Life is just a chair of bowlies....

Cherry Branch   oil on canvas   4 x 12 x 1.5

is quote from Mary Engelbreit and was seen on many of her greeting cards and like paper products some years past.  This quote always tickled my silly bone and reminded me not to take anything too seriously and to relish the unforeseen turn of events that peppers our lives.  Most of my work involves the creation of an idea, followed by sketches and the complex painting process of create and destroy, making the project last quite a while, sometimes a long long while, until resolution is reached....the point at which my personal sense of visual aesthetic is pleased.  But I try to sandwich light quick projects in-between...they take the edge off and fill my need for spontaneity.  While trimming a weeping cherry tree a few weeks ago, I was taken by the lush fruits that even this small tree was able to bring forth.  The work was painted from a clipped branch placed in view of my easel and worked on in, I believe, only two sessions, while I tried to capture its elegance before too much withering occurred.  I like it very much and feel that for a small work, it contains enough complexity to tease my intellect.  So be it.

Life really is just a chair of bowlies.

Yes...the garden

Radishes   watercolor/gouache   9 x 12

"Radishes" is a watercolor and gouache painting.  The paper was first coated with permanent white gouache, mixed to the consistency of cream, and allowed to dry.  This method allows for more flexibility in moving colors around and also provides a bit of opacity where intended without the mud that sometimes occurs when layering watercolor pigments.  I have always used it as a counterpoint in the work, i.e. juxtaposing it with transparent passages for that point::counterpoint effect.  In this case, the opaques are mostly in the background, but ease their way into the bunch on the leaves in the upper left.

The only time I have relished (no pun intended) radishes was in a brewery in Mill Valley  where they were served as an hors d'oeuvre, sliced ever-so-thinly and served with a pat of creamy butter at room temperature.  They are always delicious when painted.

Oh....the Garden

Beets   watercolor/gouache   10.5 x 21

We love beets at our house.  My husband's family is of Pennsylvania Dutch origin, so one of our favorites is Red Beet Eggs, or pickled beets and eggs.  We love them roasted, glazed, sliced, chilled in salads.  The leaves can also be prepared as a wilted lettuce dish.  The garden is coming in now...it is a glory to behold.  Graceful leaves and branches....colorful produce on the vine.  Painting produce is one of my favorite things this time of year.

Eat your veggies.....but paint them first.

Seeing...

Sun Queen   oil/canvas   20 x 16 x .5

the smaller things around us is such a pleasure.  A bit of quiet time allows these heretofore background scenes to permeate our consciousness.  These days our children live elsewhere and, for the first time ever, (temporarily, anyways) there are no pets in our home.  The bird feeders outside have been full of activity all summer along.  We are attentive to the comings, the goings and the rhythms of the bird world.  Goldfinches are perched at the tops of the sunflower stalks where they enjoy pulling out the seeds.  Enthusiasm gone wild.  Terrific.  The ebb and flow of the seasons.  A delight to behold.

Transplanted

Degrees of Ripeness   oil/canvas   30 x 10 x .5

We had a beautiful holiday weekend that included visits with siblings and nieces and nephews that we rarely see....our family has been scattered across the country....in California, Florida, Louisiana, Missouri, North Carolina, Ohio, Texas and Virginia. I don't that is so unusual these days. We share history with these relatives, so it is always wonderful to touch base and find out where life has been taking them. "Degrees of Ripeness" will be going home with my wonderful sister-in-law Ann Hutchinson Jenkins. She recently lost a pet of many years and I think that she was able to relate to the chaos I felt as I painted this work in a mid-July heat wave in my garden last year. I was definitely trying to make some sense of things. And.....as I also found out this weekend.....tomatoes don't grow well in Louisiana, her home, as they crave the cool nights and warm days of other climates. I am happy that my painting will find a home in her kitchen and will be a bit of a connection between us. Paintings are like children....we are always relieved when they find great homes.