Limited Palette, Unlimited God

I have always had this “bent” towards the visual…using pictures and illustrations to tell a story. In the past I have worked illustrating curriculum and stories for publications and companies. Jesus used word pictures to illustrate stories and ideas. One of my favorite illustrative stories Jesus told is in Luke 15, and starts in verse 11 with these words, “A man had two sons….”. It proceeds to give us a glimpse of our corrupt heart, and of Gods grace.

One week ago I was standing before a landscape with my easel set up to paint,  and the image before me seems to illustrate the difficult times that we are in the middle of. My artist friend Pete Quaid and I went out in the dreary, cold morning to paint. We started in Dallas, but could find nothing of interest so we headed up 75 towards McKenney, Texas. The redbuds are in bloom along the highway and when up against the dark cedars, they can be very dramatic. We found an interesting spot just off the road with these two elements… cedars and redbuds and stopped and set up our easels in the cold, misty morning.

Cedars in the Mist, plein air oil on panel, 12 x 9 – Yes, I left out the redbuds.

As I looked at the scene that stared at me waiting for the brush to meet the canvas (panel), I thought of how we were in a time as a nation and individually that we can not see very far ahead… the “road” of our lives seemed to be heading into the unknown, the uncertain; like a car heading down the highway into the mist. The dreary weather revealing nothing of what was to come.

Detail of “Cedars in the Mist

It is easy to forget, in our “warm and fuzzy”, Disneyland culture that God is in control, even in the tough things. His mercy sometimes comes in the form of a wake up call, jarring us out of meaningless slumber and pointing us back to the simple truth that He is God and we are not. As a father wants his children to trust him, God wants us to trust in Him.  “  Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” I Peter 5:6-7

God is all powerful, all knowing and he loves us with a crazy love.  Romans 5:8 says “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”

And God is the only one who can take evil, or sickness or any other broken, twisted thing is this  world and turn it for good. The current threat of the COVID 19 virus is definitely something He will use to point us back to His love and mercy. Because God is good, He will use everything for our good. Even a virus. We have to trust the one who holds tomorrow as well as today.

If you are a believer, if you know Christ as Savior and Redeemer, trust Him during these uncertain times.

“These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.”

John 16:33

If you don’t know the God who created you, you can know Him through Christ. You will find in Jesus forgiveness and peace in this life, and unimaginable things to come in the life to come.

“ But what does it say? “THE WORD IS NEAR YOU, IN YOUR MOUTH AND IN YOUR HEART”–that is, the word of faith which we are preaching, that if you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved; for with the heart a person believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation.”

Romans 10:8-10

Another Day is Coming

“It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.” 

— C. S. Lewis

It is a loving God who calls us to Himself. It’s a loving God who reminds us that earth is not the “end game”, but that another world is coming. It is a loving God who brings us to the reality of our need for Him. Trust Him.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:6,7

For additional resources, check out Eternal Perspective Ministries here:

https://www.epm.org/

The Mechanics…

This painting, Cedars in the Mist, was created using a limited palette. Pretty much everything I paint these days is done with a limited palette. I change up the colors, trying different combinations of primaries and palette options. I am convinced that this is an excellent way to approach oil painting, especially plein air work.

This painting was done starting with a Quadratic Square palette, starting  with Cadmium Yellow Light, Alizarin Crimson and Ultramarine Blue as the three primaries.

Fig. 1 – Quadratic Square palette selecting Yellow-Orange, Green, Red and Blue-Violet as palette colors.

A Quadratic Square palette is simply picking four colors on the color wheel, skipping two colors in between (using a 12 color wheel) See Fig. 1 above. The four colors I choose to be the only colors on my palette, or “limited” to my palette,  were Yellow-Orange (mixed from Cad. Yellow Light and Alizarin Crimson), Alizarin Crimson (straight from tube – the only tube color) Green (Mixed from Cad. Yellow Light and Ultramarine Blue) and Blue-Violet (mixed from Alizarin Crimson and Ultramarine Blue).

The secondary and tertiary colors plus the one  tube color of Alizarin Crimson as the red, end up being the only colors on my palette, hence the “Limited Palette”. I add to these colors White and a Portland Grey Light and Portland Grey Deep. These greys, made by Gamblin are fairly netural and save time from mixing greys with the palette colors, which I do if I have the time. See Fig. 2 below.

Figure 2: Limited palette. 4 colors, plus white and two greys.

One of the major benefits of working with a limited palette is color harmony. The painting is forced to have harmony without the presence of discordant color. Another benefit, especially when working in plein air it the simplicity of the palette. Painting outside in changing lighting and conditions, a limited palette can speed up the process.

Duo Exhibition – Donna & Steve Miller

Show hanging at Uptown Theater, Grand Prairie, Texas thru end of April, 2020

The March 20 Reception scheduled for this show has been cancelled.

My wife, Donna, and I have original Art and Photography for sale at excellent prices. The work consist of Donna’s beautiful Photography and my original oils, pastels and giclee prints. All works are ready to hang and can be purchased at deep savings.

The subject matter of this beautiful exhibit varies from wildlife, to rural scenes, to urban environments. 

I also have a selection of larger, Signed & Numbered Limited Edition Prints on Canvas, also framed and ready to hang. These giclees are of the highest quality and represent the original work with excellent color accuracy.

The show is currently hanging and will hang until end of April.

One last encouraging word….

“These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.”

John 16:33

Sometimes I Whine…

I hate to admit it, but its true. Sometimes I whine about things. And usually, they are insignificant things that don’t really matter all that much in the “big picture”. I am reminded of this from time to time when I see someone living out a life I can only imagine. I have met beautiful people who take care of handicapped or special needs children day in and day out, showing the rest of us what love from a Heavenly Father really looks like. These folks are a gift from God and a reminder that all of life is sacred, from conception to the grave.

One such person is a friend of my wife and I. Her name is Beverly. We met Beverly at a prison ministry event, and we instantly related to her because she was from Tennessee, where my wife and I grew up and met.

“Alec” – Charcoal on gessoed panel

A few years back we visited Beverly and met her son, Alec. Alec was born with hydrocephalus and the doctors said that he would not live beyond 4 months. That was 41 years ago and Beverly has been taking care of her special needs child most all of these 4 decades. I can’t imagine the true labor of love and exhaustion Beverly endured these past years. The night we visited, I shot some photos of Alec as he sat strapped to his wheel chair. I had planned on doing some kind of artwork from the photo reference, but I had some camera/lighting issues and the photos laid dormant for a few years.

We recently found out that Alec had passed away. The beautiful gift from God who was not expected to live more than 4 months had lived 41 years. Donna and I went to the memorial service which was a blessing to witness. We saw many photographs that displayed a precious life from the hand of God.

A day or two later I revisited the photos I had shot several years earlier and decided to try a charcoal drawing of Alec. I worked on gessoed panel. The image above is the result – a charcoal drawing I presented to Beverly a few days ago.

Thank you Beverly, and many others, who show us what true love looks like.

For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.

Psalm 139:13-14

Limited Palette

I believe one of the many things that bring glory to God is beauty. Of course beauty is from His hand; it is His idea. It is part of who He is. Beauty surrounds us… from the very small design of a snow flake to the awesome and vast landscapes and the wildlife that inhabit those landscapes, to the billions of spiral galaxies and the incomprehensible expanse of the universe. God is a God of beauty.

Therefore, I view painting as an attempt to point to the beauty God has created. Art that brings Him glory can be viewed as a simple reminder of His glory.

The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1

This brings me to the subject of this post… a limited palette. I started out thinking I needed 20 tube colors to do the task at hand. The more the merrier was my motto for several years. But, I have stepped off that thought process and cut those colors down to three various combinations of primary colors. (usually).  

Limiting the palette does not limit the results that are possible. When I started experimenting with a limited palette several years ago,  I originally thought the results would be as it’s name implies, very limited. However, the opposite seems to be true. Limiting the palette actually solves some of the problems inherent to painting.  Right out of the shoot, a limited palette brings color harmony to a painting. It also fine tunes the color mixing process. Not to mention it simplifies the whole painting process.

After experimenting with several limited palettes the past few years, I recently I tried a limited palette of Cobalt Blue, Cadmium Yellow Light (which I have used in other limited palette combinations) and Grumbacher Red. If you wonder why Grumbacher Red, let me tell you I choose this particular red because of a deep philosophical journey…. It was all I had at the time and was too broke to buy any other 😊 The tube I found is very old, and I believe Grumbacher Red is no longer made. Other reds come close.

This is a limited palette of primaries, and of coarse it alters all colors mixed from it. Cobalt blue is not a strong, deep blue like Ultramarine Blue, so to strengthen the dark values I also added Gamblin’s Chromatic Black. When I try a new limited palette, I try to paint several paintings from the palette to make sure I have my feet good and wet in the colors. Below are examples of three paintings from this limited palette.

Down Time, 12 x 24 Oil on canvas

This first work is called “Down Time”, and is a 12 x 24 oil on canvas. The reference photo was one I shot while traveling across the Southeast corner of Colorado.  I loved the late evening setting of this forgotten place. It was laying quietly beside a small two lane road, as if it was pondering the many years that had passed since the earth beneath it and it’s individual members had seen the activity of the living.

And let’s face it, there is just something intriguing about old trucks. Maybe this is just a guy thing, I don’t know. But trucks are cool, and old trucks have earned the right to be heard, or seen, whatever the case may be.

Another truck….

This truck was sitting under the shade trees of a back street of Breckenridge, Texas. I found the subject very interesting and full of mystery. The stories this truck could tell. This work in on canvas as well, using Cobalt Blue, Grumbacher Red and Cadmium Yellow Light.

GMC – 10 x 20 Oil on canvas

This final example of this particular limited palette also features a truck, as well as a couple old cars and a horse. All resting at the end of a day up in Jack county, Texas.

Day’s End, 16 x 20 Oil on panel

The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. 23  They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22 

Always winter, but never Christmas

The older I get the more I am amazed at the true meaning of the Christmas celebration. As we are soon to be launched into the inconceivable year of 2020 (sounds like the title of a Sci-Fi movie), the Christmas season our culture celebrates seems to be adrift in a vast ocean of meaninglessness. Christmas has lost its bearings; Also lost is the Story of Christmas. That Story is truly the greatest story ever told. It’s the story of light shinning into darkness.

C.S. Lewis had a God-given talent that allowed him to describe an old, familiar “thing” in a new and intriguing way. Like an artist with a brush, Lewis painted with well crafted words and revealed many truths that some had overlooked. In his classic book, “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”, we find these words spoken by Mr. Tumnus, one of Lewis’s characters in the story, as he was describing the land of Narnia as it lay under the spell of the White Witch:

“It is winter in Narnia,” said Mr. Tumnus, “and has been for ever so long…. always winter, but never Christmas.”

Still image from the 2005 movie The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Mr. Tumnus talks to Lucy about Narnia.

Those few words actually describe the world in which we find ourselves…a fallen world where it is  “Always winter, but never Christmas”. Just watch the news for five minutes. Fighting, murder, lawsuits, on and on it goes. “Always winter but never Christmas”.

In “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”, Aslan the Lion comes back to the world of Narnia after a long absence and the winter begins to fades away and Christmas returns; Captives are set free from the bondage of the White Witch. Lewis’ lion, Aslan, was a picture of Christ and the freedom Aslan brought to Narnia mirrors that  freedom that Christ brought 2000 years ago. This is the story of Christmas.

We caught a glimpse of this “Christmas Story” in action this past October in Dallas, Texas. When Amber Guyger was convicted of murder for killing Botham Jean, Botham’s younger brother, Brandt, ask Judge Tammy Kemp if he could hug Amber Guyger. The Judge agreed and as Brandt was hugging Amber, he told her he forgave her. He said he was able to do this because of Christ. The Judge then stepped down from the bench, the place of power and authority, and told her God would forgive her and she then gave Amber her personal Bible. This is Christmas. This is what God did for us. He stepped into this universe, took off His robes of royalty and became flesh to redeem us.

right: Brandt Juan hugs Amber Guyger • middle: Judge Tammy Kemp assures Amber Guyger that God will forgive and tells her to read from John 3:16.

One of my many favorite Christmas songs is “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”. This song was written 500 years ago and English has shifted a bit since then. The title, which is repeated many times in the verses of the song, actually means “God keep you mighty, Gentlemen”. But my point here is the lyrics of one of the verses:

Remember, Christ, our Savior
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan’s power
when we were gone astray….

Years ago I did some freelance illustration work for several publications. One publication wanted an illustration of Jesus in a manger (which was most likely a trough hewn in stone) with a lantern casting a shadow of the Cross over the infant’s face. Not your usual “warm and fuzzy” Christmas image, but the illustration did illustrate the truth of Christmas.

Watercolor (Luma Dyes) on illustration board by Steve Miller

The reality is that Christ came as a baby for one purpose: To go to the cross,  to save mankind from sin. Matthew 1:23 says:

“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).

Think about that…”God with us”. God actually stepped into the time-space universe to be with us. Check out what John 1:1-2 says:

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God.”

And then on down in verse 14 it says:

“And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.”

The Word came to Bethlehem 2000 years ago. But that was only the beginning of this Salvation that has been offered to us. It was completed on the cross. Christ came, lived, and died on the cross, and then was raised from the grave to set us free from our bondage to sin. The result of this Christmas story is that we are made “right” in God’s eyes, and then we begin to live out this life in a different way. Free from judgement, free from being controlled by our sin nature.   

That is the Christmas Story. That is Christmas. Moving from darkness to light, from bondage to freedom. The last verse of that old Christmas song goes like this:

Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood – Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas – All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Once we embrace Christ, once we believe the gospel, we are righteous in God’s eyes and His spirit empowers us to truly love those around us. That is what you saw in that Texas courtroom.

I hope you have a great Christmas Season and remember the awesome Christmas story that begin in a manger,  in a little Judean town one dark night.

Artists, Politicians and 4th of July

I understand that the 4th of July is all about hamburgers, hot dogs and fireworks. And ice cream. Ice cream is one of the most awesome foods ever created. But let me get back to the task at hand.

It is always good to remember the good, solid things in life and history. I want to remember some of those things and a few of the artist who were there at the founding of the country. The very thing we celebrate on the 4th of July.

John Trumbull was an artist who was a soldier in the American Revolution. He sketches provided a visual record of the war. He painted this large work which is presently hanging in the Capitol Rotunda called “Declaration of Independence” in 1817. The vast majority of the men portrayed in this painting governed their lives around the scriptures.

It seems that with a simple reading of the words that came out of the founders mouths about their view of the world and the birth of this nation, you come away with the truth that most of these wise men who risk all had a deep belief in the Bible and the God of these Holy Scriptures.

Below are JUST A FEW quotes from a few of those brilliant men.

Thomas Jefferson – Signer of the Declaration of Independence; Diplomat; Governor of Virginia; Secretary of State; Third President of the United States

“I am a real Christian – that is to say, a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus Christ. “

“I am a Christian in the only sense in which He wished anyone to be: sincerely attached to His doctrines in preference to all others. “


John Quincy Adams – Sixth President of the United States; Diplomat; Secretary of State; U.S. Senator; U.S. Representative

In the chain of human events, the birthday of the nation is indissolubly linked with the birthday of the Savior. The Declaration of Independence laid the cornerstone of human government upon the first precepts of Christianity.


John Adams – Signer of the Declaration of Independence; Judge; Diplomat; One of Two signers of the Bill of Rights; Second President of the United States

The general principles on which the fathers achieved independence were the general principles of Christianity. I will avow that I then believed, and now believe, that those general principles of Christianity are as eternal and immutable as the existence and attributes of God.

Suppose a nation in some distant region should take the Bible for their only law book and every member should regulate his conduct by the precepts there exhibited. . . . What a Eutopia – what a Paradise would this region be!


George Washington – Judge; Member of the Continental Congress; Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army; President of the Constitutional Convention; First President of the United States; “Father of His Country”

You do well to wish to learn our arts and ways of life, and above all, the religion of Jesus Christ. These will make you a greater and happier people than you are.

I now make it my earnest prayer that God would… most graciously be pleased to dispose us all to do justice, to love mercy, and to demean ourselves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of the mind which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion.

Washington Crossing the Delaware by Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze, 1851

Jonathan Trumbull – Judge; Legislator; Governor of Connecticut; Confidant of George Wachington and called “Brother Jonathan” by him

The examples of holy men teach us that we should seek Him with fasting and prayer, with penitent confession of our sins, and hope in His mercy through Jesus Christ the Great Redeemer.

Principally and first of all, I bequeath my soul to God the Creator and giver thereof, and my body to the earth to be buried in a decent Christian burial, in firm belief that I shall receive the same again at the general resurrection through the power of Almighty God, and hope of eternal life and happiness through the merits of my dear Redeemer Jesus Christ


Alexander Hamilton (guy on the $10 bill)- Revolutionary General; Signer of the Constitution; Author of the Federalist Papers; Secretary of the Treasury

During the 24 hours he lived after his duel with Aaron Burr in which Alexander Hamilton was mortally wounded, the Rev. J.M. Mason recalled this:

Portrait of Alexander Hamilton by John Trumbull

[General Hamilton said] “I went to the field determined not to take his life.” He repeated his disavowal of all intention to hurt Mr. Burr; the anguish of his mind in recollecting what had passed; and his humble hope of forgiveness from his God. I recurred to the topic of the Divine compassion; the freedom of pardon in the Redeemer Jesus to perishing sinners. “That grace, my dear General, which brings salvation, is rich, rich” – “Yes,” interrupted he, “it is rich grace.” “And on that grace,” continued I, “a sinner has the highest encouragement to repose his confidence, because it is tendered to him upon the surest foundation; the Scripture testifying that we have redemption through the blood of Jesus, the forgiveness of sins according to the richness of His grace.” Here the General, letting go my hand, which he had held from the moment I sat down at his bed side, clasped his hands together, and, looking up towards Heaven, said, with emphasis, “I have a tender reliance on the mercy of the Almighty, through the merits of the Lord Jesus Christ.” 


Samuel Adams – Signer of the Declaration of Independence; “Father of the American Revolution” Ratifier of the U.S. Constitution; Governor of Massachesetts

The name of the Lord (says the Scripture) is a strong tower; thither the righteous flee and are safe [Proverbs 18:10]. Let us secure His favor and He will lead us through the journey of this life and at length receive us to a better.

I . . . [rely] upon the merits of Jesus Christ for a pardon of all my sins.

Samuel Adams called on the State of Massachusetts to pray that…

  • the peaceful and glorious reign of our Divine Redeemer may be known and enjoyed throughout the whole family of mankind.
  • we may with one heart and voice humbly implore His gracious and free pardon through Jesus Christ, supplicating His Divine aid . . . [and] above all to cause the religion of Jesus Christ, in its true spirit, to spread far and wide till the whole earth shall be filled with His glory.
  • with true contrition of heart to confess their sins to God and implore forgiveness through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ our Savior.
American Impressionist painter, Frederick Childe Hassam, painted “Fourth of July, 1916”

Daniel Webster – U.S. Senator; Secretary of State; “Defender of the Constitution”

The Christian religion – its general principles – must ever be regarded among us as the foundation of civil society.

The Bible is a book… which teaches man his own individual responsibility, his own dignity, and his equality with his fellow man.

Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them good citizens.


John Witherspoon – Signer of the Declaration of Independence; Ratifier of the U.S. Constitution; President of Princeton

I shall now conclude my discourse by preaching this Savior to all who hear me, and entreating you in the most earnest manner to believe in Jesus Christ; for “there is no salvation in any other” [Acts 4:12].


The evidence that many of the founders had and lived out a biblical world view is overwhelming. It should call us back to the solid foundation of our country. I hope you have a great and awesome 4th of July.

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Bonnets and Brushes

“The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.” Psalm 19:1

Photo Donna Miller

This is also true of all creation, and this fact was never more apparent to me than it was this spring down near the town of Ennis, Texas.

Pete Quaid painting the Texas Bluebonets
Pete Quaid

Through an invitation of a painter friend, Pete Quaid, we were able to set up our easels and paint on one of the most beautiful pieces of land in this part of Texas. The iconic Texas Blue Bonnets and the Indian Paint Brushes were incredible. Since blue and orange are complimentary colors, when you see them mixed together across the landscape, it is truly stunning. Seeing this visual buffet of color was almost like seeing the lights of Christmas as a kid for the first time.

I thought “this landscape must be God’s canvas, and the wildflowers are His living pigment. The images He paints should make us all stand in awe of His creative power and majesty.

Bonnets and Brushes by Texas Artist Steve Miller
Bonnets & Brushes, 9 x 12 Plein Air oil on panel (Steve Miller) This painting will be in the Paint Historic Waxahachie Show -Reception May 24, 2019

When you think about it, it’s kind of crazy, and yes even arrogant to stand in a place like that with a blank canvas or panel, a few colors squeezed out of tubes and think that there is a chance of capturing a piece of its majesty. But we try it any way, perhaps because we are created in His image and therefore must create, no matter how poor our attempt.

Gail Greenoe (left) Steve Miller (right)

After a few hours on my first painting, I knew I’d have to return and paint another, and another. I went back to that place three more times, working on a total of three small paintings. Because I was enjoying the handy-works of God on “perfect” spring days, the time there seemed “magical”.  It was kind of like the earth and its beauty was created for a purpose just like this.

Every day that has passed since I last painted at that location, the flowers have diminished, their beauty weakened. The grasses are gaining enough height to begin to cover the flowers, and I noticed the Indian Paint Brushes that were once brilliant oranges and yellows, like fire on the hills, were dulled and their life seemed to be draining back into the Texas soil. This cycle plays out every year and it reminds me of the brevity of this life. It is God’s warning to us, illustrated every spring across Texas- “The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8 Our time here has a “shelf-life”, and it’s not very long.

14 x 11 Plein Air oil on panel (Steve Miller) This painting will be in the Paint Historic Waxahachie Show -Reception May 24, 2019

When I think about the fleeting beauty of this natural world, a world that has been racked by sin and its influence, I am amazed by God’s grace to us. He still pours out His kindness to us, some of which can be seen across the landscape. This display every spring begs the question – If this world, even with Its curse of sin, can display such beauty, how much more will the beauty of Heaven be?

Here is a clue: The last half of I Corinthians 2:9 says “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him.”

We can’t even imagine the beauty there in heaven. And, He has made it available through the blood of Christ to all who believe.  

The wildflowers there must truly be out of this world 😊

(special thanks to Jim for allowing myself and several other artist to paint on the property)

Oil Demo

Recently, the Ellis County Art Association (a group I am a member of) ask me to demo the method and technique that I use while painting in oils. I am always a bit apprehensive when I agree to do a painting demo. The reason is two-fold. First is this: the cold reality begins to set in that I have so much to learn about painting. It’s been a long journey with many miles to go. It’s hard to ignore all the things I don’t know while sharing what I do know.

The second I am apprehensive about is this: I have attended several painting demos and the truth of the matter is that they can be boring… like watching grass grow boring. Because of that, I’m afraid someone will fall into sweet slumber during the demo and topple off their chair and hurt themselves. (smile) It could get ugly quick.

Ellis County Art Association Monthly Meeting

However, during this particular demo the latter did not happen, at least to my knowledge. But I did remain a bit anxious as I worked my way through the painting as it revealed the many areas in the process where I remain weak.

The subject I selected to paint was located in east Tennessee, outside a little place called Pikesville, which is not far from Dayton, Tennessee, of the Scopes Monkey Trial fame.

12 x 9 oil on gessoed paper

While driving through the beautiful county side of that area we came across a couple buildings; one was a barn, the other a small shed. Both were sporting the classic attire of that region, which was bright “barn red” paint. The visual impact of these red out buildings against the backdrop of the varying shades of emerald green demanded some kind of attention. I shot photos, drove back by and shot some more photos, with the intent to eventually capture the sense of place in an oil painting or two.

During this same trip, my son, my wife and sister-in-law visited the Fall Creek Falls park, also in the area. I had my plein air gear so we all carried a piece and all important snacks and such and climbed down the crazy side of the canyon style ravine, holding onto a cable. Once at the bottom, we were rewarded by the beautiful Fall Creek Falls. I sat up my easel and paint a couple hours before joining the other in the cold, clear mountain stream and the base of the falls.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.

Ecclesiastes 9:10

Cold Panhandle Wind

I really like a good change of weather. I like to see a cold winter storm blow in, snow and ice are refreshing in my opinion. And the cold days really help us to appreciate the warm days of spring. 

Can You See Me? Photo by Donna Miller

A few days after this past Christmas just a few weeks ago, my wife and I escaped the big city and ran for the wide open spaces of the Texas Panhandle. I know, that location doesn’t seem very exotic or romantic or have much anybody would want to go to. But we actually love it. The people are few and far between and the mule deer are abundant. Its a great time to enjoy what God has created, chill out (which we really did with a wind-chill of 19) and refresh from the madness of the city. 

Since the panhandle is so sparsely populated, especially in the area around Cap Rock Canyon, there are not a lot of choices in places to stay the night. We stayed in Turkey (home of Bob Wills) in an old, almost 100 year old hotel which was an experience in itself. Turkey is about 10 miles from Cap Rock Canyon which was our final destination. It’s a beautiful place full of wildlife and the painting possibilities are endless.

Three White-tails… photo by Donna Miller

I took my easel with a goal to set up and paint three small paintings. My wife took her camera and lens looking for that unique “wow” shot that sometimes presents itself if you look hard enough. But it was cold. We could have done cold, but the wind was blowing like a lost hurricane that wondered up from the coast.

Driving and shooting photos was an easy out… just couldn’t make myself drag that easel out in the wind.

As we drove around the canyon area my wife was able to shoot some awesome photos of mule and white-tailed deer. We came across several groups of does who were being escorted, or I guess “courted” by a single buck who would always be reluctant to leave the does.

The formation in the background is called Cap Rock Point.

Finally I couldn’t bear heading home without setting up and attempting a painting. I figured I could paint a couple of hours before the cold wind really got to me. Ok, wasnt’ the best plan I have had but I did set up and sqeeze out some paint and stuck with it the next two hours. As I mentioned, the wind-chill was 19 degrees and and by the time I finished I was chilled to the bone. Although the cold did effect what I wanted to do on the canvas, I still enjoyed the painting process. Below is the frigid result.

12 x 9 Oil on panel – Cap Rock Point

For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.

Song of Solomon 2:11 & 12

The Christmas Tree

Over the years I have shot many photos to use as reference for paintings. In search for one particular photos recently, I came across another I had forgotten about. It was a snow scene I shot one winter here in Texas. I always loved the photo but had never created a painting based on it. So, I decided to remedy that issue and painted the work below titled “Let It Snow”.

In this part of Texas our evergreen trees are very limited. No spruce, no firs. You can’t go out and cut a native “Christmas Tree”, unless it’s a cedar. And they are not the best evergreens to use for that purpose. The tree in the foreground of this painting is a cedar. During the time I was working on this painting, I was reminded of another tree from the past.

Let it Snow, 14 x 11 Oil on Panel by Steve Miller

It must have been about 1970. It was a cold day in north Georgia and Christmas was approaching rather quickly. My family and I had traveled to Lafayette, Georgia to visit my grandpa on my dad’s side of the family. I remember the warm house, (usually too warm), the various smells of breakfast that lingered, and the linoleum floor and Naugahyde couch and chair. Like many of our grandparents’ houses, it had it’s unique ambiance and well-worn sense of place.

One of the first things I noticed was that there was no Christmas Tree. My “Grandpa Miller” was not known for embracing the “warm and fuzzy” things of Christmas. I think he loved Christmas as well as anyone; He just didn’t spend time making things look like Christmas. Maybe because they had come through the depression and life had simply not been an easy road, but sparse and lean, visually speaking, seemed as good to him as lavish and well decorated.

I’m not really sure how the Christmas decoration responsibilities were assigned, but I do believe it was my Grandpa’s lot to take care of the tree. His choice of trees was something you had to see. They were usually something he cut down after a five-minute search in the woods that surrounded his house. It might be a four-foot, ratty looking cedar tree or a very small pine tree that looked like a limb cut from a larger tree. Some of grandpa’s Christmas trees would have made the notorious “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree look rather luxurious. But as I mentioned, this Christmas season the living room lacked even the poorest of trees.

Charlie Brown Christmas Tree

Since I was looking for an escape from the boredom of the household goings on, and to escape the accumulating heat in the house that was only going to get worse, I assigned myself the task of heading out into the country side to find and cut a tree. In my mind, my tree would be an awesome upgrade from the sad tree’s grandpa was gifted at finding and incorporating into the Christmas celebrations.

Armed with Grandpa’s bow saw, I set out on the quest. The first leg of the journey was to go down the hill towards my Uncle Red’s old homestead, which was about a quarter mile or so from my Grandpa’s house. I think I was told to look for a tree on Uncle Red’s land and not cut someone else’s tree. An act of treachery I had been guilty of in the past. Problem was I was not a surveyor at the age of 12 or so, and I found no obvious boundaries for Uncle Red’s land. I figured if I could see it and walk on it, it must be his.

One of Norman Rockwell’s many Christmas Illustrations

Having roamed around the creek bottoms (Uncle Red’s land backed up to a wide creek where we would swim in the summer) and finding nothing I deemed good enough to replace my Grandpa’s Charlie Brown tree, I walked on down the road to a bridge, which was the only place to cross the creek. After crossing the bridge, I walked the eighth mile or so back towards Red’s house, but now I was on the opposite side of the creek and Uncle Red’s house, and of course the road back to Grandpa’s house. But when you are 12, logistics mean nothing. After wandering around a bit, I finally laid my eyes on “the Tree”. Even though it was not the optimum species of trees that make it to the Christmas tree farms and sold in the various cities and towns, it was in my opinion the best shaped cedar tree I had ever seen. I imagined it in Grandpa’s living room all decorated and emitting the awesome Christmas ambiance that was missing.

With all these warm and fuzzy thoughts bouncing around in my head, I proceeded with my self-imposed mission. I used the bow saw and cut the tree. Once cut, reality and the before missing logistics begin so nudge its way into my overly optimistic brain. I now realized that I had some walking to do to get my “perfect” tree back down to the bridge, across the creek and up the hill to the barren living room. Compromise means to settle a dispute my making a concession between the two opposing sides. This was the first compromise I had to make to get the tree back to Grandpa’s house. To avoid walking all the way back down the field to the bridge and then back up to Uncle Red’s house, which was still a good quarter mile from the top of the hill where Grandpa’s house was, I decided to cross the creek at a shallow place below Uncle Red’s house. The “Crossing” was a shallow place that allowed folks would drive their cars right down into the creek and wash their cars in the warm days of summer. It was now a few days before Christmas in north Georgia and the temperature was a bit on the cold side. But I had to cross, had to get the “perfect” tree back up the hill and restore Christmas to Grandpa’s house. I removed my shoes and socks, and with saw, shoes and socks in tow, I dragged the tree across the creek and up the bank on the other side, saving a lot of backtracking to the bridge. Once I put my socks and shoes back on my now freezing feet, I started up the last leg of the trip, dragging the perfect tree on the rough asphalt back up the quarter mile hill to it’s final destination.

Merry Christmas by Dainish painter Viggo Johansen (1851-1935

Even though gravity was a very helpful friend when I started this odyssey from the top of the hill, it was now a foe, and a very unkind one at that. In fact it was very malicious to a 12-year-old dragging the perfect tree back up the hill to be enjoyed by all.  The other thing about gravity is that it is quick to betray folks who are gullible. A couple of hours earlier It had lured me down the hill in complete ease. Now it offered only growing resistance as I made my way back up the hill. It added unexpected weight to my perfect tree with each step.

Being a bit hard-headed, I stuck with it and finally arrived at the treeless house in the wood on top of the hill. I could imagine the chorus of praise as all the inhabitants of the house laid eyes on my perfect tree. The younger inhabitants of that treeless house were no doubt elated to see a Christmas tree and excited to decorate it, as well as bask in the Christmas season with a perfect Christmas tree. But the older ones, those who could reason, which is to say that “it was not their first rodeo”, just stood and looked at my perfect tree with some unexpected expressions on their faces. Then came the words. I can’t remember the words exactly, but they bounced around in my head being edited by reality and mixed with expectation.  “Your perfect tree will not fit through the door of the house, and if it would fit through the door, we don’t have a 15-foot ceiling…What were you thinking?”

That awesome “perfect” tree, sitting in the rural country side under the north Georgia sky, didn’t look all that big. I mean really, what was a 12-year-old to compare it to? My perfect tree was dwarfed under the winter sky, sitting in a large field boarded by 100-foot-tall popular and pine trees. My problem was that I lacked some information and my perspective was off. Even though I was trying to help, with the right motives, I wasn’t seeing this situation correctly and my judgement was way off.

This mis-judgement was easily remedied. The experienced folks stepped in an offered one simple solution – cut the tree in HALF. Yes, half. That’s how far off my judgement was. So the top half of the “perfect tree” made it onto the living room of the treeless house and all was well this Christmas season.

And truth is, our entire lives can be spent dragging our “perfect Christmas tree” up a hill, only to find out when we stand before a holy God that it was all mis-guided. Our perspective was off. We lacked information we really needed. We need “truth”. We need guidance and logistics.

This is the reason why I love Christmas. God the Son stepped into our time-space universe with truth, with redemption, offering new life in Himself. The Bible says “So the Word became human and made His home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen His glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son.” John 1:14

Don’t forget that Christmas only began in the manger. It was finished at the cross. This is Christmas. Our lives are full of what the Bible calls “falling short of His glory”. The abbreviated version of this “falling short of His glory” is captured in the word sin. Christ carried a tree up a hill in Jerusalem, died and was raised from that grave in order to set free those who believe and trust Him. “But God showed His great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.”

This Christmas may your perspective be grounded in the reality of the incarnation and the cross.

Merry Christmas

Pastel Society of the Southwest 2018 National Show

Pastel Society of the Southwest 2018 National Show Reception & Demo

Recently I was blessed to have a pastel work, The Cross,  accepted into the 2018 National Show sponsored by the Pastel Society of the Southwest. The show is hanging at the Grapevine Convention & Visitor’s Center at the Tower Gallery in Grapevine, Texas until October 31, 2018.

The Cross, soft pastel on ampersand pastel board

The Cross, soft pastel on ampersand pastel board, 18 x 24

The awards reception is this Sunday afternoon at 2:00 (October 7, 2018). This reception is a bit unlike other receptions in that nationally recognized award-winning artist Diane Rappisi will be demonstrating pastel painting before the awards are announced. Diane judged this year’s competition.

If you find yourself in Grapevine this coming Sunday afternoon, stop by and check it out. The address is 636 South Main Street, Grapevine, Texas.

Grapevine Convention & Visitors Bureau headquarters building, the Grand and Tower Galleries

Grapevine Convention & Visitors Bureau headquarters building, the Grand and Tower Galleries

 

 

A Journey in Oils & Pastels

Solo Show at Irving Art Association, Irving Texas

One of the art organizations I am a member of, the Irving Art Association, has made one of their gallery spaces available to me to exhibit a selection of my work. There will be over 40 works hanging from July 28 thru September 28th. Most of the work is available to purchase.

• Meet & Greet Show Reception •

August 12, 2018 from 2 pm til 4 pm at the Jaycee Park Center for the Arts, 1975 Puritan Drive, Irving, Texas 75061. Gallery hours are listed below.

This exhibition is a record of a “Journey”. The artwork tells many stories as it expresses the beauty of an awesome creation that God has made. I am inspired by people, landscapes and wildlife, pretty much all that we find in this universe, because it all is the Creator’s handiwork. Even in a fallen world the beauty is incredible. The way light and shadow moulds and reveals a landscape or a face or figure; The way the light warms and cools the subject revealing beauty and intrigue – this is what helps create the drama of the story being told through the art on this journey. It is these smaller stories that tell a greater, larger story of the presence of God in our world.

 

I work two ways in both Oil and Soft Pastels: Plein Air and Studio work. The Plein Air experience is a great teacher. I get outside in the “open air” and paint as often as I can. Grabbing the essence of a scene that is unfiltered and unchanged by a photograph is a great way to learn more about painting. The awesomely designed human eye is capable of seeing much more than the camera lens. This allows for more depth in both perception and execution of a painting. But, due to limitations of time and subject availability, studio work is a necessity. Therefore, I have to use photography to complete many works. Digital photography is a huge asset when using photos as reference. They can be manipulated and adjusted in a way to get closer to what the eye sees in person. With the use of digital photos, coupled with plein air work, I am able to create studio works with greater depth and values.

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A Journey in Oils and Pastels

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