In Homage to Vincent VanGogh (and to all the artists who created the film Loving Vincent) I have been experimenting with the play between yellow and blue that Vincent did so well. We’ve been treated to a little bit of late October sunshine, which intensifies at dawn and dusk, this is from my window.This painting is for sale $175.00 and it’s yours. It measures 10 x 14 inches, and all proceeds go to endangered species conservation.Share on Facebook
Autumn for me is a series of searing brilliant images every day for weeks. Each one blows me away, I can’t believe what I am seeing, the vivid colors saturate my vision. Being a little lazy, I don’t get much plein aire done, but lucky for me, I have windows to look out. This is my attempt at capturing what was outside today.Share on Facebook
I never knew her, she died when my mother was a little girl. All that I know of her are from stories. Stories my mother told me about how affectionate she was, in her childhood where she got little affection. Stories my grandmother told me of a woman who was clever, but didn’t speak English, learning how to barter and dicker in the USA for the things she needed to buy. The woman who could spin a tale from a time when the only entertainment after dark were stories told around the fire. She had several books memorized, and their hearth was a favorite in the neighborhood. She could sew, cook, raise vegetables and livestock. I wore a nightgown she made for her trousseau once, she was really good with a needle. She died when she was 62 years old, younger than I am now. Sometimes I wish she and I could sit down and talk.Share on Facebook
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Yesterday I had the rare opportunity to paint en plein aire on Vashon Island. The day started completely grey and rainy, but we took a chance and the day changed dramatically. The sky broke open, and wonderful blue spread across the sky while huge puffy dark clouds encroached on it. Computer monitors and electronic photography does not capture the subtleties of the blues in the sky.
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A warm summer afternoon, a gentle breeze blowing through my studio, and my heart side sitting with me as we listen to a recording of Ram Dass talking about getting old. I started by painting Mount Si. When that was done, oh the obvious, I realize I have a perfect model before me. So first I painted his face. Oh, I didn’t want to stop. So I painted his hands. Hands are very hard to paint (says the lady who paints portraits). Sometimes I put hands into a portrait for the challenge. Other times, like this, there was no way to get them both into the same plane. So I painted them each separately. What a beautiful day!