The Man Eating Sushi has a funny shaped head (2010). Acrylic on wood, 18"x 24". $250.00
when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
Showing posts with label paintings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paintings. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Shark Number 22
Enough of the spontaneous snow art, I actually painted on canvas during the storm. This is a painting of Tate showing off his 22nd shark catch of the day over the Thanksgiving holiday. We were on the beach in the Outer Banks. The sunset behind him was truly difficult to believe. It is acrylic on canvas, 16"x20". (I have almost used up my case of 16x20s and am eager to move into another sized box).
Friday, December 04, 2009
Grandpa's Farm

Grandpa died a few weeks ago. I have been going through old photos and found several versions of the little boys in the little boat with Grandpa, fishing in the pond behind Grandma and Grandpa's house. There has been one picture in a frame on a shelf for years and I never realized before how the passage of years could be noticed in the numerous versions of these pictures. Boys age 4 and 6, 10 and 12 etc. They are both wearing their favorite blaze orange hoodies in this painting and are maybe 5 and 7 years old. Beautiful memories of boys and Grandpa, we miss him.
Maggie's Masquerade

Maggie's Masquerade, 2009. Acrylic on canvas 16"x 20"
This is one of my favorites, from a picture of Isabella/Maggie S. our friend. The setting is an enormous Chinese emporium in Manhattan. I can't remember the exact name of the place but the word Pearl is in it. Could have stayed there for days and not gotten a chance to see everything. The colors and the lanterns and the light, yummy.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Praying Mantis Boy at the Beach
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Haunted House

This painting is 16X22" acrylic on canvas. The image of the ghostie in the window is from an actual photo of an abandoned house on a country road. I stopped to take its picture and when I was close enough I saw an old shredded night shirt hanging inside in the glare of what appears to be an open back door of the house. It was eerily disturbing and I almost left it out of the painting but couldn't edit a force like that out.
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