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.
Around the same time I made my little book, But Not So, I drew this image. Long time ago. I did not have internet readily available then, and I did not know how a reindeer's antlers went actually. I consulted lots of books and I think I did an honest job. It was interesting to learn that the brow tine that goes down the center of his face is only one. It is not a case of a symmetrical pair of antlers.
I used Piper and Keely from But Not So as my model for Molly. Molly was just as pretty, but I felt that a more recognizable breed was called for here. The image is in honor of Molly, a very good girl.
You can use the link below to buy reproductions of this image from Fine Art America.
Little orange fruits! I love to paint them. I was so happy to find these at Trader Joe's all carefully packaged so that their crazy little leaves were not scrunched. Sometimes they dry out and break, ruining their perfect beauty for my painting, but not this time. Even when the leaves turn brittle, the fruit still tastes good. I like mine with a wedge of lime.
When I cut into this apple for lunch, I gasped at the beauty of the colors in its glistening cut surface. So I hurried to take some pictures before I ate it.
It tasted pretty good. It is a Cameo Crisp (never heard of it before). Fujis are my preferred apple, but I like to try new things, and I am glad I did because it gave me a whole new painting. Thank you.
When I began Murray (who lives with Georgette and Elizabeth), I thought maybe I would not finish it because the colors were so neutral. Where would the point of interest be? But as I continued I found him just so beautiful, and now I love the neutral colors. They are beautiful too.
Before I ate the cherries, I poured them out on the table and let them fall where they may. I then photographed them from several angles. Now I have so many images to paint. On that day, I could not take a bad photograph. I love when that happens.
Georgette belongs to my friend Elizabeth who I met through Zentangle. We get together regularly with others to tangle. Can you really say a cat "belongs" to someone? If not, then Georgette lives with Elizabeth.
This is the box of crayons I keep in my studio with all my art supplies. They are fun to use and you never know when a budding genius will show up wanting to spend time with you. And, ah, the sense of continuity with the past, knowing Crayola still makes magenta.
As a little girl I loved playing jacks, playing with others, playing alone. My jacks of choice were fat and heavy and my favorite ball was a golf ball. Had to play on a concrete surface in order to get a good bounce with the ball. That equipment was probably too heavy for my third-grade hands, but it was necessary if you took your jacks seriously.
It looks like flowers will defeat me, and still I attempt to paint them. When I see them in real life, they are so beautiful that I cannot resist the desire to paint them, but so often they end up looking amateurish. I cannot decide if this one is good or not. It seems constrained, uptight. I like the stem in the jar though.
Simone Simon, such a pretty one. I liked her in Cat People, a scary and psychologically interesting old movie. Her hair was darker in that movie, but she is blondish here in this photo that I found. Hollywood probably made everybody a blonde at least once.
Although the whole family of deer were in the yard, lying about, they would not let me get close enough for many good pictures. I have moved the bird bath in hopes of luring them closer so that I can have more of a clear shot at them this year.