Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Good to the Last Drop

18 x 13 cm


Amy (our cat) got the last drop. That's why the handle of the cream pitcher is missing.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The Bronze Affair

19,5 x 19,5 cm

As I head off to the flea market, Roland might as me to look for something particular. Sometimes it's something not so common, but as I walk down the main way I find one. Just one. And then I don't see one there again. That's exactly what happened in The Bronze Affair.  

Monday, February 4, 2013

One Cheerio at a Time

18 x 13 cm
One of my hospital stays was at a low point in life.  I didn't touch the food brought in by the nurses.  They keep track of this, you know, and after a few days, the doctors threatened to give me an IV if I didn't start eating.  The next tray was breakfast, and I stared at the food.  I didn't want to eat, but I didn't want an IV.  I stared at the Cheerios.  I couldn't pour them in a bowl, and add milk, but after a few minutes I could eat one Cheerio.  I don't remember how many I ate that morning, but I escaped the IV and worked out everything one Cheerio at a time.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

In Stitches

18 x 20 cm

They needled him, but he just laughed about it.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Likewise

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Not peanut M&M's, but they have pretty colors, and taste good.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Gift That Works

18 x 11,5 cm
Roland came home with a small gift.  When he handed it to me he said something to the effect that I could eat it after I painted it.  I could take that a couple of different ways, but I know Roland, and there were no strings attached.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Friday, March 23, 2012

Speaking of Spaghetti

22 x 26 cm
There was a discussion on Facebook about who makes the best spaghetti in town.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Goldenish Egg

11,5 x 9,5 cm
I don't have the hen that laid this egg.  But the egg wouldn't bring much money anyway.  It's not a golden egg, it's a goldenish egg.  And it's wax.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Tang

19 x 25,5 cm
My daughter's nickname is Tang, but she probably doesn't know it.  My other daughter and I were texting one day, and predictive texting wrote "tang" instead of the sister's name.   I didn't notice before I sent it off, and the texting daughter wrote back laughing, so we dubbed the sister Tang.
To texting, and people we love.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Küchenfreunde

21,5 x 21,5 cm

I painted this awhile ago for the rectangle challenge on DailyPaintworks, but wasn't sure it met the requirements after all.
There are two pieces in the bucket that we actually call Küchenfreunde, and they will probably be a painting themselves one day.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

My Little Red Car

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The background is more yellow in the painting.  But this red is better than the ones that show the best background.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Sugar and Spice and Dice

12 x 9 cm
I was looking for antique dice with a lot of character, but I found these round dice in an art museum gift shop and found them irresistible.

Friday, January 27, 2012

"Something's Gotta Give"

20 x 20 cm
Now I know from the DailyPaintworks challenge that there's a Pantone Color of the Year.  This year it's Tangerine Tango.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

What's For Breakfast

18 x 24 cm
I have memories of opening my eyes very in the morning to see a face right next to mine, and the voice of my young daughter bringing me out of my sleep by asking, "What's for breakfast?"

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Queen Is In

18 x 24 cm
Amy loves to roam the neighborhood, but also takes care of responsibility at home.  If I'm sewing and have fabric laying on the floor, she comes to inspect it, then lays down right in the middle to take a nap.  If I have a bunch of newly gessoed boards laying out to dry, she walks across one or two, leaving paw prints.  The board this is painted on, was autographed by Amy.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Adventzeit

27,5 x 20 cm
Finding the magic of Christmas in the busy month of December is not always easy, even though it may be simple. As simple as taking a piece of chocolate from the Advent Calendar each day, looking at the paper mache figures that represent some Christmas traditions, and choosing one to replace the chocolate.

The magic of Christmas simply comes from the heart.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Weihnachtsessen

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To eat, or not to eat.  We went to a Christmas dinner the other night, and found two pieces of chocolate at each place.  I got an angel and Santa.  I like chocolate, and wanted to just eat them, but this Santa had a nice face, and, oh darn.  I knew he needed to be in a painting.  I looked over at Roland's place to see which ones he got and saw two pieces of wadded up foil.  There's a price to pay, being a painter.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Roundoff


15,5 x 13 cm
As I watched my grandson learn how to do roundoffs in his gymnastics class, I remembered learning how to do roundoffs in school.  My sister liked gymnastics more than I did.  I liked the sports, like basketball.  But the worst thing about gym was the blue uniforms we had to wear.  Ugly.  And if we didn't have them there nice and clean every Monday, we got in a lot of trouble.
I could have painted stripes to contrast the roundness of the clementines, but since there are so many things we round off like numbers, tips, etc., I decided to round it all off with polka dots.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Golden Opportunity

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The good thing about having kids around, is that one can usually find an explanation for something gone wrong.  If the VCR isn't working, check to see if there's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the slot where the movies are supposed to go in.  There was one.
I was getting frustrated trying to get decent photos of paintings to post.  It's been very foggy so the lighting was bad, but today there was sun and I still couldn't get a good picture.  It was like looking at it through blurry eyes and I started to wonder if something had happened to my camera.  I checked the lens, and saw a fingerprint kind of look.  I smiled as I then remembered my four year old grandson had been taking pictures.  He was looking at the lens and I said "Don't touch the lens!"

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