I love pears, I love to eat them, and arrange them in bowls on my table. I love the way they seem to have hips and body shapes, no two just alike. I painted these because I know I won’t be buying any pears for a while. I will trade the sturdy lunch box fruit of the school year for the tender stone fruits of summer.
I love the changing of the seasons.
Here are my Best/ Least of summer-
Texas: homegrown tomatoes/ chiggers
New Mexico: desert sunsets/ tomatoes
Komorebi (Japanese): The sort of scattered, dappled light effect that happens when sunlight shines in through trees.
Christ in the Desert Monastery is nestled at the back of this canyon. The desert truly sings in the surrounding silence.
“Mom who is that?”
“My cousin Katharine.”
“The beautiful one?” My son asked.
“Yes.” I answered.
Inside and out beautiful pretty much sums her up.
From the photos my dad and Uncle took, her wedding was lovely too.
10×8 pastel on sanded paper.
I created this painting as a commission from a couple of beach photos. The photos were at different times of day, it was fun playing with the possible compositions and colors (thumbnails really are helpful).
“Into each life some rain must fall.”
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I read an article last night in Smithsonian magazine about a neurosurgeon who teamed up with a neurologist. It seems like a logical team, but apparently it is unusual for those two disciplines to work together. These two Doctors figured out a way to insert a small electrical probe into people’s brains, and stop a tremor caused by a stroke or Parkinson’s Disease. The article went on to recount one particular patient and his journey towards elective surgery (it was affecting his golf swing) and play by play of his surgery (which he was awake for). To test if the probe was in the right place they had him draw spirals on a clip board during different stages of the surgery. The surgery was a success, his spirals went from shaky to smooth. As I fell asleep I wondered who would elect to have brain surgery.
Then today I got in the car to drive to NM with my dear husband. He likes to drive, so I had all day to sit. Why not paint? We weren’t in a car actually, we were in a SUV, and it was a fairly bumpy drive. I had time and desire to paint, but couldn’t get my hands to hold still. Then I remember the article, and thought how I just had to wait until a small town for a red light, or even a pit stop to regain the steadiness in my hands. I chose for this one small painting to paint with my hands shaking.
18″x6″ oil on canvas.
I spent a delightful morning plein air painting with a friend. Good weather, good company, good suggestions.
“You know full well as I do the value of sisters’ affections: There is nothing like it in this world.”
― Charlotte Brontë
18″x24″ pastel on sanded board
I found this great poem on a packet of Indian Paint seeds: “A strange little flower with a sun-kissed nose, without perfume yet red as a rose. Did some Indian maiden plant you here in the footprint left by the hoof of a deer?” -A.V. Hudson
