Saturday, July 30, 2011
Low Country Sunset, 6x6
South Carolina marshes are so much fun to paint. I'd like to paint more of them, but you know how it is...so many subjects, so little time. This one me feel better after I painted an unsuccessful painting earlier this week. I hate to admit it, but better painters than I have admitted such things. In fact, it was a floral painting and as I gaze upon it now, it looks more and more like a "scraper." I think I need to work on painting flowers, but there are so many other things, like water: seascapes, ponds, rivers, waterfalls, and, of course, marshes.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Mangroves, 6x8
Here are mangroves, reaching down to the water to establish a foothold and do their good work in the Indian River. I love them; their weirdness, their beauty, their usefulness.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Mast General Store, 8x6 Oil on Gessoboard
I love the old and the new together. This man is on his cell phone in front of the original Mast General Store in North Carolina. Our painting group had a great time browsing through the items of a bygone era in the store. Fels-Naptha soap, Coke in bottles...a walk down memory lane.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Beach Rocks, 6x6
This is a bit more peaceful than my last one. Water is the most soothing subject to paint, as far as I'm concerned, and I'm fortunate to live near the ocean (except for the high insurance rates).
Labels:
$65,
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blue,
brown,
daily painting,
ocean,
Oil on Gessoboard,
surf,
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Stormy Weather, 6x6
"I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky;"--but not in weather like this.
That is part of one of my favorite poems, Sea Fever by John Masefield, and here is the rest of the line: "...and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by." My English Lit teacher, Miss Loveless, introduced me to so much wonderful poetry, but she thought I didn't like poetry because she caught me writing parodies of the poems we read. I couldn't help myself; what can you expect a teenager to do when exposed to "She Was a Phantom of Delight?" It just begs to be parodied, doesn't it?
My rowdy class found Robert Burns' "Ode To a Louse, On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church" hilarious on its own merits. It began:
"Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!"
Old Robert had a sense of humor. And apparently, very good eyesight. He could spot a crawlin' ferlie from a pew away.
That is part of one of my favorite poems, Sea Fever by John Masefield, and here is the rest of the line: "...and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by." My English Lit teacher, Miss Loveless, introduced me to so much wonderful poetry, but she thought I didn't like poetry because she caught me writing parodies of the poems we read. I couldn't help myself; what can you expect a teenager to do when exposed to "She Was a Phantom of Delight?" It just begs to be parodied, doesn't it?
My rowdy class found Robert Burns' "Ode To a Louse, On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church" hilarious on its own merits. It began:
"Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!"
Old Robert had a sense of humor. And apparently, very good eyesight. He could spot a crawlin' ferlie from a pew away.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Suzanne's Hollyhocks, 7X5
My daughter Suzanne is a fantastic gardener, and she raised these hollyhocks that are so dark they look black from a distance. She definitely has my grandmother's green thumb.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I Miss You Already, 8x6
It really tugs at my heartstrings when I see young people deployed to hostile places. I can just imagine what that conversation might be about. This is No. 16 in my cell phone series.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Kicked Back, 6x8 Oil on Canvas Board
Remember the olden days, when the only technology on the beach was a transistor radio? This is No. 15 in my series, On a Cellular Level. Many thanks to Bob M. for this great photo.
I appreciate the kind comments I get from everyone, and I would like to respond, but Google is not cooperating with me. Comments no longer show up in my email; I'm trying to figure out what the problem is. If anyone has a solution, please let me know.
I appreciate the kind comments I get from everyone, and I would like to respond, but Google is not cooperating with me. Comments no longer show up in my email; I'm trying to figure out what the problem is. If anyone has a solution, please let me know.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Grow Paint Eat, 6x6
This is my whole eggplant crop. One eggplant. I am trying to make the most of it, so I painted it and then we had it for dinner. I am entering the painting in the Daily Paintworks challenge titled, "What I Paint With." I'm killing two birds with one stone.
I can't blog without mentioning the Casey Anthony trial. Apparently some of the miscreants involved (some people call them "jurors") are going to try to cash in, as will Casey. That is just sickening. The Bad Seed ruined her parents' lives, took her own child's life, and will become a celebrity. It's even worse than the O.J. verdict, because it is the murder of a precious little child. There's no justice for Caylee.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Blue Shoes, 6x8
It's not often that you see a man with shoes matching his shirt. This man was in the airport talking on his phone. This is No. 14 in my series, On a Cellular Level.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Oh My Aching Back: My Whiny Post
Last Tuesday I bent over to pick a weed and my back went all wonky. The next day I was in excruciating pain, so much so that I have not been painting. On Friday I couldn't even walk, until I got medication. I'm much better now, but I just drew this little cartoon in lieu of posting a painting. I am completely out of new paintings, which is a first.
With my husband still recovering from a crushed heel, we make quite a pair. He limps and I shuffle. How pathetic. It makes one appreciate how wonderful life is when we can move around normally.
As they say, my back goes out more than I do!
With my husband still recovering from a crushed heel, we make quite a pair. He limps and I shuffle. How pathetic. It makes one appreciate how wonderful life is when we can move around normally.
As they say, my back goes out more than I do!
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