travelled in July of '06 and '07 to give a 4-day workshop on travel
painting at Island
Mountain Arts centre in Wells, the funky little 1930s
gold-mining town near
Barkerville in BC's Cariboo region. My time was always too tight to
really focus on my own painting and my output was pretty limited, but I
quite satisfied with the ones I finished. Outdoor painting in the
Cariboo in the summer presents its own challenges, mainly blazing heat,
swarms of bugs and an absence of shade. As well, the landscape is not
especially dramatic --
more rolling hills than dramatic tableaux and pine forests like fur
rather than solitary, shadow-casting, picturesque trees. And the
are different: the greens are duller, more terre verte than
the viridians of the coast, and the shadows are more black than blue.
Or so it seems ....
There's a page on Wells from my Vanishing BC wanderings, click here.
2006, a double page in the sketchbook, from the edge of town looking
towards Moose Island
and the dying forest. This is the "red stage," I think they
the first year of pine-beetle infestation, the needles on the trees
turned to copper. Immense flat swampy meadow
with a few aspens or cottonwoods, interlaced with shallow buggy creeks.
A landscape of stripes.
Below: 2007, another double page. It was a cloudy, cool day, very unappealing and mosquitoey outside, so all the students set themselves up in the vacant top-floor classrooms of the Wells School (where the IMA programs are held) to take in the view out to the meadow and Moose Island. It's year two of the beetle infestation -- the "grey stage," I think it's called, with the trees standing dead in their boots on the hillsides. I liked the view as from it there was something of the sense of Wells as a collection of dollhouses -- the tiny bungalows built in the '30s for the miners and their families.
|Both years we spent mornings at Jack of Clubs Lake trying to capture the shifting light and reflections on its surface. The watercolour above is from 2006 and very early in the morning, about 6:30 am, the colours still blue and back-lit and the faintest ripple on the lake's surface. The one on the left is from 2007, later in the morning, one of those days where the changing breaths of wind render the lake silver and opaque one moment, mirror-bright the next.|
|The only watercolour I did from our trips into Barkerville -- a curious dwelling along the edge of Williams Creek. There's a particular quality to the BC Interior -- trees and rough shrubs and grasses clothe the land until it's dug or damaged, after which it stays rock and gravel, never healing itself.|