The glistening green colour of the grass in the sun and the bright light on the walls of the houses across the street pumped me into painting mood again towards the end of the day from our driveway looking across the street.
Came back from work at 10 a.m. It was such a beautiful sunny morning that I set up my easel and tuned in to CBC Radio 2. Suddenly there came Bach's Cello Suite No.1 i-Prelude, and I seemed to have spotted a glimpse of heaven.
The sun came out in the afternoon. Looking out of the window, I could hardly believe what happened right on the street almost exactly 24 hours ago. A few ladies with dogs and baby carriage walking by with their leisurely steps , were far cry from the emergency scene we witnesses this time yesterday.
While I was in the thick of painting across the street around 1:30 p.m today, I noticed suddenly a plume of dust like smoke rising suddenly down the street. At first I thought it must be due to a gust of wind sweeping up the dirt on the street a few houses down on my right side. I was a bit concerned that the dust will fall onto my wet painting , then all of a sudden I heard siren in the distance, and in just a matter of few seconds to my astonishment, ambulances, fire engines , police cruisers all came passing by right in front of me and came to stop right there a few houses down the street . I heard the sickening sound of the smashing of the door by force, and then , and only then did I realized that the house on my right side was on fire! The rescue action was unfolding right in front of me. I walked across the street and did this quick oil sketch to mark the moment of emergency and tragedy in my neighbourhood.
At about 1 p.m today I walked across the street to paint as usual. It was cloudy and cold. The street was so quiet that the only other sound seemed to be the cheerful voices of the four little girls riding their bikes peddling energetically around the neighbourhood. Everything in front of me seemed to foretell another peaceful and uneventful day on Balmoral Bay. However, in just a matter of few minutes the serene and tranquil moment would end abruptly , and I would stand there witness a rescue and emergency mission unfolding right in front of my eyes.
Battling the cold and wind from the top of Town Center parking lot this morning I did this quick oil sketch looking down onto Rosser Ave of Down-town Brandon with Mackenzie Seed building looming large against a cloudy and wintry sky.
So windy and so cold ! when I set up my easel on the river bank around 4 p.m. It was very quiet there in the Dinsdale Park. The only other sounds are from the wind and crashing ice floating on the river which are occasionally interrupted by the honking voice of two lonely Canadian geese. For a few minutes the two geese stepped towards me with inquisitive look in their eyes as if puzzled by the lone human presence.
Cloudy and rainy towards afternoon. I set up my easel at the southern side of our house painting this view when a gentleman walked into my view with two identical dogs one running in front and the other trailing behind.
With the church building reflected onto the wet street , and with the warm springlike sunlight beating down my neck while painting this view on 13th Street today, I could sense the presence of spring in the very air I breathe.
With snow started to melt , and spring seemed to be not far away now. I did this quick oil sketch of our snow covered flowerbed in our backyard hoping that with the longer daytime I would be able to do more outdoor paintings.
It looks so beautiful when the full moon was on the sky and the street light was on . There was such a sense of serenity in this window view. I put another piece of canvas onto the easel and did one more oil sketch for today.
For my painting class today , I started another demonstration from the Gallery studio window with the same window view. The longer day time was very noticeable now when compared to the previous painting two weeks before.
It suddenly turned so cold today with the bright sunny sky giving the false impression of a warm afternoon. My hands got numb with biting cold and bone chill wind while I was painting from our patio looking over the hedges into Maureen's backyard.