Four of the six amigas decided to do plein air painting on the beach at Los Muertos today. Instead of Adrian Rojas, the usual teacher who is out of town, we had Quetzal Cocoatl instead, who arrived at Art Vallarta with a big smile.
After paying our dues and buying canvases, we rolled down the hill will all our supplies to set up shop under the palapas at the Tropicana hotel.
We were each given a portable easel, selection of acrylic paints and brushes, and the guidance of Quetzal for the morning. It took a few moments to decide where to set up our easels for the most optimum subject matter. I decided to face north towards the pier.
Quetzal sketched out a beach scene of umbrellas and chairs for Barb to paint, while Janet, Maggie and I opted for landscapes, and Kathy decided to do a portrait of Maggie.
A group of French Canadian men from Montreal came by to see what we were up to and spent quite a bit of time admiring our work. As you can see here, I began by sketching out the motif in yellow ochre and started to block in non-naturalistic colours.
Maggie’s first landscape started off well with a beautiful cloudy sky the colour of her shirt.
My piece progressed more or less slowly, since I got a little bored with the subject long before it was actually done.
Barb’s piece came along nicely, and Quetzal embarked on a portrait of Maggie painting.
Kathy blocked in the background colours around Maggie’s figure.
Janet decided to go for a more naturalistic approach, using blues and greys for her beachscape.
After completing the landscape of Conchas Chinas, Maggie began a new figurative piece we called “The Pink Man”, a portrait of the seated man in front of her.
Everyone continued to work away assiduously on their respective paintings, adding colour and detail.
Below is the actual pink man, a very suntanned French Canadian from Montreal.
I was beginning to like my painting more as I added more pinks, purple, and lilacs to the foreground.
Somehow, the pink man became aware that he was the subject of a portrait image and he, along with his posse, strolled over to check it out.
Happily, the pink man decided that he had to have the canvas as a souvenir of his vacation and a deal was made; he walked off with a MM original, to the delight of all.
Whereapon, Maggie decided to buy the portrait that Quetzal had painted of her, once again to the delight of all.
In these photos, my piece looks a bit washed out – it’s more vibrant in the flesh, so to speak.