By W. R. Jones
I spent the last week in a workshop led by Jennifer McChristian. It was in Ojai, Ca. Very well organized, with varied interesting places to paint each day. I highly recommend study with this very skilled painter and dedicated teacher. Now, don’t jump to conclusions just because I can’t learn. It is not her fault.
I’m in training. Painting outdoors is a combination of pleasure and pain which can tilt either direction in a matter of moments. I find that it tends to lean toward the pain. No matter how simple the subject seems, after the first few brush strokes a transformation in the view occurs that makes it suddenly a lot harder to paint. I really want to shoot the next person who says, “just put the right color in the right spot.” Kiss my patootie.
One of the students, an English woman mentioned fox hunting. She had done this in her native country. You must be a pretty fair horse person to ride in a fox hunt I would expect. This brief discussion reminded me of a TV program where a man demonstrated training horses so that they would respond to the slightest movement of your legs/hips. You could almost control the horse through thought.
This looked so neat it made me want a horse, until…… I thought about all that training (I’m talking about the horse, not me). I don’t have the patience to train animals. My full and complete training of our dog went something like this. “Please try not to poop on the carpet. ”
I am a lot like those rugged horse people, in that after I fall off a painting, I get right back up and do it again. I just need more training.