April 22, 2017 § 3 Comments
Free slide talk and hike! Learn to identify clouds and get tips on how to and practice sketching them! Clouds are fascinating and learning more about them will open up a whole new world to you.
Friday May 26, 2017, 6:00 – 7:00 pm
Guanajuato Room, Ashland Library
Hike and Sketch
Saturday May 27, 2017
Meet at Ashland Shop N Kart parking lot to carpool at 8:30 am.
We will drive up to parking area at Hobart Bluff. You’re welcome to meet there as well. The caravan should arrive around 9:00 am.
To Hobart Bluff: Take Highway 66 almost to the Greensprings Summit. Turn Right on Soda Mountain Road and follow the gravel road 5 miles to the parking lot. There is a pit toilet here and plenty of room for cars to park.
Hike is 1 – 2 miles, and we will be sketching for about two hours.
Bring Hat, Water Bottle, Snacks, Sketching Supplies.
Come and enjoy the talk, even if you are not going on the hike.
The event is free but they would like people to register. Click here for more info:
March 30, 2017 § 4 Comments
I’m teaming up with artist Megan Headley to open a studio/galllery in Talent, OR called Project Space.
It will primarily be a teaching studio; Megan has Saturday youth classes lined up and I’m starting off with a foundational 10 week Still Life Drawing and Painting series. We will also be hosting art shows and lining up some community events.
We will open the location with an art show on Saturday and Sunday May 6,7 from 10 am to 4 pm. The show, titled Becoming a Mother/Losing a Mother consists of abstract paintings by Megan Headley exploring motherhood and my still life and landscape paintings made after my mother died this past fall. I’ve been exploring so many things, experiences, emotions and this work is almost like a diary or journal, much more so than any other work I’ve made in the past. We’re both looking forward to sharing the work with everyone!
So, save the date! May 6 and 7, 10 am – 4 pm at 106 Talent Avenue Suite 5, Talent, OR 97501.
March 9, 2017 § 2 Comments
February 27, 2017 § 4 Comments
Plein Air Landscape painted at the Oregon Coast last weekend. It was lovely to be at the ocean.
February 6, 2017 § 4 Comments
My friend David Rosenak is a landscape painter who found himself working closer and closer and closer to home and realized he had a lifetime of paintings to make without leaving his property. When he first revealed this to me I thought it was a little odd, but perfect for him – see more about him by clicking here. I compared my practice at the time to his and I was attracted to the convenience of it but couldn’t see how it could ever work for me. I tend to want to paint everything I see, all the time, everywhere I go. But I struggle to get things done and finish what I start so, David’s method stayed in the back of my mind.
We got a dog two years ago and started taking her on walks along this ditch trail about half a mile from my house. It’s a wonderful walk. You see close mountains and distant ones, close and distant trees, houses, shacks, weeds, farmland — there are just endless compositions to experiment with. And there are never any other people down there. So I started painting there a lot and have made five paintings I’m pleased with in the last year.
These are the latest paintings are from the ditch trail. Painted last fall and late summer. The evening one was painted when my mom was sick and I didn’t fully realize she was dying, but I was extremely stressed out and painting this was a good way to take my mind off of things. The last one was painted in the month after she died. The reason I bring this up is that when I look at these paintings I travel emotionally to the joyful feeling I had while making them. Writing this post, my mental sequence was, “Wait, when did you make these? Was it before mom got sick?” And I realized it was during her illness and right after she died. It is kind of shocking, but somehow there is life and spark in being outside and making landscape paintings, despite this generally being a terribly tough time. However, I don’t think I would have been able to do it if I didn’t have this comfortable and easy location to go to. Since my mom’s death, I feel like staying home (or closer to home) all the time. I really miss her. I think as the spring comes I’ll feel a little less like a hermit. And I don’t know if I have more paintings to make down on this ditch trail. It’s impossible to commit to something like that. Time will tell. But I do like working where it’s comfortable and safe.
Both measure 20″ x 35″. Painted en plein air over a number of sessions.
December 5, 2016 § 2 Comments
I’ve mostly moved inside the studio for the winter – here are a couple of paintings from back in the fall.
October 17, 2016 § 16 Comments
I still can’t quite believe it, but my mother, Mariah Hegarty passed away at age 61 on September 15, 2016. She had a very aggressive cancer that overtook her very suddenly. She was a model of how to leave the world with grace and I’m so grateful for the time we had and that she was my mom.
My mom has always been such a supporter of me in life and as an artist. She introduced me to art and to making art when I was very young by having a great collection of beautifully illustrated children’s books and by not allowing me to have coloring books or television and providing me lots of paper and crayons to draw as much as I wanted. Both my parents encouraged me to experience and observe nature which is a vital part of being an artist and a student. My mom also taught me, especially at the end to forgive others and yourself, which frees you up to experiment and make mistakes. She always let me take all the art classes I could find and just allowed me to pursue what I was interested in.
She loved beauty and our home was always an amazingly beautiful place. It was never cluttered or crowded, but had old and natural things, nice light, natural fibers. Simple, straightforward beauty. She taught me that beauty is found everywhere and this profoundly affects my choice of subjects when I paint.
Mariah Michele Hegarty — 3/18/55 – 9/15/16
Every Place I Ever Lived
tore my heart with its beauty when I left.
My final week in Florida I steal away
to the beach morning and evening.
At dawn the long smooth waves are bolts
of pewter-colored silk shot with silver
folding and unfolding at my feet.
Dolphins pierce the liquid platinum
like dark needles. The pelicans
–those homely angels–
glide just above the wave caps,
their open-armed wings spread wide.
Splayed across the sand
treasures of the ocean’s generosity*
Each fractured shard, tumbled smooth-
edged and cloudy teaches me
there is nothing broken
that will not be transformed.
– Mariah Hegarty