On Tuesdays, I look forward to receiving a box of fresh produce from Springdale Farm. It is fun to see what's in the box, and I really enjoy setting up and photographing several still life possibilities.
We have THE best neighbors across the street. They are so kind and loving, and I have become quite fond of their two children. Every year, they go strawberry and sugar snap pea picking, and always bring some for us to enjoy. There is nothing like a fresh picked strawberry! The peas were eaten within 10 minutes and the painting was started right away. I miss the days when we would go strawberry/apple/raspberry/peach picking with our kids and good friends.
This is probably the last of the Indian eggplant paintings. I hope to make a visit to Whole Foods this weekend to look for cherries as I will soon be in Door County to celebrate my acceptance at the Edgewood Orchard Galleries, and cherries are very important to Door County.
There is a "rule" in painting that objects should not 'kiss," but I love the negative space created by this kissing thing, and in the case of objects leaning against one another, I think it's got to be "legal" and if not, I'm breaking the rules anyway. So there.
The little Indian eggplants still interest me. I love their color, shape and sizes. Unfortunately, by the time I finish with them, they may be past their prime of freshness. Maybe I will make baba ghanouj with them tomorrow.
Yikes. I just realized I painted this once before, but I thought I was painting a different view. I guess you can paint the same thing several times and the paintings will never be exactly the same.
To me, the onions look like they are at odds, perhaps there was a misunderstanding.
I put off painting asparagus but it seemed to be the only vegetable we had around that I hadn't painted. It was a little challenging, but I would like to try again. This is a new blue bowl, the smallest of them all. My husband named this painting.
Today I spent the better part of the day experimenting with a new set of water soluble oil paints. I loved the juiciness of the paint, but I had no idea what to do with it. I have read other artists write that they "wiped off" and began again and now know what they mean, having done that FOUR times. I still have three very pathetic attempts waiting to dry so I can try to learn from them and move on.
I love acrylics because they dry quickly and I can accomplish many layers. With the oil paints, the "many layers" turned into a dirty mess.
I will try again, but perhaps I should keep my day job.
Today I visited with a gallery owner I know and while I was there, a very disheveled looking man--- a presumably unlikely gallery visitor---with several plastic grocery shopping bags entered the gallery, removed his shoes, and approached the owner. She greeted him by name and went to the back room where she retrieved a bag, and handed it to him. There was a nice, yet short conversation, which included him telling a joke. He thanked her, and then left.
The lesson that I already knew but was reinforced today is "Don't judge a book by its cover." Turns out this man is an art junkie, and spends a LOT of money in her gallery each year.
What followed was a discussion of how people discriminate against one
another because of appearances or other perceived differences. It was a
very nice visit with the gallery owner today, as usual.
I am reminded of an experience I had at another art gallery several months ago. I went expressly to see an exhibit of still lifes, and was barely acknowledged by the gallery attendant when I entered and when I asked a question about a painting. At the end of my visit, she was rude and dismissed me when I asked a question about the process for acquiring new artists. I felt so terrible when I left that gallery that I don't want to go back.
I am delighted to report that with this painting, I have officially relocated my studio from the basement ("The Dungeon") where I painted without a window, to the attic " Penthouse." Today is the first day I painted there. A dear friend helped me haul and reorganize and it is a dream space, freshly painted, heated, carpets cleaned, and with a real window and a bathroom. What more could I ask for?