Saturday, June 5, 2010

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Pansy

8 x 8 cm Today was plein air. Even if just to the backyard. It's kind of like kids starting out with the tent in the backyard before going camping in the wilds with the bears and mosquitos. And there are wonderful things even in our backyard, like this pansy. Neither one of us planted it, so we figure the birds did. The first thing I did was spill my turpentine. No, that was the second thing. The first thing is that I forgot my paintbox. Duh. I had my brushes, boards, and turp to spill, but no paint. And no rags to clean it up. Good thing we started in the backyard.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Black Bird

aceo
He was in an earlier painting, but you probably wouldn't recognize him. Even though it was even named after him, it only shows his feet.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Friday, May 28, 2010

Two Pairs

24 x 17,5 cm These pears just aren't pears until they have those tiny little dots.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Dancing Daisies

17,5 x 24 cm When I pick flowers from the garden, I like to make loose, carefree arrangements.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Sugar And Spice

aceo Sugar and spice, and everything nice. Cinnamon toast, apple pie, cherry pie. My grandmother.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Spotlight

17 x 14 cm
Sometimes I think I know the truth about something and later find out differently. I know I don't know which mushrooms outside are safe, so I just leave them alone. They are sure interesting to look at though.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Recycling

30 x 40 cm A friend gave me an old honey jar she found.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Peanuts

aceo This guy works for peanuts.

Das Rotkehlchen

aceo I heard something and looked up. This guy was sitting on a branch talking to me. He had a bit to say.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Secrets In The Sauce

11,5 x 11 cm When my husband and I are cooking together, I make the Hollandaise Sauce. It's not because I'm the expert, but because there's a lot of stirring at the stove involved. He gets everything ready in a pan and says: "Here. Stir." Or I put everything in the pan that he tells me to, then stir, while he's working his magic on something else. He comes over once in awhile to see if the yolks are just the right color to say it's done. Only because I ask him to. While we're eating, he thanks me for making the sauce. Well ... I sort of did.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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