Rainy Days and Mondays
Remember that song? Karen Carpenter sang those words, "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down", and we all sang along. Perhaps, maybe not all of us, may just those of us over the age of 50. Those of us who loved those harmonies and sweet sounds by the brother and sister duo.
There was and still is an irony in that sentiment, and I draw your attention to the feelings we have when we bundle up for a stroll in the forest or along the shoreline on just such a cloudy breezy day. It may be grey but do we ever love the feeling, all bundled up, the cool breeze on our face and looking forward to hunkering down afterwards with a nice hot coffee or soup and freshly toasted bread!
Such is the vibe around cloudy stormy paintings. It only takes a click or two around robertmcaffee.com to know that yours truly gravitates to these kinds of scenes. As an artist it is easy, perhaps somewhat normal to just present the sunny skies, it's not about the storm but more so about the rescue, the comfort that comes thereafter.
Many times as I travel the rugged northlands of Ontario and the Maritime's I choose September and October as my go there season. It's cooler, windier, stormier, cloudier, etc, etc. You know what I'm saying. The drama flows over the crests and through the trees. The sketches done on small canvases and birch boards are usually rendered very quickly for all the above reasons, lol, get it done and get back to warmth and safety. Those little sketches are usually rushed and simplistic, capturing the very essence of the scene. The details and fine tuning can be accomplished later in the studio.
I ask you, isn't that ruggedness the very thing we so love? When you can almost smell the wood, the green moss, the morning rain? If you focus even on the tiny sketch you can envision the brush, the branches rubbing against your shoulders. That's my goal, to allow you, the viewer of the art to experience with me those essential elements of being there in the charm of the moment. Consider, if you will, that a Robert McAffee painting is not just a painting of trees and lakes, it's actually your very own personal window, a portal to places you have been to or wish to return to from wherever you may be at this very moment.
May you breath the air, feel the breeze, and all while you sip your coffee or other warm comfort beverage. As you retire for the evening and begin to relax, this is that moment that happens as you settle on the side of your bed, contemplating the glorious sleep that is moments away. There on the wall in front of you is that moment that sets your dreams in motion. Your very own small, medium or even large McAffee filling your mind with peace and rest.
This I hope is the case. For those who have their own McAffee, I thank you. For those who are considering, I invite you. Join the family, enjoy the essence.
The Artists Journey
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.