I used to start getting ready for school the last week of July. Our school starts early here, gets out early as well. But I remember the feeling that last week of July just getting ready to start school.
Now, it's the feeling I get the last week of September, putting an end to summer. It's a little sad, you know? Even hot and dry as it was, it's sad to see another summer go by.
But painting gets me through winter, too, so I might as well start now.
Thanks Vic!
Name: Horseshoe Griffin Efland, NC (Zone 7a) And in the end...a happy beginning!
I think your painting will be yet another beauty, Sharon.
I wish I wasn't such an idiot. I wish I could just draw something; painting like you do won't come in this life, not enough time left to get it down to an art like you have.
Shoe, take a break. I can teach you to paint. Promise!
On the other hand, these might be more to your liking. Did them a few years ago for a friend to take to a Farmer's Market for each of the things he sold. I think he laminated them.
I have to laugh at the leaves on the strawberry. I painted them in the dead of winter as I remember and for the life of me I couldn't remember what the top of a strawberry looked like. Duh. Did OK with the others, though, except maybe the purply eggplant should have been browner.
Anyway, I was thinking of these paintings when I read your comment. Thinking that if we lived closer, there might be a whole lot of painting going on.
Name: Horseshoe Griffin Efland, NC (Zone 7a) And in the end...a happy beginning!
Okay, I'll make s'mores with weenie nuggets then!
Hmmm...wonder what those would be called? A weenie chunk on a stick nestled next to a marshmallow, slid off onto a chocolate covered graham cracker . Could be great!
Then again, could be terrible and aptly named "no mores"! ::>(
Shoe: Bleeeecccchhhh! I agree with Sharon, and "Nosmores" is a good name for that concoction!
Sharon: Your paintings are wonderful and that commissioned piece you are working on is really going to be nice. I love the colors in that quilted pillow. Quilting is another talent I always wished I had, but what I really wish I had is ...P A T I E N C E , or at least a longer attention span! I'm like Shoe, I can't even draw a straight line. My youngest sister used to paint and was quite good. My dad drew and I guess she got some of his talent, unfortunately I didn't acquire a lick of talent from my parents. My sister has always known how much I love the mountains so about 20 or so years ago she painted a Triptych for me of a mountain scene with a cabin in the woods. It's packed away at the moment but I will be finding a wall for it again in the near future.
~ I'm an old gal who still loves playing in the dirt!
~ Playing in the dirt is my therapy ... and I'm in therapy a lot!
Thanks Lin,
Triptychs are great if you have a large enough wall for them. Of couse they could be done on a small scale too. I hope you find a place for the one your sister painted, you know I love the mountains and I'd love to see a picture.
The last triptych I did was 6' x 4', with each panel being 4' x 2'. It was fun to do, but seemed to take such a chunk of time. It was a commissioned piece, and I'm not always fond of commissioned pieces if I'm being told what to paint. It's much more fun to just match colors and paint what I want to, which is what I'm doing with the painting above.
The one above is about 3' x 4', so it's pretty big as well.
I'm enjoying painting it though, because the lakes are all around me and this is a scene I see all the time.
Name: Mary My little patch of paradise (Zone 7b) Gardening dilettante, that's me!
Regardless of the strawberry leaves, those paintings looked good enough to eat. They remind me of the old fruit crate labels (you know, the ones that none of us here are old enough to remember personally)
I can't draw a straight line with a ruler, but I learned long ago that there are lots of kinds of paintings. Shoe & I paint with words.
Northwest Georgia Daylily Society I'm going to retire and live off of my savings. Not sure what I'll do that second week. My yard marches to the beat of a bohemian drummer...