Tag Archives: plein air painting
JUST A SKETCH OR TWO
Some time ago I tagged along with my artist husband to experience, first hand, what it’s like to paint outdoors. Most of these excursions don’t produce final masterpieces, but are more of a study in light, shadows, feeling the environment … Continue reading
SMALL TOWN LIVING
ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© Oh, those lazy days of summer, leave me wanting better things, When days are long and nights are warm, with all that nature brings, A quiet street has come to life, as morn drifts into … Continue reading
SUNFLOWER PAINTINGS
I wasn’t able to go along, due to my asthma. It seems harder to breathe these days. I did manage to paint at home however and came up with the painting at the top. Longing for the days when the … Continue reading
SONSHINE
ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© Paul is taking his plein air painting group to a sunflower field to paint today. One of my favorite flowers to paint – not only because of their beauty, glory and delicious color, but … Continue reading
WHAT’S ON YOUR WINDOW SHADES?
ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© My husband, Paul, is a plein air artist. He paints most everything outdoors. Once he asked permission to paint a barn and the caretaker of the building said he would need to … Continue reading
PAINTING OUTDOORS
You rise with the sun to catch the first light, perfection is right in your grasp, You set up your easel, lay out your paint, your brush is held tight in your clasp, Surrounded by nature and fresh, clean air, … Continue reading
LOOK WHAT THE RAIN BROUGHT IN
Yesterday I wrote about the lessons we can learn from God’s smallest of creatures. As soon as I completed the article I noticed a trail of those miniature critters moving into my kitchen. Apparently they knew that rain was coming and … Continue reading
PLEIN AIR INSIDE
\ ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Some days you have to paint inside, unless you’re made of steel, The weather doesn’t coincide, the wind chill makes you reel, Inside the studio you hide, until your fingers … Continue reading
