Wednesday, December 12, 2018

The Gondolier, Oil Painting, Original Art, 8x10 Venice Scene

Since we are now into the Christmas season and I have had no time to paint, I am re-posting one of my favorites, a scene in Venice. It brings back wonderful memories of that very unique place. 

Yesterday our painting group, Pieces of Eight, had our Christmas party, which is always a hoot. 

From left to right: Donna Vines, Carol Schiff, me, Jean Thomas, Mary Warnick, Denette Schweikert, Kathy Garvey, and Fay Picardi. 


Sunday, December 9, 2018

Oil Painting "Rough Surf" Seascape, Small Daily Painting Original Art

This was my second painting from our group's plein air day at the beach, a tiny 5x7-inch seascape. We meet a lot of nice people when we are painting on location. One group had just ridden 30 miles on bicycles, and it was only 10 a.m! People like that make me feel like a slug, but when given a choice between painting and exercise, painting usually wins out. If there is a creative fire within you it won't be quenched by pushups.


Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Window on the Beach, Oil Painting, 7x5 Florida Seascape

My painting group gathered at the beach on a beautiful Florida day last week and did some plein air painting. That is always an invigorating experience, and I was happy with my little picture. In picking my spot I noticed how vivid the water looked when viewed through the sea grape window. When I walked to the crossover and looked at the beach with nothing framing it, it didn't seem nearly as saturated with color. I'm sure my friend Qiang Huang could explain this to me in technical terms because he knows everything about optics and about art.

My cartoon today is one I did for a T-Shirt. It's called "The Pleininator" and features a hat with a brush holder, paper tower holder, citronella candle, cup holder, and viewfinder. My inspiration was when I painted in a cow pasture with weeds, bugs, and extreme thirst.


Sunday, December 2, 2018

Dora Canal, Oil Painting, 24x18 Florida Landscape

Our painting group, Pieces of Eight, was in Mt. Dora, Florida, and we went on a cruise across the big lake to the beautiful Dora Canal. The canal is pretty short, and turns into this lovely river. There is something so intriguing about a swampy river with cypresses and live oaks. The more you look, the more you see, like the plants that grow on the oak limbs, or (though not in my painting) the occasional gator eyes and nose peeking from the water.

I've decided to add the occasional cartoon to my blog, as a kind of journal illustration of what's going on in my life. Hope you like it.


Friday, November 30, 2018

The Death of Truth, 8x10 Avant-Garde, Picasso-ish Oil on Canvas

The Pieces of Eight Painting Group's Monthly Challenge for November was to do an avant-garde work, stepping way outside our comfort zones. I used Picasso as my inspiration, although if I were trying harder, I guess I would have had an eye where the ear is, or a foot coming out of the head.

I think the painting is self-explanatory.


Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Gordes, France, A Page from My Sketch Journal

I love Provence. I love the vineyards, olive groves, lavender fields, medieval villages, Roman ruins, and the food. I love hearing, "Bonjour, Madame," and the all-encompassing word, "Voila!" I love the people. 

Did I mention the food? Vive la France!


Thursday, November 22, 2018

Mougins, France, a page from my journal

The beautiful little village of Mougins sits atop a mountain, as do so many Medieval villages in France. Only a few people live there. The town is full of art galleries and restaurants, and when we first saw it, my sister said, "I want to live here!" The food--oh my goodness, the food is so good, every time I had a meal I wanted to shout, "Vive la France!"


Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Like an iPhone Cowboy, 6x8 Small Oil Painting on Canvas

I was hiking with our painting group, high in the Smoky Mountains, when I saw this man talking on his phone. Subsequently, he almost fell off the horse, which makes me wonder what kind of disturbing conversation it must have been. I do like the pretty little horse. You never know what you'll see in the mountains.