do it all again next Snowcamp.