24 X 30 oil on canvas. for a larger image click on picture.
This will be the last studio work for a while as I am packing to head for Jackson Hole, Wyoming tommorrow morning to attend Scott Christensen's 10 day painting workshop. I am retooling again for another plein air adventure. It seem to be an ongoing process to find the ideal setup for outdoor work. I put together a setup that is light and fits into a backpack.
I haven't had time to let this one settle in to go over with the final value and color adjustments, but it is close enough to post.
This is yet another scene from the White mountains of California. The sky does some uniuqe things at 11,000 ft of elevation. You get a sense of being immersed in the sky. The sky is also a purer blue than I have ever seen before. The title of this piece is in reference to more than the obvious dead and live tree. The bristlecone are the Grandfathers of conservation. They survive the harsh elements an sparse rainfall by allowing the windward side of the tree to die off and keep the needles alive on the protected side. The found fallen trees next to living trees that were 7,000 years old and still intact. It makes me wonder how old the dead standing tree is in thin scene?