Organic shapes are great this time of year. Gourds, pumpkins and late vegetables are wonderful to draw as a seasonal ritual. It kind of helps me accept that summer is really over, even though the temperatures outside say it ain't so.
I've never seen a dragon for real, but I imagine from what I've read that they do exist. This one was sound asleep and someone, who should have been walking on tip toes, woke him up. He's a fire breather. Note- don't wake up the dragon. Pencil 11" x 14"
I love Animal Crackers. They still taste the same as they did when I was a kid. I always played with mine before I ate them. I drew this, because I wanted them to come to life just as they did in my imagination so many years ago.
I think that making a series of self portraits allows an artist to be reflective of time. Looking back at the ones I've done over the years I see not only how time has effected my features , but also my attitudes. Photographs are from someone else's view. Drawing or painting oneself over time really gives a personal perspective. Oils 6" x 8"
It's that time of year again. I admit that I'm particular about the shape that I look for when I pick out a pumpkin. It has to be just right for my version of a traditional Jack-O-Lantern, evenly round with the stem attached. Pencil 4" x 4"
You are looking at a portion of my life history here. Each one of the patterns in this painted quilt are from fabrics I used to make clothes back in the 70s.
The blue & maroon batik was a swirling gored skirt. The salmon, peach and cream modern was a wrap around cap sleeve blouse. The orange tropical flowers were in fact my mother's kitchen curtains. Good morning! Somehow when all of them come together, it's a happy summer quilt.
One of my earliest memories : My Gram had a tree in her backyard that I thought grew cherries. I distinctively remember being lifted up to pick a few off the branches. When I got older, I noticed that tree actually grew apples. Now I'm not sure, but just maybe the cherries were 'planted' on the low branches to fool the little kids.
This is the final painting. The teapot is from a friend. The silk rose was given to me by a former student, who despite her disabilities brought joy to anyone who knew her before she left this world at a young age. The creamer came from my Gram's china. She blessed us with her 92 years of sparkle. All three women are worthy of being honored in the color and light of roses.
I thought I'd share a preliminary sketch for Mabel's Table. The idea of including the photo of my Gram as a young girl came later. I do several sketches for composition and value before I start a painting.
The benefits of childhood dance classes are the memories of playing in our tutus long after the recitals were over. Our wings were sheer curtains tied to our arms and we'd run through the yard feeling them flutter behind us like we were flying. I've recalled this memory with a variety of images through the years.
I first learned about speed on these skates. I could not go fast enough. My sister and I would skate along the city sidewalk at my grand- mother's on Ward Place and stop ourselves with her neighbors hedge at the corner.
*******Can you believe her neighbor yelled at us for that ? Oils - 8" x 8"
My current work in painting and illustration is connected to personal story telling. I also write for both children and adults and often my written ideas are reflected in my paintings and images woven among my words.*************************
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