Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

When my backyard turns into a magical jungle.

Walks around Kennesaw Mountain with three of my favorite old roommates (two human, one pup - one human not pictured).

A jar full of front yard flowers in the sunroom.

 A potting shed just asking for someone to get to work and start digging.

   

This SNOWBALL TREE.

Paintings for April.

As in any creative endeavor, styles shift and change with time. I felt a slight but definite shift in the studio when I was painting these - partially because I was using new tools which of course makes a difference, but also in the way they were approached. These were quick, more gestural, more layered, a bit looser. 

Now available through the gallery!

Bloom, Then Grow, 36 x 48, Mixed Media on Canvas

Cloud Veil, 36 x 36, Mixed Media on Canvas

 Lilac, 40 x 40, Mixed Media on canvas

Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

 A Saturday afternoon with dear people and sunny skies at Sierra Nevada Brewery.

A walk along a fisherman-dappled Davidson River.

 Car rides that look like this.

Long-time friends who lend me their home for a night, and the view from their living room windows. 

Lenten Roses welcoming me to my parents' house.

 Later sunsets, greener trees, and an evening stroll with a sister.

House Paint and Puppies.

I've been using a lot of house paint lately. 

The vast majority of the paints I have been using in the current series are actually just samples from Home Depot. Something about the consistency, unlimited hues, and semi-gloss finish. I'm a fan.

A fan, except for times like Wednesday when I lost focus mid-painting and started staring into space, forgetting I was holding a small bucket of paint when my wrist just went limp, and suddenly I heard a splatter and noticed a large puddle of gray paint pooling at my feet and the resident studio pup bounding toward me as though I just spilled a bag full of milk bones and not paint a.k.a. poison (lest you thought artist life was void of any real danger)... 

Yes, it's times like those I feel less than thrilled with paint, in general, as a concept.