Showing posts with label farm scene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farm scene. Show all posts

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Farm on the Ridge

Farm on the Ridge
Oil on black canvas, 24x24


Feeling somewhat better, I stopped to paint a farm on a ridge. Halfway through the painting, I realized all was not well, still. I ended up leaving of the event early, and skipping a show the following weekend. 

When I looked at the painting I'd made, I did think that maybe I should get sick more often. One of my collectors bought that painting, but I decided to paint is again, as part of the Red Barn series. 

I love the colors in this one, the light and dark reds, the high blue sky and the autumn-gold fields. I love the deep shadows in the front, and the collected buildings, huddled together on the ridge. 

And I love feeling healthy and well! 

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Dog of the Day

It's Jada, who lives with Elissa and her family in Stonington, CT. 
They adopted Jada, and I've always been so glad that they did. 
She loves them - and it is mutual - but like so many rescues, she's not an easy dog.

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A final thought

"To succeed in life, you need two things:
ignorance and confidence." 

- Mark Twain


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Light Beneath the Clouds - and the Funniest DOD Ever!

Light Beneath the Clouds
Oil on canvas, 10x10, $100 plus shipping

I love this painting because it captures that eerie, greenish light that you get beneath the clouds when a thunderstorm is moving in. I think it's mostly created by the combination of the purple and yellow in the sky, and a pop of light on the field and the roof of the main building. 

I'm continuing to love the black canvases, and the ragged edges of the painting showing on it. What do you think? 

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'Nuff said


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Dog of the Day

IN THE KITCHEN, where I do my morning computer stuff, I sit at a gateleg table. Usually, the extra part of the table is down, but the other day, it was up. So when the dogs came into the kitchen, clamoring to be let out, I didn't see Woodreau. Then he was in the scrum of dogs at the door, and I still didn't see him. But when he got to the bottom, I just had to laugh. He'd somehow gotten one leg and his tail through a leghole and the waist of a pair of Peter's briefs. The sight has kept me laughing for days.