Author: Scotty Mitchell

When I saw this worn and eroded fresco image of Adam and Eve, I knew I wanted to do something with it…..and then it came to me that I should make a triptych with this image as the center panel and two side panels of garden imagery that so many Roman and Pompeian  houses were … Continue reading Adam and Eve I

This image captivated me. What is she looking at in that thoughtful rather wary way, eyes looking inward at the same time?  And that little angel clinging to her head looks worried too. Later I saw that she was Venus and the little angel is Cupid. The photo I saw her in is very mysterious … Continue reading The Worried Venus

This incredibly over the top dark pink dress, studded with roses of many different shades of pink, surrounded by shoes and mischievously emphasized by a pair of bright  red boots glowed from a storefront in a medieval mountain town in Italy. I stopped, awestruck, and thought what a fantastic painting it would make. That was … Continue reading The Pink Dress

  It’s unprecedented! I drove part way to St. George this morning, had my appointment, and drove the four hours  home, arriving around 4 o’clock. Usually I’m spent after so much driving, and wouldn’t dream of not resting, at least for a while. But the afternoon was so utterly beautiful, the light so clear, fall … Continue reading It’s not windy!

I hadn’t been to Long Canyon for quite a while. The gnats are so bad in the late spring that I scratch it off my list of places to draw in. But it was time to revisit this wonderful canyon of massive orange-red walls, the coolness of the canyon shadows calling, and so I went … Continue reading The Tarantula Hawk Wasp

It is so nice to be out again, backpack full of pastels and my lightweight easel, though sorely missing Sophy, who always accompanied me on my painting jaunts. Scouting a few days ago I found a great vantage point to peer down into Dry Hollow from. I was happy to start a new drawing there the next … Continue reading Dry Hollow

Sophy and I are lying under a blanket in the yard.It’s an absolutely gorgeous October day. She’s dying. Periodically tremors run through her body. I can’t quite imagine life without her, my boon companion, travel partner, painting buddy, and the being with whom I can exclaim on the beauty of the day and bid sweet dreams at night. … Continue reading Sophy

How nice to reminisce on this white snowy monochrome day, on the glorious autumn colors and red earth, and the burbling of rushing water down by the creek. For years one of my favorite drawing/camping spots was down a red dirt road on the other side of the mountain. I’d never known there was a … Continue reading Down by the Creek