As I came around the bend in the road I saw figures in the fields that I had just painted the day before (the painting of the red barn posted earlier). They were awash in the intense afternoon light pulling weeds and working in the fields. I parked under the oak tree along side their vehicles and set up my easel.
A young boy's head popped up from the back of the truck .... he was curious about why I was there and what was I doing? He had come back from the field to take a break from the sun. I hurried to start painting as they were working their way further back into the rows of garlic.
The first thing you notice about the workers in the fields and vineyards is how covered up they are. It was 90 degrees this day and they were wearing jackets, long sleeve sweatshirts, hats and even their faces were covered up to their eyes with bandannas. I painted their forms and loved how the one figure was bathed in light when he stood up to talk to the others. They were chatting and pulling, laughing and working... there was music being played. They called out to the boy and he hopped off the truck and carried a huge water cooler out to them... it was heavy but he managed, with no complaint, I might add. I quickly added him into the painting. Then he too, set about working alongside them.
Within an hour they stopped and came out of the fields to their truck and began to disrobe from all their layers. I was glad I had the figures and field in... I could finish the rest of the painting even if they left. Suddenly these forms became young teenagers, mom, dad, uncles and cousins. It was a family.
They were shy but I encouraged them in my most pathetic Spanish to come and take a look. One by one they walked up to the easel and smiled. Some would laugh and point with delight that they had found themselves in the painting. But the sweetest reaction was from the boy who was so proud that he was in the painting. He would point it out to each person as they approached the easel... and beam with pride. I told him to tell his family that they looked beautiful working in the sunlight and I wanted to paint that. He smiled and translated... and then told me "I was a very good drawer."
The family starting packing up but David, the boy, hung around and kept looking at himself in the painting. I asked if I could take his picture with the painting and he was so pleased.
This is what I love most about the plein air experience. These people touched me as I watched them toil in the fields... cheerful, happy and content. And David, so willing to help his family and so proud of his part of the work. When he saw the painting he said to me, "Look, I am carrying the water.... see."
An ordinary day of work in the Santa Ynez Valley, And extraordinary day of painting.
