Ghost Ranch, NM
Sunrise 7:01am – Ghost Ranch, NM
Traveling on Foot
“There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot”. -Wendell Berry
Primrose Pirouette
8″x4″ original oil on panel
I have heard people with cancer refer to it as a fight, as a bad roommate, and my favorite: as a dance. This pink dance of flowers is in honor of you, Jan.
💕 Please enjoy a celebration of pink paintings this month, in honor of breast cancer awareness. I paint for my friends and family who have fought the good fight against cancer, for their families, and for all caregivers who help along with the journey toward a healthy self (body, soul, and spirit). In my strokes of pink, are prayers of strength and healing.
Winsome Sky
8″x10″ original oil on panel.
Ouchita Trail, Arkansas
A new day! A sunrise painting is my perfect reminder: today is a new day. New hope. Another try. Another day to celebrate ordinary moments. One little thing I celebrate in this painting, are all the juicy, wonderful strokes of paint!
💕 Please enjoy a celebration of pink paintings this month, in honor of breast cancer awareness. I paint for my friends and family who have fought the good fight against cancer, for their families, and for all caregivers who help along with the journey toward a healthy self (body, soul, and spirit). In my strokes of pink, are prayers of strength and healing.
Spring Growth
8″ square panel
“I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter’s tough, but spring’s coming. I believe that there’s a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.” -Steve Southerland
Roadside Mosaic
8″x4″ oil on panel
“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.”
— John Muir
Quiet Rain
7″x5″ pastel on sanded paper
“Into each life some rain must fall.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A few houses back, I put a rain gauge on a piece of wood with this quote in my garden. I love the literal and the metaphorical meaning.
Yesterday my feet were wet all day long, it was a little reminder that most days I enjoy the luxury of dry socks, and that yesterday I got to start my day with a splash!
Please enjoy a celebration of pink paintings this month, in honor of breast cancer awareness. I paint for my friends and family who have fought the good fight against cancer, for their families, and for all caregivers who help along with the journey toward a healthy self (body, soul, and spirit). In my strokes of pink, are prayers of strength and healing.
A Flower Not a Weed
12″ square pastel on sanded paper
“Be honest, be nice, be a flower not a weed.” –Aaron Neville
I love this quote. Be a flower not a weed! Who would deny the beauty of these Evening Primroses? Some people might call them weeds, I prefer the term “wildflowers”, and I delight in their wild, pink beauty! I am a firm believer that the difference between weed and plant is often one of marketing. Perhaps passing yourself off as flower, rather than weed is making people believe you belong, and that starts with deciding so yourself.
Please enjoy a celebration of pink paintings this month, in honor of breast cancer awareness. I paint for my friends and family who have fought the good fight against cancer, for their families, and for all caregivers who help along with the journey toward a healthy self (body, soul, and spirit). In my strokes of pink, are prayers of strength and healing.
Pure Joy!
9″ square mixed media on canvas paper
JUMP! Jump for joy! This image made me smile. It is a study for a commission. This painting took on a life of its own. It strayed wildly from the palette I chose for the commission. This image just didn’t want to be a beautiful neutral, it wanted to sing loud and clear! I used a Holbein acrylic color named “luminous opera” which has a much more poetic ring than “fluorescent pink.”
Please enjoy a celebration of pink paintings this month, in honor of breast cancer awareness. I paint for my friends and family who have fought the good fight against cancer, for their families, and for all caregivers who help along with the journey toward a healthy self (body, soul, and spirit). In my strokes of pink, are prayers of strength and healing.
Grass Springing Up
10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.”
-Elenora Duce
Please enjoy a celebration of pink paintings this month, in honor of breast cancer awareness. I paint for my friends and family who have fought the good fight against cancer, for their families, and for all caregivers who help along with the journey toward a healthy self (body, soul, and spirit). In my strokes of pink, are prayers of strength and healing.
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