Really, it's not about the pears. Look at the colors in the shadows, the spots of light on the pears, and the warm glow on the lace curtain. It's about Summer: the light, the warmth, the smell. ...ahhh.
I just love this little rooster, he reminds me of my wonderful trip to Ireland a few years back. He was scratching around Bunratty castle with his flock. It was a rare sunny day, and his feathers just glistened in the sunshine.
Every few days until Christmas, I will post several pieces of art from my "collection" of original paintings and drawings. These are all good work, they just haven't found the right home yet, and space is tight in my studio.
This is a great time to buy a gift of original art,
and I hope you see something that will bring beauty and joy for yourself or a loved one.
I had a dream last night that I sat on a swing and began swinging. The situation was: I was outside on my swing, and there were lots of people all sitting on swings all facing one direction as though we were going to watch a performance. After swinging for awhile, I noticed that everyone else was just sitting quietly in their swings. I was the only one swinging. So, I immediately tried to stop myself (remember how hard that is?) and tried to look like I had NOT been swinging, and had no idea how that had all started. I felt compelled to be a part of the un-swinging crowd, but I could not stop my momentum.
Now, knowing my dream is not about what swinging is a euphemism for, and considering I've always been a good girl, not a trouble maker, I analyzed this dream to be about my life spent doing what I am passionate about, despite how difficult it it is to find support for the arts in our society. I feel compelled to be someone I am not (a sales person, a techie, a schmoozer) in order to show and sell my work.
But creating? It is a joy, a prayer, a dream, a ....gift of a swing.
I hope you are one of those lucky ones who can make a trip to Western New York to visit the 4 studios of East Otto Country. Or, sign up for my newsletter, and I will keep you apprised.
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I always have new paintings, so my list involves vacuuming, dusting, and framing. All very un-loved activities, especially framing. But, I do love a clean space and well presented art.
It's funny, the annoying things we have to do to get the results we love. I am not one of those people who think the mundane chores of life are meditative and enjoyable. They are just a means to the end, which for me are:
BEAUTY, PEACE, ORDER, CALMNESS.
I wonder, if I can keep these my goals, instead of more tangible things like a vacation, a possession, or some artistic accomplishment, I can find the time and energy to do the un-loved chores.
These leaves were a lot of fun to paint, and I think are a good balance to the more realistic chickadee. I sometimes think I am using too bright colors when I am painting fall leaves, but then I look outside and say "nah". I feel lucky to live in an area with such abundant natural beauty. At least, I feel lucky until January. Then the prospect of a cold, dreary Winter makes me blue.
Last weekend spent painting at my friend's cabin. Day 1 was very overcast. I painted the pond using the muted colors I saw (see previous posting). The next day was as bright and beautiful a Fall day you could ask for. I tried to be a little more decisive painting alla prima, and this rather 'Fauve' painting is the result.