I apologize for the terrible photo. I can't get the colors right on this. The "table" is more of a soft yellow/ochre color. I found this little iron chair at IKEA several years ago, and it was crying out for something to sit upon it. I think it elevates the importance of the orange. Silly, I know, but that's how artists think, I think.
My daughter brought me this lovely little bouquet on New Year's Day, when we baked Nana's Chocolate Italian Cookies together. Like any other living, breathing artist, I knew it would be the subject of a painting. During these cold, winter days, it has been a bright spot, as flowers make me happy. It was also rewarding and joyful for me to use the new Italian palette knife my son gave me for Christmas. I was much happier with the painting after a little scraping and smearing.
Well, I ran out of polar bear photo references, and I sooooo enjoy painting all those luscious whites, so I looked around and there before me was my very own teddy bear (yes, that's the breed), Oliver, all fresh and clean from his New Year's bath. He was a willing participant today--- he usually runs from the camera.
Happy New Year all!
One of the ladies in my art group visited Churchill, Canada and took the most magnificent photos of polar bears and other arctic animals. With New Year's Day rapidly approaching and the Polar Plunge taking place in many cities, I thought it would be appropriate to paint this beautiful animal. As a person who thinks anything below 70 degrees is cold, I can't even imagine what it would be like to jump into freezing water.
Thanks to Vicki Marx for the use of her spectacular photo.
I took the photo reference for this painting last year in my next door neighbor's yard. Her young dogwood tree was decorated with red holiday balls and the freshly fallen snow had piled up on them. For someone who hates cold and winter, I admit I love the brightness, the shadows, and the colors of the snow. FYI, my husband, my best critic, has absolutely no idea what this painting is all about. That's a bad sign, because, despite his color blindness, he is usually correct.
A few years ago, my Art Ladies group went on a llama trek through the Rio Grande trails. We each had our own llama, who carried our supplies through the trails to a beautiful spot where we painted and had lunch. It was a wonderful day and surprising how attached we all felt to the llamas. Perhaps we were missing our pets at home. Sorry I can't remember my llama's name.
Meet Lady, a horse we met at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. At the time, she was old and blind and very sway-back, but affectionate and seemingly happy. She has the run of the ranch, unlike most other horses there.
I started this as part of a class on miniature paintings. I didn't fully understand what that entailed, but since I paint "small," I figured it would be a piece of cake. HA! Was I wrong! This is much more detailed than I am accustomed to painting.
Sunsets are beautiful to watch, but I think very difficult to paint. You just can't improve on something so beautiful. Our family recently spent several days on Captiva, Florida, where the sunsets are magnificent. People line the beaches just to see each evening's performance. It is reported that some see a bright green speck just before the sun sets, but unfortunately we did not see it.