Growing up on a farm, the first “car” I ever drove was our John Deere tractor. I don’t know if sitting on my father’s lap, holding the steering wheel between his powerful hands is really driving, but at about five years old, it sure flet like it to me.
Looking for the different shades of yellow in this tiny 6 x 6 painting of a Bell Pepper. Sometimes practicing on something small is fun, but a little harder than one might think. This took about 20 minutes and good music to do.
Every class you take brings information to you that is new or different or seen in a different manner. A class I am taking with artist Emilya Lane is working on different value studies. Last week we had about an hour per piece to paint one in high chroma and one in low chroma. Both are posted and it would be interesting to know if you can immediately tell which one is which….
Before beginning a trip down the Yangtze River in China we stopped at the dam that changed the future and the eco-culture of area. Seeing something this big in structure, beautifully designed, and melting into the atmosphere was inspiring.
Several years ago on a “Day Trip” to Ensenada and beyond with my oldest son, Chadwyck we took his pickup truck down into a part of Mexico where no one spoke much English. Driving along cliffs, to a small resort along the coast was exhilarating, especially for someone a little afraid of heights. The port was lovely and I took this photo of fishing boats tied together. I later gave the painting to my son, but kept the photo and did this water color sketch, which one of my husband’s favorite. To me, it reminds of a wonderful and somewhat eventful day that I spent with my son. Memories are the rewards of life.
Walking up to Edmonds from the ferry is this sad building waiting to have a life. It will be the new beginning for a fun young business or maybe retirement income for someone like me.
The original photo is a little more forlorn, but has such character.