He’s waited for what seems like his whole life for her. He just knows if they were together, it would be magic, paradise. They would sing, dance, have beautiful children, they’d own a beautiful car and a big house. But she’s not ready to settle down with him. So he just keeps waiting.
Those of you that have been following my paintings will recognize this lady. I have painted her face several times, attempting to capture the emotions that she displayed at a party almost 100 years ago. She didn’t fit in with the rest of the crowd, sitting apart from the rest of them, and looking away from them as well. Was she in trouble? Was she just insulted? I’ll never know, but she has captivated my interest for some time now. I hope you like her too.
Downtown Renton Art and Antique Walk
808 3rd Ave
Saturday, August 20th, 2011
11:00am – 6:00pm
Once again I will be displaying and hopefully selling art at the Downtown Renton Art and Antique Walk. I will be in front of Rubattino’s cafe (at 808 3rd Avenue) ready to paint your portrait!
Discover what all the buzz is about in Renton! The 6th Annual Downtown Renton Art & Antique Walk livens up Downtown’s streets with paintings, multi-media, pottery, sculpture, crafts and photography displays from over 100 local artists. Meet the artists, explore the antiques, enjoy live music and dance performances and rediscover Downtown Renton. Exhibits and performances mostly along S 3rd. Plentiful free parking.
When my sons were still in their teens and living at home, we decided the house needed a kitten. We started looking for one, and one day my mother called me, she had found an ideal kitten, tiny, friendly, a little silver tabby. We brought her home and we named her Barbie-Q. That name was not my idea, but it stuck. She was a great kitten, she wasn’t afraid of the older cats, she did well with my sons and our dog and entertained us endlessly like kittens should. About a year after we got her, a relative came to our house and stayed for a week with her young children. I gave them the house rules, no cat chasing, and no one is allowed in my bedroom, that’s where the cats can safely hide. Well, after a week of those small boys running amok, Barbie had changed, and for about 10 years she was a rather unpleasant cat, fearful, apt to strike out without warning, noisy. I guess cats can get PTSD too. One of the things that helped her come around was when I started fostering feral kittens. Barbie loved all the kittens. Finally she found someone smaller than she was! I adopted two of those little kittens and she quickly befriended them and played happily with them until they got bigger than she was. She continued to run and play, jump and cavort like a kitten until her very last days. This is a commissioned portrait of her, in one of her most familiar poses, high above us on some piece of furniture, watching.
I flew to Boise on Saturday to visit some family; and while I was there I had a little time to work in my journal. While sitting with my dear husband in Starbucks, I sketched him writing about the frustration of his niece having cancer — “Life isn’t fair”
At the niece’s house, the only good subject was the dog, so you see him here.
Later I went out on the hot porch, and sat with my hubby’s bicycle and drew it. Finally out on the road, on our way home, we stopped at a park in Baker City, Oregon, which was across the street from a museum. That’s where I found this wagon. In my journal, the bike and the wagon are side by side. I like the effect.