Just Visiting • watercolor, 14x20"One question I am often asked is, "how long did it take you to paint that?"
My usual answer is, "47 years" (or however old I happen to be at the time), but the truth is that some paintings take a lot longer to get done than others. This one took awhile.
I started this piece way back in March but only just finished it last week. Actual painting time was probably only 30 hours but I rarely keep track of that kind of thing. I don't usually take anywhere near this long to get a painting done, but as the great John Lennon once said, "life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans."
First of all, I've been working on a lot of other stuff too (stay tuned!), and second, I believe that this painting got moved to the back-burner because of something I like to call the "Red Rock Crossing Curse."
You see, this scene has been about painted to death. And the unrepentant pagan deep inside of me thinks the Rock knows it.
Every would-be, plein aire, landscape scribbler who comes to Arizona wants to take a crack at Cathedral Rock's over-the-top majestic grandeur. And who can blame them? The light around sunset time turns this scene into an almost impossible to believe Technicolor wonderland. Especially in the fall when the the clear high-desert air outlines everything in crisp detail and the cottonwood and sycamore trees turn the color of Aztec gold. Yes, folks, this is the stuff that Southwestern dreams are made of. Even without the UFO.
So the Rock gets painted. A lot. I myself have painted it at least four times. And don't even get me started on the photographers. My veracity challenged tour guide friends tell me that Red Rock Crossing is the most photographed spot on the planet. I believe them.
I also believe that the Rock is tired of being painted and photographed and just wants to be left alone at this point. So it sends out its oh-so-subtle-yet-powerful vortex energy to infect the minds of artists like myself with a desire to procrastinate almost indefinitely.
But I have fought the curse and won. The painting is finally finished and you can even own it if you like, just drop me an email and we can haggle over price. Or, you can get yourself a print here.
I think this may be the last time that I ever paint Cathedral Rock. If the urge strikes again, I plan to lie down until the feeling goes away.
Thanks for looking.
DW
© Dave Wilder
My usual answer is, "47 years" (or however old I happen to be at the time), but the truth is that some paintings take a lot longer to get done than others. This one took awhile.
I started this piece way back in March but only just finished it last week. Actual painting time was probably only 30 hours but I rarely keep track of that kind of thing. I don't usually take anywhere near this long to get a painting done, but as the great John Lennon once said, "life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans."
First of all, I've been working on a lot of other stuff too (stay tuned!), and second, I believe that this painting got moved to the back-burner because of something I like to call the "Red Rock Crossing Curse."
You see, this scene has been about painted to death. And the unrepentant pagan deep inside of me thinks the Rock knows it.
Every would-be, plein aire, landscape scribbler who comes to Arizona wants to take a crack at Cathedral Rock's over-the-top majestic grandeur. And who can blame them? The light around sunset time turns this scene into an almost impossible to believe Technicolor wonderland. Especially in the fall when the the clear high-desert air outlines everything in crisp detail and the cottonwood and sycamore trees turn the color of Aztec gold. Yes, folks, this is the stuff that Southwestern dreams are made of. Even without the UFO.
So the Rock gets painted. A lot. I myself have painted it at least four times. And don't even get me started on the photographers. My veracity challenged tour guide friends tell me that Red Rock Crossing is the most photographed spot on the planet. I believe them.
I also believe that the Rock is tired of being painted and photographed and just wants to be left alone at this point. So it sends out its oh-so-subtle-yet-powerful vortex energy to infect the minds of artists like myself with a desire to procrastinate almost indefinitely.
But I have fought the curse and won. The painting is finally finished and you can even own it if you like, just drop me an email and we can haggle over price. Or, you can get yourself a print here.
I think this may be the last time that I ever paint Cathedral Rock. If the urge strikes again, I plan to lie down until the feeling goes away.
Thanks for looking.
DW
© Dave Wilder










