Happy Thanksgiving

I have this HUGE painting that used to reside over the sofa in my last apartment. When I moved in June, it just wasn't right at all! So I finally got out the gesso and painted over it. This is my tribute to autumn.

Guitar in Blue

After a rather dry spell, my paints have come out once again. This is a rendition of Dad's guitar done in blues for my sister. Now she won't have to steal mine.

Dad's guitar

One of my fondest childhood memories is of my father strumming his guitar and yodelling. One of my most cherished possessions is this very same guitar. Yes, I admit, I am the envy of all family members and I fear that if I should leave my home unlocked and close my eyes, certain siblings might try to pluck this from my grasp. I hope that this painting of Dad's Guitar will help the others enjoy the beauty. And no, I am not giving up the real thing. This painting is for you, Dad.