Welcome to the Cannon Art Studio

I started this blog page so I could share my art with friends. I plan to update it with new works. Check in every now and then, or join my followers. I would love to hear comments, criticisms, anything that will help in my quest to improve. Enjoy...

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Passing Storm

Passing Storm

I made this one up, from a photograph I saw.  I added the barn and roads and some clouds to be a bit more dramatic with the light.  I wanted to capture a sense of space and the big sky (although this is somewhere in France, not Montana).


It's always an adventure...

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Vineyard painting study 2

Vineyard Study 2

A charcoal study for an upcoming painting.  The light will be a big part of this one.


It's always an adventure...

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Over Hill 2



Another first layer pass for a vineyard scene.  Looks a little like the Kansas flint hills.  I might just do some of these and quit 'n leave it be.  This took me 15 minutes.  What?


It's always an adventure....

Monday, March 18, 2013

Overhill

Overhill

This is "day one" of paint layers for this painting of a vineyard in France.  I almost want to stop here and leave this as it is.  We'll see if it improves with more detail (or not improves).  A great experiment for me.


It's always an adventure...

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Featured Artist for March


I am Parklane Gallery's Featured Artist for the month of March, 2013.  I've been working on 7 new original works, now up on the wall in the front of the Gallery.

Hope you can come by.


It's always an adventure...

Friday, March 1, 2013

Chair in the Window

Chair in the Window


This has been a favorite photo of mine for some time.  It was taken in a bed and breakfast castle and is a view from our room out onto the small vinyard.  It is in Chorey, France, and was an unexpected find.  We slept with these windows open on a warm spring night.  It's far off the beaten path, south of Dijon.

I sat in this chair for awhile before sunset as a gentle misty rain fell and the frogs began to croak.  It was so quiet.  So quiet.  I could almost hear the hooves of a horse drawn carriage coming up the path as if 200 years past were that very evening.

I want to sit there now.  It's why I painted it.


It's always an adventure...