An Apple a Day

Day #3.  Now, while I may have vowed "a painting a day," keep in mind that I did not promise a painting EVERY day.  And this is a graphite drawing, not a painting.  Other than those two minor indiscretions, I am spot on for my goals.  I began this apple study in prep of doing an apple painting (yes, Mandy, work is in progress) and just got carried away.  Pencil work has never been my favorite, but there is something satisfying about seeing the shading shape up.

Curves in all the right places

Day #2.  Look at that... I managed Day #2.  They say it takes 3 weeks for an action to become a habit.  I am well on my way.  Pears are one of my favorite objects to paint. I love the curves. June 27, 2012

An Orange a Day

I struggle to maintain discipline in my life, especially in my art. Can you still keep the creative frenzy going while cultivating an organized regimen?  I guess I'll find out.  When talking to my dear friend Lois this weekend, she suggested "A Painting a Day."  I love the concept. This is day #1.  I am working with acrylics in small scale, 6" x 6" gesso boards. My initial theme is produce, as I love working with fruits and vegetables.  June 26, 2012.

I found my paints!

And I have moved once more, back across the mountains to Kennewick  Last move!  Forever! So many boxes. I have finally found my art supplies and managed to put paint on canvas this week.  Tomorrow we celebrate my husband's son's birthday.  So I painted this small piece for Matt.  This is a scarab beetle, dating back to Ancient Egypt, where they were considered good luck beetles. As a symbol of the rising sun and a protector from evil; the Scarab, is also a symbol of rebirth, regeneration and transformation. Good thoughts for a birthday.

 

A dung beetle is sitting at the bar, nursing his gin and tonic.  A beautiful female dung beetle sidles up to him, taps him on the shoulder and says…. “Is this stool taken?” 

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.