I have been painting coastal subjects for several years now. I have a love/non-love relationship with that subject matter right now. I still love birds, coasts, and palm trees, but need a little change. One of the reasons I paint to begin with is not only because of the challenges and gratification of the process itself, but it's also because I get bored very easily, and it occupies my mind and my time. So I looked around to find something to paint; this is my first try at a lime. I then juiced it on an avocado and added red pepper flakes.
Another pear - yes - and there will be more. I am preparing a whole new body of work - sort of. The plan (and my plans frequently do not come to fruition) is to prepare a good supply of small paintings on paper that can be framed. All originals of course. It's going pretty well so far.
Last year - around the end of July - I committed myself to daily painting. Unfortunately, I did not quite meet my goal. In my defense, (1) I do work away from home 4 days a week, and (2) I do paint more than one painting on weekends. Many times I paint as many as 10 or 15 small pieces on a weekend. Then, of course I have to take a picture of each of them. . . excuses, excuses. I had all sorts of glorious and ambitious notions for this summer - now summer is almost gone! Happens every summer. This particular summer, I've had one project that has occupied not necessarily all of my time, but has occupied all of my mind. That project will be revealed soon.
I'm going to try to get a new body of work ready for the fall. I really like painting on paper - like this little pear, and will be doing a lot of fruits and vegetables, wine bottles, and various things in small format. So, hopefully next year at this time, my number will be over 500!
This has been such a popular little painting. Well, I say little, but I've painted this in a large formats too. In fact, last fall, I sold a big one in St. Augustine, and right after it sold, I was commissioned to paint another fairly large one. I think it's the serene colors, the fact that it's water, sky, peaceful and quiet. This little painting seems to speak to many - that's what I've been told.
The ocean can evoke so many feelings. When I look out over the ocean I feel a certain sense of peace, but also uncertainty, curiosity, and respect for the power and vastness of this huge body of water.
This may be the last of this little gem and this style (but don't hold me to it). I'm heading in a different direction (again). Hopefully you'll stick with me while I continue this crazy journey.
For some reason this particular pineapple almost looks human to me. I guess it's the hair.
What is it about pineapples anyway? They're juicy, beautiful, tasty, and yet kind of hard to pare. It's worth the effort though. Pineapples also represent many of the things that are important to me - intangible things - warmth, welcome, friendship, and hospitality. I guess it seems kind of contradictory to be touting art (tangible), and yet talking about the intangible. It's all a balance really. It's my very humble opinion that we all need visual stimulation, visual aids, visual reminders about things. A painting, a sculpture, even the beauty of a musical instrument or other object can bring us joy, change our mood, and sometimes ultimately alter the whole course of the day. . . or at least the moment. We have to remember to take the time to look. . . and really see. "Stop and smell the roses" today - and every day.
Another Independence Day full of anticipation, and now finished and gone. Even though it's always pretty super hot here this time of year, I do think that this may be favorite holiday. Flags flying, people wearing all of their holiday attire and adornments, bbq, fireworks. . . it's just a fun holiday, without all of the lavish gift-giving. It's more of a time to have fun, eat, and enjoy the ride. Can't wait for next year!
A little boy decided he wanted this oyster painting and his mom bought it for him. He was probably about 7 years old. He was an amazing little boy. Very well spoken, smart, and very outgoing. His mom said she was having a very interesting journey with him because she is an introvert, and she's raising an extrovert by surprise. The little boy had eaten his first oyster recently, and this little guy memorialized that occasion for him. He was a very impressive young man and I was thrilled to share this little painting with him.
A beautiful extended weekend on St. Simons Island comes to an end. The weather was wonderful, and the people here are delightful. This painting sold on Day 3 of the 4 day show. Thirty minutes after the sale, another customer came back to buy it. Wish I would have had two of them! It never fails that one painting is the star of the show . . . but there is just never a way to know which painting it's going to be.
Okay, so it's been a while. Computer quit, painting has been eh, and time has been limited. Excuses, excuses, excuses, right? Well, I've discovered that I'm a highly sensitive person. I'd never thought myself like that, but sure enough, it's true. I guess you never get too old to discover something new about yourself. Being highly sensitive, and with that a creative mind, is both a blessing and a curse. Creativity consumes a lot of your thoughts - thinking of the next move, the next painting, the next process, technique, color, and so on. I'm always, always, trying to improve, pushing myself closer to where I'd like to be. I'm not even close yet. In the meantime, here's a bit of paradise.
You can't tell from the picture, but what really sets this little ranunculus apart is that it's painted on a gallery wrapped 1.5" canvas, so you can stand it up like a cube, or you can, of course hang it. The sides are painted black. It also has a black underpainting, which in this case works well. This little guy is sold, but I have some in other colors I'll be posting.
I painted this gorgeous sunny bouquet with the thought that someone would love to give it to someone special on Mother's Day instead of perishable flowers. Well, my show didn't work out so well this weekend (or the one before either), so I still have this available. It's small but packs a lot of flavor!
This is a painting from 2012. I was at one of my favorite beaches - Flagler Beach. I am not kidding when I say this man was out there surf fishing from sun up until almost sun down. His gal came and went, but he persevered. I really can't say whether he caught a bunch of fish. I was more interested in his tenacity. I snapped a few photos of them, and painted this picture from one of them. I sold this a long time ago, and I remember the woman who bought it loved it because she said it looked like her in a bathing suit, with a little tummy bulge, and of course holding the red solo cup. I've changed styles a lot in the past 5 years, but looking back - I still like this painting.
This, along with two complimentary paintings, sold at Boca Grande this past weekend. It was definitely a weekend of ebbs and flows. It's kind of hard to explain, and some things are just better left unsaid anyway. B.G. is a beautiful place though, and I love being there. It was a fun (and hot) show, and I got to hang out with some good chums. Will go back soon.
Pineapples. What is the attraction to pineapples? What is it they say to people? I think they say - "Hi. I'm from a warm tropical climate where people where flip flops and big brimmed hats. I'm beautiful inside and out. I'm juicy and just the right amount of sweet. You can cut off my top, throw it on the ground, and I'll start growing again. It's that easy."
I love spring. Everything about it. Except for this current cold snap we're having. I can't complaint since our winter was pretty mild this year - as it should be every year in my book. Spring colors are the best. I pretty much use them in my paintings year round. Everyone seems to be painting bunnies, so I figured I'd give it a try. This is my first one, and as soon as I have time, I'll be painting many more. I've always loved painting animals, but I often just don't have time to do it. Bunnies, goats, sheep - they are all coming up. . . . I hop. . . hope.
Is it just me, or is life just hard? That's about all I have to say about that. Sold this big ole heart at Tioga Town Center. Loved this heart, and almost hated to see it go. But I know it's now in the hands of someone else who will enjoy it even more than I would.
I just love the time change . . . . said no one ever. It sure messes things up. My animals wonder why I'm getting up in the middle of the night. I wonder why I overslept. Of course over sleeping for me is waking up at 6:00 instead of 5:00. So maybe it's a good thing.
I spent the weekend painting. Literally did nothing else but make a little food, and do laundry. My house is a mess. I hope that this weekend's painting madness will get me a little ahead so that my next weekend off, I can actually clean my house. We'll see. The mind of an artist is a weird thing. We always need to have that "one painting" with us on the road, or we might lose a sale. I wish it was controllable, but it's not. If I did prints then getting ready for the next show would be as easy, as pushing a few buttons to order more prints. But I don't - right now I only offer original work. Maybe I'll return to prints in the future. I would say I'll probably only do that if I can get the equipment to do it myself. We'll see.
These little paintings are usually gobbled up at shows almost quicker than I can paint them. Obviously, it's more about the explosion of color than anything. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I painted this because I normally don't stick to one color, and I probably wouldn't paint it again this way. Hmmmmm - you never know what's going on my mind. Maybe the sun was really bright that day, and this is what was in my mind's eye.
This is probably the first painting I ever did of a cow. . . one of the only paintings I've ever done of a cow for some reason, and this painting is from about 10 years ago, when I had just started really getting back into painting.
In any event, this is Queeny. Yes - cows do have horns - some of them anyway. Depends on the breed. Many people don't know that. She lived a long good life here on the farm. She was probably over 20 when she passed away several years ago. I painted this picture for my dad because she was one of our special cows. Most of them don't even have names. He opened the gift, and looked very surprised and said "Where am I going to put THAT?" Thanks, dad. I didn't stop painting, but I did stop giving paintings as gifts! ;) T