Friday, November 27, 2009

Holiday Attire


14 x 20 Oil on Canvas


In this season of Thanksgiving, I am so thankful for the time to paint.  It has such a snowball affect...I paint and it makes me happy, then the painting gets happy and hopefully all who view them get happy and then when the viewers are happy (thank you everyone for those nice comments) it makes me even happier and the paintings get happier and so on and so on.  I just love those kind of snowballs...they make me warm and tingly all over. And these little dogs, with their cute little dresses, sitting on their cute little stools it makes me want to laugh.  Thankful Happy Days



Monday, November 23, 2009

Peeking Sophie


8 x 10 Oil on Canvas


I have heard other artist say they shy away from painting family members because it is hard not to  become to hyper sensitive to the painting. Worrying the end result will not capture the likeness of the family member, since you know them so well and see their faces everyday.  I took this picutre of my little sleeping muse who was in the chair next to me one day as I was writing a post for my blog.  She just looked so cute it was hard to resist.  So on I went and started my painting, I hated it, it didn't look like her. I now know what those artists were talking about. I put it away for several weeks until I worked up the munster to try to make it look like her.  I took another stab at it and am fairly happy with the result. You will see my little miniture model again, since they other day I caught her posing really cute again and just had to snap a picture. Ta ta till next time.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Sophisticated Slumber


10 x 20 Oil on Canvas



It is almost comical how my life keeps geting in the way of painting. Ugh! Last week it was something, this week it is another big something else.  I almost want to create a time sheet of where all my time goes, but that sounds way too much like work. Yucky...  But really, where does it go?  I'm not going to complain,  though today I saw a report on a TV morning show of the woman who got her faced chewed off by the chimp, remember that?  and when the reporter asked what the familly is hoping for when she  goes home, her brother replied , well we really hope she gets to the place where she can bathe herself, put her clothes on herself and feed herself so she can have some independence.  Boy that puts things into perspective, doesn't it? No more complaining.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Ralph


9 x 12 Oil on Canvas

I recently attended a big conference and one of the really successful presentors told a story of her recent book triumph.  The success of her book was extremely satisfying to her because when she was young she was told she had absolutely no talent for writing and had shied away from it ever since. I can so relate!  I had a similar experience when I was in 7th grade and Mr. Saeger (See, I still vividly remember him) had turned my writing assignment blood red with his vicious red pen and brutal criticism of my prose.  I was deeply scarred....obviously for more decades than I want to admit.  But more recently, people have shared that they are enjoying reading my blog along with viewing my paintings.  Thank you to all that have shared their opinions with me, I really appreciate it. Maybe now I can put Mr. Saeger and his red pen in my mind's recyle bin and hit delete.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Sofa Sublime


12 x 12 Oil on Canvas


Okay so I know I said on one post that painting is like exercise, but now I want to add to that and say it is like golf.  If my mind is too active while I'm trying to hit the ball, bad news, I wiff it or it veers off  to the left or even sometimes right in the water.  When I started this yesterday, my mind was whirling. I am going on a trip on Wednesday so I was thinking about all the things I had to do before I leave, boy thinking just doesn't work when your trying to paint, it wasn't pretty. So I told myself, "self, stop stessing, it's not helping your painting."   It works out best if I just go in la la land and don't do any thinking at all. Perhaps I could even call it a zen state.  It sure is a good way to be totally present in the moment.