Can’t Keep A Good Still Life Down

Bottle With Three Oranges

Watercolor & Watercolor Crayon on Yupo   20″ x 28″

 

Ball, Bottle, Box

Acrylic on Paper   11″ x 15″

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Summer Paintings

Still Life (Red And Green)   Acrylic on Board

 

Still Life With Peach  Walnut Ink  and Gouache   25″ x 11″

 

Small Landscape  Acrylic on Canvas  20″ x 16″

 

 

Silence

Silence

Acrylic on canvas   48″ x 48″

Visiting Acrylics For Awhile

Needing the feel of paint stuck to my fingernails again, I pulled out the acrylics and my big glass palette.  This painting is 48″ x 24″ on a gessoed panel.

I prepared three panels, thinking that I would paint a triptych but decided I liked the panels standing on their own.  Mostly green for this panel, but had lovely time using iridescent white, a paint I’ve never used before but will certainly incorporate in a painting or two in the future.

Debating with myself about where to go with the third panel.  Yellow?  Blue?  Purple?  I’m leaning towards black because there were a few sunny days that shocked my rain-soaked system, but nothing has firmed up yet in my art brain…except thinking I will have to add those dotty dots for continuity.

2018 And All Is Watercolor

It seems that I’m spending both more time and less time in the studio these days.  More time because I have two classes to prep for, and less time because…I have two classes to prep for.  Sheesh!

Three small watercolors (11″ x 15″) and still working with (oh boy!) grids

Lot’s Wife

I’ve always admired abstract artists who can go to their studios, grab a brush and a canvas, and leap in to painting.  Whether it is laziness, creative terror or lack of imagination I usually need a jumping point.  It can be as simple as a cloud formation, irritation with the current political situation, or a phrase that tickles my fancy.  The poem Lot’s Wife by Anna Akhmatova had been tucked in the back of my mind for some time, when I pulled it out and jumped for this watercolor.

Lot’s Wife

 

Anna Akhmatova

 

And the just man trailed God’s shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
“It’s not too late, you can still look back

at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed.”

A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.

From Poems of Akhmatova, by Anna Akhmatova and translated by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward. Published by Little, Brown & Co. © 1973 by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward. Granted by permission of Darhansoff & Verrill Literary Agency. All rights reserved.

Goodbye Summer, My Old Friend

Hard to believe that the summer is almost over, and that all the oil paintings I planned to paint are still unpainted, even though the studio windows were cranked open wide.  Where did June go?   Did I daydream through the whole month?  And July, where did July hide?

In September, just around the corner September,  my classes will again begin at the Tukwila Community Center…Open Studio where I am The Enabler with advice and encouragement on Thursdays from 10 until noon, and Truly Beginning Watercolor on Friday mornings where I will be Teacher Extraordinaire…hopefully.

While Listening to Gregorian Chant

It’s been a long time since I last dipped a brush in the water bucket, so for the past couple of weeks I’ve been digging around in the watercolor box, muttering, Keep it simple, keep it simple!  I was pleasantly surprised to find that I hadn’t forgotten everything but what I had forgotten was how very beautiful watercolor colors can be.  Once again I’ve fallen in love with the medium…hoping I can pass this love on to the newbies.

August Still-life In A Grid