Screwdrivers

This is not another story about my husband needing something and he went looking for it in my studio. This was his idea. When he saw the painting of the nail polish, he said I should paint some screwdrivers. So I got them, took them to my studio, and painted (a painting of) them.

Naia's Bouquet

Collin and Kristin were telling me how hard everyone was working in the yard. Naia collected some of the trimmings and made bouquets. Fruits of their labor.

Polish It

aceo * When my kids were young, we had a fun time at Halloween with nail polish and paint. We polished our nails, then painted spider webs, ghosts, and other Halloweeny motives on them.

Srawberries

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Red Flowers

17,5 cm * My style of abstract. I had fun, loosened up, and used a board with an unfinished painting I didn't like.

Joy

3 1/2 x 3 1/4" "Die Sprache der Blumen" The Language of Flowers

Daisies in Blue

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The Door

12,5 cm As far as my home work goes, it's easier for me to get a plein air perspective from my studio. When I paint outside I get cameos, which, as far as perspective goes, may look more like a still life that can be painted inside. There are important factors that make a difference painting outside. Maybe the biggest one is the light. Figuring out where to put the light and shadow as it is constantly changing. And then there are all kinds of things floating around out there. Dog hair, of course, bugs (two landed on the painting today), and maybe even a bird feather. My brushes joined in and for some reason put down more hair than paint today. As the saying goes, there must be something in the air.

Soul Food

17 x 14 cm

As my husband and I were walking down the street, someone called to my husband from a side street, and he disappeared to talk with the man. A few minutes later, my husband returned with a bag of potatoes and onions that this man had harvested from his garden. After eating some of the potatoes, I thought the remainder would look better in the colander than in a plastic bag sitting on the counter. And it did, so of course I thought I needed to paint it. I didn't get around to it yet, when my husband announced that we would have some potatoes for lunch/dinner today. Oh oh. He would start in two hours. I thought that's enough time to paint them. No. Not quite. He came in to start the potatoes and couldn't find them. It took him half a second to think where to look for them. He came upstairs, and sure enough, found them in my studio. I told him he could take potatoes but not the colander, and finished painting while he started cooking. Now if Gordon was here, we would wait another minute while he got his camera to take a picture of the work of art we were sitting down to eat. Soul food.

Buffaloed

15 x 10 cm

Oh, give me a home...

Cheery Cherries

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Carrots

This time when we were shopping, nothing looked good enough to paint. I made a comment to that effect, but my husband wouldn't let me get off that easy. He picked up a bunch of carrots and said "here". At home I wandered around the house looking for a basket or something to put the carrots on or in, but nothing was looking right. I had a couple of things in my hands, and set them down for a second, then thought, oh that's perfect. The basket and the way the carrots laid in front of it. But it was right on top of my paint box, with everything I needed inside.

On Plaid

12,5 cm If the plaid isn't precise (which it isn't), don't blame me. My daughter won't let me paint precise plaid. She says it's not me.

Muggy

8,5 x 12,5 cm Because it's so hot today.

Summer Bouquet

22,5 x 36 cm Summer vacation! The young daughter of one of the secretaries wanted to buy the bouquet, and picked every piece specially. Her mother had remembered the colors and shapes of bouquets I like.
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Mugged

10 x 15 cm

Meeting Point

12,5 x 8,5 cm *

Persimmon

7,5 x 9 cm I was looking around in the produce section, and the persimmons looked good enough to paint. And so I did paint them.

Rosy

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Funky Flower

6,5 x 16,5 cm It just wasn't going the way I wanted, and I was about to toss it and start over because it was so funky. Then I thought, funky. I thought if I called it funky I could finish it as funky. A rose by any other name......?