When I look up from the sink and reflect this is my pondering place. Abstracted art is like magical realism: this is my view, only dreamier.
Morning Fog
Angry Waves

This was day one at the beach…30+ mph wind, and COLD. I was freezing in a jacket, and was dry on shore, those are my crazy children playing in the water. I was hoping to plein air paint a bit, perhaps the wind will die down and I will have a chance later in the week.
The children named these waves angry waves.
“Water Lilies with Reeds”
“Rainy Cloudcroft”
“Puddle Person”
I have always been a puddle person. I remember when I was 6 years old. My parents took me to Disney World, we saw the sights, watched the shows, and rode the rides. At the end of the trip they asked me what my favorite part was, “the puddles!” I answered. I had never seen so much car-free cement in my life (nor have I since). I can feel the jump, the satisfying smack as my feet hit the puddle, and then, the weird limbo as my feet displaced the water beneath me, and my feet hit the ground with a satisfying spray of water all around me. I am still a puddle jumper, and I try to remember how much I love them when my labrador-children run and leap for the shining ground, or trudge through the lowest spots after the rain.
“Twist and Splash”
Boots, bathing suit, and puddles. What could be better? Note: I painted another painting in this series, Long Legs Splashing. For the artists reading this blog, I used the palette of colors on the tray of my easel from the first painting, and with the colors and values picked out – the painting was really fast to paint.






