Saturday, January 30, 2016

Figures in landscape





I don't have these paintings any longer, and I did not photograph them very well before they went out into the world. Going through my images I see that I leaned them against the wall together and took a group photo. I'm glad I did that now.  Interestingly enough, the male in the paintings is the same two guys that I just kept painting over and over. 

For scale reference, the painting in the upper right---of the three fellows on the beach---is a 30"40".

Fish on a Plate With Spoons



18"24" 
These fish were a sort of sunfish, but if they had a technical name beyond that I do not know. When I finished painting them I threw them out for the racoons who by then realized I threw fish out for them quite often----they enjoyed toddling down the hill in the night and eating whatever fish I would put there. Racoons must adore fish. They fought over it and smacked their lips with gusto. Eventually a whole family of racoons had gotten in on the act, and made that area one of their nightly dinner stops---I could hear them making a ruckus as they came downhill following their noses. Racoons shuffle along and make no attempt to be quiet. I don't think they care. 

Friday, January 29, 2016

Camellias



Flowers are one of my favorite things. In this case they were camellias from an old, old group of bushes that had turned into a big hedge that was as high as a rooftop.  (Not in the desert but up the coast from here.) 

There were two colors blooming. I put them in a saucer and set the saucer on the grass and painted them. They have very short stems, camellias, so they often get put into a shallow bowl or cup. To  put them in a vase you have to put in branches of camellia, and they are so slow-growing it seems a pity to do that. 

Camellia's are part of the tea family. Alexandre Dumas wrote his story about the lady of the camellias, based on a real woman named Marie du Plessis, I think, a courtesan who was known for having a beguiling personality and exceptional taste in clothes. Apparantly when one of her paramours caught her in a fib she made the excuse: "Lying makes your teeth white." 

The weather is finally getting warmer. I'm so glad. In the desert, when it's cold it's bone chilling. On the other hand, when it's cold the paintings stay wet longer which suits me best. 

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Table at night



Today it is pouring rain, and cold. With all of the moisture the grass is getting, it already looks greener and the dripping trees a bit perkier somehow. Putting out buckets for rainwater, they are already full and running over.