It runs in my blood. My great grandfather made literally hundreds of really odd landscape paintings. Apparently I’m following in his footsteps. Out of nowhere last week, I decided to pick up a bunch of art supplies. Jay’s latest artwork got me inspired.
I started about five days ago, painting a different scene from last fall and winter’s favorite fishing days. My last day of the spring 2010 winter steelhead season, a run on the Deschutes that Rob and I stole from Chris after he broke his rod on a fish, Jay hooked up with a big rainbow on the lower McKenzie, Ethan with his whale of a redside, my first chum salmon.
I can’t really draw, or paint. But what’s cool about this is what I remember. How much more detail is clear in my mind again. I’m going off photos, remembering the day, trying to copy down what it was like, rather than trying to make it look good. Buy a sketch pad and try it on your next two hour-long conference call. Seriously.
-MS
These rule, seriously.
Wow, these are great… good art comes from the heart. Nice work.
I rely like these. They’re very expressive. Some of my best meetings and conference calls at work have been achieved because I was sketching scenes of times on the river
I really like the chum salmon one.
Fearless and beautiful. I want to go where the peacock chum swims, amidst the scattered skeletons of a once-great forest.
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Matt. Art from the heart — true and pure. Thanks for sharing.
JN
Hey, I am an art student, and was doing some research for a project. I would just like to say that these are good. Don’t put yourself down, trust me it takes a lifetime of dedication to become good at anything, and I am nowhere close. If you really enjoy it, make it and work to improve. It’s all you can do.