I cut these apples from the tree in Shannon's yard. Apples are such a common fruit, supermarkets piled high with them, but when the branch comes straight off the tree, they become special.
In my love of painting faces, I come back again and again to Garbo. Did you ever notice she has a little cleft chin? Is that an imperfection or does it make her more perfect?
At this time of year our Gingko tree is loaded with pretty little leaves. They make a delicate, ruffly pattern I enjoy painting. Soon they will turn bright yellow and fall, covering our yard with yet another beautiful pattern.
I have spoken of the Gingko in earlier posts. It is a remarkable tree. (I think it possesses magical properties.)
I love to see that splash of bright blue when they fly low across the yard. This bluebird is a member of the thrush family. In this painting he is perched on the rim of the birdbath, a favorite spot for him to rest and for me to watch.
It is funny how difficult it is to paint a face at a slight angle. Your eyes and brain just naturally want to straighten everything up, so I think Marlene might not be lined up as perfectly as she should be.
Too bad I had to paint her hollow cheeks so dark, but she just was not herself until I did.
She was so amazing in the old movie, Judgment at Nuremberg.
We love the birds that come to our bird baths, especially the ones who turn to give you a sardonic smile. We laugh when they splash wildly and happily in the water. This one is saying, "Doesn't take much to amuse you, does it?"
These are last year's persimmons. In fact, I painted this last year and am posting it only just now.
I was trying for some perspective to show the distant persimmons very distant and fading out. Don't know how well it worked, but I love painting the little orange fruits.
Persimmon season is coming. I can see them on the tree down the street. Soon new ones to paint. And eat.
A very tall Red Point Maple grows in my yard. It is a joy to see it in all its colors throughout the year. As I observed it last year I was charmed by the small branches of colorful leaves. So pretty just hanging daintily and slowly changing day by day.
It sure drops a thick layer of leaves in the winter.
These are the same persimmons as in Fuyu Family, but it is not the same painting.
I love painting little orange fruits like persimmons and oranges. Just about the time I think I have painted enough of them, another harvest comes and I must paint again.
Paint them whole or sliced, lying down or standing up straight, with stems or without. Pears have so much to offer. Especially that pretty little star when you cut them across.
The morning light hit the low hills across the meadow, making them glow. Only a few minutes later they were a different color, and that went on all morning. One might think I exaggerated the bright color in the painting, but I did not. Such a fine way to enjoy your morning coffee.
I am enjoying learning about Tonalism, so I am trying my hand at it. I hope to do more because I find it very interesting and moody. I am also trying the new thing for me which is landscape on square canvas. I like this one. I think it is cute. (Can something be both cute and moody?)
I looked out and there she was under my window, looking right at me. She hung around while I got my camera and then lingered even longer as the morning passed. I left her alone to let her rest awhile.
This is the final painting of last summer's cherries. I painted this one on an old canvas that had been washed down so many times I did not know if paint would even stick to it. It was pretty slick. I had a little trouble with it because of that, but it turned out that the worn out old canvas was good for something after all.
Pears have been a favorite subject of mine since the very beginning of my painting endeavors. They still charm me with their shape, color, stems, variety. Actually, any painting of a pear turns out kind of good no matter who paints it.
In the painting the colors are somber, and there is hardly any point of interest, just one leaf among many. It was hard to do, and I thought about washing it down, but something told me not to. I am glad I listened because now I like it.