And you know me, I'll try to blog as we go, so check back here every now and then to see how things are going, assuming I can find decent WiFi (WeeFee in espanol?) in the more remote areas I will be traveling into.
The entrance to the Prado. Who is the artist? Velaquez?
Then, we pack up and move on again. This time we ferry across the Mediterranean to Morocco and take a Grand Taxi into the Rif mountains to the small town of Chefchoauen. (Known as the blue town of Northern Africa.) Chefchoauen has been passed back and forth between the Berbers, the Arabs, and Spaniards a number of times over the past five centuries. And while still under the control of Spain in the early 1900's the walls were rinsed with strong blue pigment. So the light bouncing around in the streets must be intensely colored. Of course I will try to capture that. I'd better bring some extra blue. Probably phthalocyanine – a color I almost never use. Because phthalo is the crack cocaine of plein air painting.
The Puente Nuevo as painted in the 19th Century by Edward Angelo Goodall.
Watercolor & gouache, in a London private collection.
The Puente Nuevo as it appears today.
Aerial view of the Puente Nuevo and Ronda.
We will be staying in the Jewish Quarter on the rock outcrop to the right of the bridge.
This is a private trip with family and friends and not a plein air competition, invitational, convention, or expo. Which will feel nice. Even so I'll be doing a little business as we move around – painting, of course – but I'll also take some time off to chillax. (remember the tapas and tempranillo?...) I am shooting for 20 finished panels with the idea of exhibiting them over the winter and offering them to my collectors, but this trip is also a test. I've always wanted to combine painting with distant travel and my success over the past few years has offered me a chance to live this dream. So the bargain I've struck with my wife is this: I can paint undistracted from dawn to noon but I must be prepared to quit by then. Which sounds fair. For without such a clear cut-off I am sure I'd disappear into the day.
Of course, only one week after we return home I fly down to Laguna Beach to participate in the 14th Annual Plein Air Invitational for the third year in a row. But hey, I'm down with that. Life is good...