Showing posts with label desert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desert. Show all posts

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Oil Painting, Twisted Sister, 6x6 Oil on Canvas Board, Sedona, Arizona Landscape


This tree was on a trail that goes up from the Airport Vortex in Sedona, Arizona. We walked the trail until it became so narrow and hazardous that we wisely turned back. The view was breathtaking, and so was the thin air. Below is my husband enjoying the view from the wide part of the trail.



Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Sedona Sunset, 5x7 Oil on Canvas

I just paint what I see, and this is what I saw. I told you it wouldn't look real. A lot of things around Sedona don't look real, yet there they are.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Cathedral Rock, 20x20 Oil

After what I went through to get this scene, I thought it deserved a bigger painting, so this one is 20x20 on stretched canvas. My husband and I went to a park, looking for this view of beautiful Cathedral Rock. We turned the wrong way and hiked and hiked, but that was a treat, because it was a beautiful path along the river. We came upon a forest of cairns that people had built of stacked stones--hundreds of them. We finally found the above scene 100 yards from our car after we hiked back. This is a much-photographed Sedona spot, and you can see why.
Cairns

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Just Before Sunset, 5x7 Oil on Canvas Panel

This is my first attempt at a Sedona scene. We were waiting for sunset, and the light was just getting to that stage that's hard to capture. I will soon paint a sunset, but it won't be believable. They are just too fantastic-looking, just like Florida sunsets.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

My Sedona Journal

We just returned from a vacation in Sedona, Arizona, and I must say it was a drastic change of scenery. It is a magical place, and I don't mean the vortexes. Its beauty is rather overwhelming at times, and neither paint nor photos can do it justice. We had a hair-raising Pink Jeep Tour (I highly recommend it) that took us on top of the red rocks and gave us a scare almost as good as whitewater rafting. The views were astonishing. Watching the sunset is a sport there. Everything about it is different from our  home state of Florida, except Prickly Pears. Those things must be everywhere, and in Sedona they eat them. I can't imagine anything more painful than being a Prickly Pear Picker.

My next post will be original art, I promise. Of the red rocks of Sedona, of course.