9 new faces
Some paintings have a mind of their own
Miss Me a Little and more talk about my painting schedule
acrylic mixed media collage portrait painting
Being an artist, and working for yourself, is no different that any other job. You have to show up, and work. I honestly don’t know how I’ve been accomplishing anything lately. I paint for ten minutes, then I’m back doing computer work. Four hours later, I remember I was painting something, and I paint for 20 minutes. Back to the computer. I need to rein myself in, and focus for longer periods of time. It feels great knowing that later today I’ll be painting for 4 whole hours, nonstop. Yes!!
Rambling on about autumn and video of Sweet Pea purring
Sold!
Sold!
I’m off to get a very early start in the studio. Finished up a large painting last night. Yay! Photos later.
Throwing down some links and a new painting video
Sold!
Sold!
Happy PPF!!
PS: have you checked out the new book my artwork was published in yet?
Golf Sayings Wit and Wisdom has been released on Amazon.
Perm Day – portrait of three sisters
acrylic mixed media collage portrait painting
Mother and Baby Boy and Gray Room: a poem by Wallace Stevens
9×12 acrylic figure painting
Mother and Baby Boy
Gray Room Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown; Or lift one of the green beads\ Of your necklace, To let it fall; Or gaze at your green fan Printed with the red branches of a red willow; Or, with one finger, Move the leaf in the bowl–\ The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia Beside you… What is all this? I know how furiously your heart is beating.
Speaking of poetry, I started reading about e.e. cummings the other day, and found out he died in the same hospital as I was born, in North Conway, NH. Not the same year, he passed before I was born, but to think he knew that area, and had a farm there has me in a state of awe and wonder. How did I not know this?? All these years, I’ve read his poetry, and I didn’t know we have a little town in NH in common? It makes me wonder how very little I know about anything in life. sigh.
My mother died in the same hospital three years ago. It’s a small, small world. Now I want to read everything I can get my hands on about Mr. Cummings, but my poetry class marches on quickly. I have been struggling to keep up, so I’ll have to leave e.e. for when I have more time.
On the easel this weekend
- « Previous Page
- 1
- …
- 205
- 206
- 207
- 208
- 209
- …
- 216
- Next Page »