Kurt Plinke, Artist and Naturalist - What's New? Blog

Spring Soon?

Fri, 11 Feb 2011 15:54:42 -0800

Long time since I've posted anything new....

Winter may be waning, and I for one am ready. The snow has mostly missed us here on the eastern shore, but the cold has stayed beyond it's welcome. I can't wait to paint a sprig of forsythia from life as it blooms along the bank by the studio.

During one of the many light snows this Winter in Greensboro, my wife Ruth and I watched the sun rise through new fallen snow on the road to the river. The snow clung to every branch and ice covered what snow could not. It was magical. I watched a barred Owl glide silently by us in the half-light as the sun peaked over the hill, heading to a grove of pines. The holly trees by the river cast an emerald glow over the snow by the water. It really was magical.

In the studio, I've been experimenting with claybord, a product made of masonite and a thin layer of clay, manufactured by a company called Ampersand. after some fits and starts, I have learned to like the way the surface behaves with watercolors. At first, the paint resists the clay surface but after an initial wash the manner in which the paint can be lifted and moved about is really interesting. Like egg tempera, watercolor on claybord can go back and forth between lights and darks, opaques and transparent layers.

I'm also looking more deeply at combining very quick, loose effects with extreme detail in my pieces on paper. The more of these I complete, the more I like the effects. On the surface these paintings look simple, but making the transition from loose brushy strokes to photorealism takes some thought. I do love the results. When I finish a painting that combines these two techniques, and do it right, the paper just feels right. I have to do more of these.

See you in the studio soon!

Greenbriar Dweller, 16" x 20" by Kurt Plinke. Watercolor on Claybord

Hot Day in Easton

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 17:34:55 -0800

Holy Cow was it hot in Easton today. I was there for a one-day outdoors exhibition of arts and crafts, in conjunction with the Easton Plein Air Arts Festival. The bank thermometer said that it was 107 degrees and I, for one, believe it. The trees were steaming in the little park across from Clay Bakers, but that did not deter the crowds who were in town for the festival.
Un the morning, the annual Quick Draw fast painting competition took place, and there were oil painters surrounding us as we set up for the exhibition. About twenty artists and craftspeople set up in the park.
I had a good day. Sales were slow, but I saw and talked to a number of students of mine, past and present. It was fun seeing Barb, Judy and the others in a setting outside of a classroom or studio.
I also met with several people who said that they would like to try painting in the studio on Tuesday night. Of course, they are invited, and I hope that they sho up soon. It's always fun seeing new painters in the group on Tuesday.
In the end, a painting was of mine

Friends of Patuxent exhibit

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 19:16:53 -0800

This is the 17th year that I have participated in the annual Friends of Patuxent art show, at the National Wildlife Visitor's Center, on the grounds of the Patuxent Wildlife refuge, near Washington, DC. The show is on Saturday and Sunday, at the visitor's center.
The Patuxent show is one of my favorite events every year. The facility is a great venue for a show, and the FOP volunteers are a wonderful group. If you have a chance, come on over and see the show.

Snow!

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 06:54:34 -0800

It's been a while since I've entered on this blog. Today, we're all stuck inside and my workshop, set for today, has been rescheduled, so I guess I have a little time. We are really getting snow here at the studio, and across the Eastern Shore. We are expecting at least fifteen inches of snow today, and the winds are supposed to kick up to near blizzard conditions later in the afternoon.

These kinds of snows, ones that come up the coast from the south, are the real snow-droppers in our area. Nor'easters, they are called, and when they slow down over our area, we can really get dumped on. It looks like this is going to be one of those days.

I always think about small birds on days like today. All of their food sources are buried deep beneath a thick layer of snow. I've already gone out once to fill the feeders in my backyard, and a huge number of birds are using the feeders, despite the wind and snow. So far, I've mainly been bringing in White-throated Sparrows, Juncos, Song Sparrows, House Finches, Cardinals, Chickadees, Titmice, Red-Bellied Woodpeckers and Blue Jays. I expect an influx of doves and blackbirds as the day goes on. A Cooper's Hawk has been scoping out the feeders, too. I imagine that by tomorrow, there will be poofs of feathers under the trees near the feeders. I guess that Coops have gotta eat, too.

With any luck I'll settle in, stay warm, watch the feeders and paint for the next few days.

A chickadee at one of my window feeders.

Painting Lots of Spring Things

Fri, 15 May 2009 19:14:15 -0800

It's funny how cyclical life has become. Each year, I look for the same indicators of the passing of seasons and the return of old friends.
It seems I look for Spring Beauties, Fish running up the river, Jack-in-the-pulpits, Adding compost to the gardens, and the annual shower of pine pollen to signal the passing of ice and snow, and the coming of longer evenings and the beginning of dreaded Eastern Shore humidity.
During this time, I begin feverishly painting wildflowers, scouring the woods for every bloom, so that I can paint them before they fade. This week, it is Columbines. Next week, the beginning of orchids. Soon, the canopy will close in across the woods, and the flower show will shift to fields, where light continues to reach the soil.
On a less happy note, I saw a bird get hit by a car yesterday. A male Yellow-breasted Chat flew out of a bush and into the car in front of me Wednesday morning on my way to school. I held it for a moment on the side of the road, as it died. Then I did as i always do, photographed it, sketched it, and planned a painting in it's honor. I have ten small thumbnail sketches of chats now, quick idea drawings for a soon-to-be memorial of this very cool little bird. Sad though, this is one of my favorite warblers, and not a really common bird. When I finish a painting, I'll post if here.

Taste of Caroline

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 06:37:48 -0800

This weekend in Denton, Maryland is the annual Spring Gala, on Saturday evening. If you haven't attended in the past, you have missed some great food, good music, lots of great artwork, and all of the best that Caroline County has to offer.

I'll be there with my artwork, although I confess that the real reason that I go is the food. Restaurants that have served their best have included, in the past, Harry's from Greensboro, The Lily Pad, The Public House, The Emerson House, and lots of other great restaurants from Caroline County.

At least a dozen artists will display their artwork, too. If you've never seen the diversity of style among the artists of the county, this is a great venue to get a feel for the array of artwork

Jack-in-the-Pulpits and Prothonotaries

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:00:00 -0800

Over the past weekend, my son and I took our first canoe trip of the spring down the Choptank. The water was high, and we glided down the river with very little effort. The water was cool the air was warm, and small birds were flitting among the budding-out branches. best birds of the trip included Ospreys, three bright yellow and blue-gray Prothonotary Warblers, a Yellow Warbler, some Blue-gray gnatcatchers, a female Mallard with a brand-new brood, and a Green Heron. The canoe let us slip right up on these, without making a sound. Overhead, there was the constant refrain of Laughing Gulls, reminding us that this was a river close to the bay.

As we cruised downstream, we also saw our first Jack-in-the Pulpits of the year, as well as some almost-open Indian Cucumber Root. Ferns were unfurling fiddleheads all along the bank, and the sound of turtles plopping into the water was almost constant.

We put-in at Red Bridges, and took our canoe out of the water in Greensboro at the Carnival Grounds. The river above Greensboro is unspoiled for three-fourths of the way, and we only saw a couple of other people the entire trip.

Turkey Tracks, Spring Beauties and Peepers

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 10:15:35 -0800

Early one morning over the Easter weekend, I walked down towards the Choptank. The woods was wet from rain, and a mist rose among the sweet gums and maples near the creek. With the fog and tall tree trunks, the scene was almost primordial as I headed downhill towards the distant sound of rushing water.

As I slowly moved towards the river, I began to hear the chirping of hundreds of Spring Peepers, those small frogs that announce the coming of warmer weather evry year. With their calls echoing in my ears, I saw fresh turkey tracks coming out of the sandy uplands and heading down the dirt road towards the water. I followed the tracks for a while before they veered left and off the track. As I came level with the spot where the tracks left the road, an explosion of noise silenced the peepers, and made me jump. A huge tom turkey had been crouched in the tall weeds at the side of the road and had burst from the brush to fly away. We were about six feet apart when he took off, his huge wings beating rapidly until he cleared the tops of the tall trees in the wet woods. I watched in awe as he flew out of sight through the leafless early spring trees.

I continued to walk towards the water, until the leaf litter was covered with a thick layer of spring beauties, those small delicate spring flowers that dot the lowlands on the eastern shore. Individually, these little five-petaled flowers are barely noticeable. Taken in mass, however, thousands and thousands of blooms seem like a natural carpet on the forest floor. A stood for a while to appreciate the way that these early spring plants can change the entire way the woods are viewed.

Right at the water's edge, A heard the scolding, buzzing calls of several blue-gray gnat-catchers over my head. I finally saw one of the little birds, acting like brightly colored wrens, twitching their tails as they flitted from branch to branch.

All of these scenes reminded me that winter was gone, and that we would soon have a mantel of green over our heads when all of the trees erupted with millions of leaves. Soon, mosquitoes will fill the air, and the fly catchers will feast, as will the bats as they zig from one meal and zag to the next.

Of course, the turkeys are here year-round, but it seems the only time I every get a chance to really see them is in the spring, as they loose their caution and have less places to hide.

I can't say that I'll miss the Winter, with it's cold blasts of air and all of that wood to cut and haul. I will miss Spring, though, as it quickly gives way to Summer. I love the early spring sights and sounds, the cool mornings and the chance to again see things that I have missed since the previous year.

Ospreys, Perch and Early Morning Winds

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 18:40:29 -0800

I was wandering towards the river this morning, following the old Red Bridges Road as it cuts across the wooded swamp behind my studio. The Choptank River runs along my property, and at this time of year, a number of fish species make their annual run up the river from the Chesapeake Bay to spawn. Right now, White Crappies, Herring, Shad and White Perch are in the river, heading towards their traditional spawning spots.

As I walked closer to the river, I could hear the call of several Ospreys. The wind was blowing, and bud-swollen branches clacked together around the old dirt road as I walked towards the loud calls of the Ospreys. Shortly, I could see them... a pair of fish hawks, wheeling above the river.

Suddenly, one of the pair folded it's wings and splashed into the shallow water of the Choptank. It quickly was airborne again, with a big silvery herring in it's grasp. Both of the birds headed downriver, towards their nest on a power line support. Soon they would be raising their brood in the big nest among the metal bars and wires. All spring and summer, these Ospreys will frequent the Choptank, taking fish from the shallow waters to feed themselves and their young.

The fish, however, will come and go. Perch are the most numerous, both Yellow Perch and White Perch. I catch a few, as do others. But the king of the fishermen is the Osprey, hovering and chattering over the river. It is always a pleasure to see them each spring, wondering what they will catch, and how their families will make out as Spring becomes Summer along the Choptank River.

The Perch are In

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:34:52 -0800

Yellow Perch arrive in the Choptank River behind the studio about this time each year, A sure sign of spring, they show up at the same time as little five-petaled Spring Beauties. Today, as I was walking along the bank, I noticed their long strands of eggs in the water.

The water in the Choptank is low from lack of rain, but the fish still come, driven by thousands of years of instinct.