Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Lazy . . .

So.
Tell the truth.
Is it lazy to spend a summer morning indoors deep in watercolor?


Saturday, June 11, 2016

Summer gauze . . .

I saw the word 'gauze' used to describe the early morning haze in their photograph this morning and it gave me pause.
That's exactly what summer days are - layered in gauze.
From early morning through the humid summer heat - all shrouded in gauze.
Yesterday I took up the brush and sprayed my palette and made the decision to use a different color than the typical cobalt or indigo for summer sky.
The sultry heated haze was pale yellow making the distant trees golden.
Even the greens are muted when clouded with heat shimmer.
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Friday, June 10, 2016

These little gems give me pleasure . . .


A severe lack of words today coupled with a desire to post work.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

June . . .

A new month - a renewed beginning.
I am finally organizing my work so I can post new work on my BigCartel shop site.
This is the hardest thing for an artist, I believe.
To take time every day to photograph and market their work.
How will the world ever see these sweet little works if I don't make time?
New month - new attitude.
It's all out there.


Saturday, February 20, 2016

Soldered glass watercolor pendants . . .

All ready for one of my favorite shows this Sunday.
Art & Soup benefit for the Visiting Nurse Association in Omaha.
I have packed 50+ watercolors and 20+ oil paintings and these.
I had so many little pieces  of watercolor paper left from cutting paper to the right sizes for bigger works that I hated throwing them away.
I started painting these little paintings - 1" square to 3/4"x2" - and suddenly I had a pile.
What to do?
My darling friend Rachel Two Dog Pond gave me a one on one lesson.
Lucky me!
So $200 later for equipment and gorgeous rolo chain, here we are.
Ready for their first showing tomorrow.
Good luck to me!

Monday, February 15, 2016

Friday, February 12, 2016

Before the snow goes away . . .



One last chance to play in the snow before it all goes away.

The Cub on skis




Ed finds the Honda 50 and snow irresistible.
But unmanageable.









Which reminds me of this little beauty from two years ago.