Saturday, August 29, 2015

An Ode to Wayne Wood

Wayne, this painting is for you. So hard to say goodbye -- but standing in front of my easel and letting the colors tell the story, I felt your music and your songs, your passionate arguments for peace and justice. So, here we have waves of bright colors that remind me of the ocean at sunset. "To Life!" is the title.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

High Notes with Heart

With music and a hot summer on my mind, this was the result:

"High Notes with a Heart" Watercolor and Ink on Paper, 12"x16"

Friday, July 31, 2015

"Woman Wading in the Water"

Walking on the cool side -- a watercolor painting on paper that makes me want to jump into the middle of my own creation.

"Woman Wading in the Water,"
Watercolor and Ink on Paper

Monday, July 20, 2015

In the Heat of the Day

A Watercolor Thermometer:

Can you tell I was painting on a hot, August day? No matter that I was inside and the A/C was running. Could matter that the the A/C on my car is busted and I get cooked (sort of medium well done) when I decide to leave the house.

In the Heat of the Day

Saturday, May 30, 2015

A Celebraton of Purples

Last night I set out to paint a birthday greeting card for a friend who isn't afraid of color and wears the most gorgeous combinations. She has also collected a number of my paintings. Without a plan, without a design planted in my head, I took out the paints and then diddled with pen and ink. And there it is!

Happy Birthday, Sandy!

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April Fool

Aren't we all fools in one way or another? This is our day!
I'd be a fool if I ever stopped painting. It's my connection to sanity. When nothing else makes sense, the lines and color have a language that brings everything together. I finished this one last night and waited for the sunshine to photograph it. Only natural light brings out the warmth and color. Yes, there is nothing like sunshine.

"April Fool" watercolor and ink on handmade paper, 29.5"x 22"

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Those Springtime Paintings

These are the paintings that paint themselves. I supply the energy, the color and the surface -- the ideas come from the ether. They happen on their own. Of course, I wouldn't want to stop them if I could.