I liked this guy so much I did him as a collage as well as an oil painting. This is an 8x8 collage on gallery-wrapped canvas, all sides completed so it may be hung unframed.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I was painting the little corncrib at the farm at Oconluftee Visitors Center in the Smoky Mountains, and this fellow strolled by to watch. He's much more interesting than the corncrib.
This is painted on gallery-wrapped canvas, so no frame is needed.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
What a place. Where else can you ride in a streetcar and a man with a silver face and a Confederate uniform gets on? Then you see a large, pot-bellied man wearing a cowboy hat, a bra, and shorts. The music being played on the street was amazing, and the beignets were my particular guilty pleasure.
Friday, November 11, 2011
After the Pieces of 8 art retreat in the Smokies, my husband picked me up and we drove across Tennessee to Nashville, where we visited with my granddaughter who is attending Vanderbilt, my niece and her family, and my songwriter friend Bobby Braddock and his family. Bobby wrote the country hits "He Stopped Loving Her Today, Time Marches On, and more recently, "People Are Crazy," as well as many others.
On the way to Nashville we stopped to see friends who told this story: their daughter was teaching a Sunday School class of little tots and she asked if anyone wanted to lead the prayer. A little boy volunteered. He bowed his head and reverently prayed: "God is great, beer is good, people are crazy."
I enjoyed sharing that with the writer of the song.
This painting is of Broadway in Nashville, with historic Tootsie's Orchid Lounge prominently featured. You have to love a city where guys walk around with guitars and music is everywhere. This one didn't qualify as a "daily painting," it was too complicated and took two days to complete.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
I've traveled a lot this Fall, and I hardly know what to paint next. This is a view from the cliffs of Prout's Neck, Maine, Winslow Homer's stomping ground. It's so much more dramatic than our beach here in Florida, except during hurricanes.