Wednesday, July 18, 2007
This painting is of trees seen from my daughter's window. Specifically, trees seen in silhouette, at twilight. One night this past winter, she was up with a very high fever. I had come in to her room to check on her, expecting her to be asleep. Instead, she lay there, eyes bright with her fever, exhausted, just gazing out at those trees. She started talking about those trees, how she could see birds, and squirrels and shapes out there... wondering if there were fairies.
I decided to make her a painting of "her" trees. For me it encompasses lots of things: parenting, keeping vigil with a sick child, being in that quiet moment to just enjoy beauty, plus the wonder of a child's imagination & wonder (fairies, magic). So, I made her a painting to keep, and I also made this smaller version, to share.
My daughter's name is Skyler, so I call this Blue Sky.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
This is one of the completed paintings from our trip to Warm Springs. We had hiked along this river (I need to find out the name of it). The water was amazingly clear, and blue.
This is oil on canvas. The painting measures 6"x12"
Monday, July 9, 2007
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
The past couple of weeks have been a bit of an upheaval around here. Just to recap:
*my children are home from school. Full time. I have not signed them up for any camps, programs, lessons or anything structured, mainly because they haven't really expressed a desire to go do these things. Instead we'll have the pool, fireflies, field trips, farmer's markets, library, playgrounds and playdates.
*Immediately after Miss S. finished her last day of kindergarten, we took off to the Outer Banks for the week. Now we're home and trying to find some semblance of a routine. The beach was great, by the way. We took the boat of course.
* my studio, which is on a 2nd floor loft in our sunroom, gets amazingly hot by noon. Hot enough to melt crayons. Hot enough to make me cranky while painting and lose my focus enough to ruin a good morning's work. Hot enough that I finally just set up a table downstairs, where it is at least 15 degrees cooler.
The dog seems to like my new studio location.
But, still, I'm managing to carve out painting time. Negotiating with D. so that he can get writing time, I can paint. This morning he's taking the kids on an excursion to Chuck E. Cheese, which is my own personal hell, so I'm grateful that he's taking the hit.
Through the mayhem of summer, I'm painting.