What I See
Paintings, Drawings and Photographs by Barbara Field (except where noted otherwise.) New stuff very often.
Saturday, July 19, 2025
Art's Search for Meaning
Tuesday, July 15, 2025
Memory and Canada Geese
Memory is a strange thing. It is entirely your own. People who experienced things with you in the same time and space sometimes don't have the same memories at all. You can hear them tell an entirely different story. Which perhaps isn't so strange, because we know we don't even have the same perceptions and understanding while things are going down. But after the fact, who's to say? Memories, like feelings, belong to you and have a truth and validity beyond verifiable facts.
Of course, now that I'm old (ish), memories take on a whole other complex dimension. First, there are TONs of them. Second, my brain is getting a little leaky. Finally, I keep more and more memories for (with and about) people who aren't around any longer. Old person's game: "Remember when _____" Thanks to the internet, we sometimes get to validate our memories. For a while, I couldn't find anybody else who remembered that diet Dr. Pepper used to come in a blue can. Well? The internet agrees, and there are even pictures. I remember those cans. Blue is my favorite color, and a young man I loved who had diabetes drank diet Dr. Pepper.
So what does all that have to do my painting of Canada geese? Well. potentially almost anything. The site of this painting's creation is a park in Alhambra called Almansor Park. Named for a street which was named by the same imaginative Washington Irving fan as the city. I think I remember that there used to be a trash dump on the site. I know that there was a trash dump somewhere in Alhambra (or at least super-close to Alhambra) where I took photographs in 1976 or 1977. The photographs featured a chimney silhouetted against the setting sun. I still have the prints. (I think, somewhere.) It's not easy (for me at least) to find much information at all about former trash dumps on the internet. Sensitive topic maybe. You can find reference to the fact that Alhambra Park and the adjacent golf course were built on a landfill. But they were built in the mid-1950s, possibly before I was born and definitely before I engaged in photography.
Who knows? I like Canada geese, except that their droppings are ubiquitous and messy. I understand, perhaps because I was told, that they originally migrated between cold climates and temperate climates, but migration is difficult, and some of them have permanently settled in more temperate climates. At least for now.
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Actual Developments
I have a website. This is it. https://www.barbarafieldpaints.com
I may move my blogging over the FASO platform too, although I feel some fondness and pangs of nostalgia for this old thing.
We are months into the Covid-19 pandemic, which has put a hold on meeting with my Saturday outdoor painting group. I've continued to stay in touch with the painting group, because I want to know how to find them when it's time to go out and paint again with them. Also the best way not to get resentful about missing out on stuff is to try to compensate with other stuff you can do. I've been setting weekly challenges for myself and the group so that I keep painting on Saturdays and sharing paintings with other painters. So anyway, if you happen by here and are interested in joining the Saturday painting group, you are no longer constrained by geography or discomfort about public painting. Let me know. You know how to find me.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Coasters
Since absolutely everybody reads this blog faithfully and remembers everything I say here, you will of course know that my dearest dream once was to make art for record album covers. Record album covers (that is cardboard covers for collections of music recorded on large vinyl disks,) have gone largely the way of my dreams. They haven't vanished, but have become much more rare, and are cherished out of proportion to their value or content.
Many years later, as I may or may not have mentioned here, I settled on a new dream of doing art for beer packaging. I quite like beer, and I have observed that beer labeling and packaging often displays art that is delightfully colorful, whimsical and evocative. I read stories of amateur artist friends of microbreweries designing beer packaging. I even imagined names for beer which I might illustrate. All amounting to naught, at least so far. There are also coasters for beer. One of my sons started collecting beer coasters, and I learned that traveling firefighters also liked to collect them. Beer coasters became free souvenirs of my travels and drinks.
I eventually learned that there is an art show that features art done exclusively on coasters; I believe it has given rise to a few other such shows. Starting last year, I participated in the coaster show. I will do so again next month. What is very cool about the show is that it's this kind of no-holds-barred show, with art of every ilk - cute, raunchy, figurative, abstract expressionist, what have you. The only thing the pieces have in common is that they are the size and shape of beer coasters. And there is a ton of them. I mean, when ever can you see a gallery show with between 700 and 1000 individual pieces of art?
A plug for Gallery 30 South, 30 S Wilson Ave, Pasadena, CA 91106, Coaster Show 2020, running October 5–30, 2020, to coincide more or less with Oktoberfest.
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Encouragement
I don't want to be that person who ruins art for someone else. What I want to do here, in fact, is to give my reader tools not to be that person either. I have taken plenty of art classes as a child and an adult from a wide range of instructors. I've weathered a lot of criticism of my work, some very valuable and some entirely unwelcome. I have done many hours of artwork along side many children of widely varying interest and capability. This is where I have collected my ideas. This is intended primarily for people speaking to children about their art, but I find it works with adults as well. It may also work for areas of human endeavor other than art.
Do not give unsolicited critiques or opinions. If someone shows you their work, you may assume they are soliciting your opinion. Never assume someone is seeking criticism or suggestions unless they explicitly ask.
When you give your opinion of a work of art, be sure that it is your opinion, and not a value judgement. Do not say it is "good" or "not good." If you like it, say so. Elaborate on what you like. "I love your colors. . . I admire your bold lines. . . Unicorns are my favorite things." You can talk about how it makes you feel, whether a picture feels peaceful or has a lot of energy.

Acknowledge effort. If it looks like someone is very skilled, acknowledge that it is clear they have put a lot of practice and effort into honing their abilities. Saying people are talented not only discounts the effort they have put into their art, but can be discouraging to others in the same space. Efforts in a particular piece of art might be speed or it might be the considerable amount of time that was put into it. You might note the looseness and freedom of the technique or the precision and detail.
Do not tell any artist, particularly a small child, that they have to sign their work, unless you are paying for it, or it is to be handed in to a teacher. Whether or not an artist signs a work is entirely up to them, and a signature is an element which they may or may not wish to add. It is like telling the artist to add clouds or the color red, which you also shouldn't do, unless the artist asks you, "what else do you think I should add?"

Discourage frustration and feelings of failure. You can quote Bob Ross, "There are no mistakes; only happy accidents." Discourage people from wadding up drawings and throwing them out. Point out that mistakes are part of practice, and practice is how you build skill. You may suggest they try to rework the rejected piece into something they are happier with. Or that they keep it for a while to see their progress and improvement.
Acknowledge choices. Creating at all is a choice. As is what you create - the size, shape, color, medium, composition, subject, abstraction. Every single element of a work of art is the artist's choice. If you tell a young artist, "I like how you grouped the bright colors and oriented the paper lengthwise," you are also letting them know that they have power and agency, at least in this place, and that their possibilities for creation are infinite.
This post is delightfully illustrated with pictures made for me by Ruby, Chris, Nayeen, Angie and Anonymous.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Anything Can Happen
I'm sitting here on the cusp of a new year and a new decade. I'm as willing as the next person to infuse this moment with meaning. I haven't been in these parts for a good long while. So the last day or two, I've seen a lot of stuff posted on social media and heard some right from the mouths of humans that 2019 was a hard year, and let's hope 2020 will be kinder. Yeah, I could echo that sentiment, but 2019 coughed up some really nice moments too. On a personal level, I experienced two lovely weddings of family members, traveled to Iceland and Tulsa, Oklahoma and points in between. I read good books and did good works and made art. A few friends have made it through some big health challenges. In some of my favorite bits of news, new baby tortoises were born in the Galapagos, and AI is being developed into prosthetics for little kids who otherwise couldn't walk. And I've remembered that anything can happen. Which is both good news and bad news. I've passed the middle of my life, and my expectations trend toward the reasonable. You know, it's nice just to be here. But it is solidly within the realm of possibility that 2020, or some other year that hasn't yet happened, could be my best year ever. It could even be all our best year ever. However it shapes up, let's pull some good things out of it.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
On Time
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Grinding
This is a picture of San Marino's Old Mill - El Molino Viejo in Spanish. I've painted this old mill several times before and since. Some of my efforts were posted here. I think I've previously said most everything I have to say about the Old Mill, except this. When I was a kid I visited someplace far from home, and there was an old mill there. Which I found quite surprising. I thought we had the only one. But in reality, they are all over the county. Flour is something that an awful lot of people use, but it takes a lot of power to mill it. There are real economies of scale to employing a source of power greater than elbow grease - such as water or large animals - and to making a bunch of flour at a time. I'm guessing that since there was kind of a public interest in mills anyhow, it was easy to transition them to museums and interpretive sights when the means of production advanced technologically.

In order to catch up my blogging to my painting, which matters not at all, I'm aggregating a few images of the same subject. I think it makes more sense then combining unrelated images that happened to be painted around the same time. Although it will be harder to keep track of. The last picture is the most recent one, but a different view. The picture with the chuppah set up for a wedding is the oldest; it was taken before the vines were taken off the building. I thought the Old Mill might look much less interesting without vines, but it doesn't look too bad and it's easier to paint in the bargain.
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Not Counting

I've been going out and painting for a few years now. Since early 2010. Almost every week. So? More than 400 paint outs? A lot of painters. A lot of places. Not too many miles. Less than 10,000 hours. No regrets. Some paintings.