" Pink and Blue", 5x5, oil on gallery-wrapped canvas
This sweet little painting was done in an impressionist style. It has soft, yet vibrant colors throughout and was painted on gallery-wrapped canvas. I also painted the sides in the same color palette, so the painting can be wired and hung without a frame! Yay!
I am selling this sweet little gem through my website. It would make a lovely gift, or a pretty little accent piece to your home decor. Purchase through my website .
"Poolside Floral", 8x8, oil on panel- $100 including free shipping in the domestic US.
I painted this little floral on my Florida lanai, the other day. It was at least 95 degrees outdoors but happily, I was at least in a shaded area while I painted.
Here is the view of my set-up:
This painting is being offered at well below my normal pricing structure as part of the #artistsupportpledge. Many galleries across the country (including one of my own) have closed permanently due to the pandemic. The artist support pledge was devised by Matthew Burrows as a way for artists to continue to find revenues during these financially difficult times. The premise is to offer your work at two hundred dollars or less, and when you've reached $1000 in sales, you pledge to purchase the artwork of another artist for the same value.
So if you would like to purchase this little plein air jewel, just use this link to pay directly through my website.
Thanks for looking and if you would like to know more about the Artist Support Pledge, just read about it here. Have a great day.
Last week I did not post any new paintings because I took a 4 day workshop with portrait artist Mary Minifie of The Boston School of Art. Mary is an award-winning portrait artist, and I learned a great deal during the workshop. Take a moment to check out Mary's beautiful paintings here.
One of the days that I was driving to Sarasota to the workshop, I happened to see a teal-colored antique car in front of me. As usual, the first thing that always makes me want to paint something is color, and this car was the most fabulous shade of blue-green I had ever seen! I pulled up as close as I could behind it to try to see what kind of car it was and all I could see were the words "Dyna Flow". Hence the name of the painting!
When I finally saw the front of the car, I just wanted to smile. The grill of the car looked like a mouth with teeth sticking out, and I felt like the car was smiling at me. As luck would have it, the car pulled of the highway, and I managed to snag a quick picture of it in the parking lot with my cell phone. Ha!
I should have such great teeth!
Somehow I keep thinking about a cheer we learned in high school as I painted this. It went something like this:
"Dyna-Mo, let's go, Dyna- Mite, let's fight, Dyna- mo, Dyna -Mite, Let's go, Let's fight!"
"Last Man Standing", 7x5, oil on wrapped canvas (Note: Please click on the image to see the impasto better!)
Below is the sad and pitiful (and slightly ridiculous) ballad of the last man standing in the pumpkin patch, whose life has been immortalized in this juicy palette knife painting by Paintdancer, aka Maryanne Jacobsen.
"The Last Man Standing", written by Peter Pumpkin, (no relation to Peter, Peter, the Pumpkin Eater who uses pumpkins as battered wife shelters)
You know this is it. You are the LAST MAN STANDING in the pumpkin patch. Most of the others have either been sliced, diced and gutted by stupid adults cow-towing to their little kids regarding some ridiculous satanic holiday, or else they've escaped the slaughter but now their backsides are rotting in their orange skins, and as they shiver in the autumn dusk they know there's nothing in the world a pumpkin can even do to reverse the rot.
But me? Hah! I'm still the last man standing. Yep.
Even though I am standing next to an arrogant pinecone who thinks he's in charge here just because he's as tall as me! He even tried to become the focal point of Paintdancer's painting, but she's wise to his kind, thankfully. Well, just wait, Mr. PineCone. Your days are numbered, too! The Martha Stewarts of the world will quickly gather you up for festive holiday baskets soon, and you will be all alone with the other dried up pinecones in the basket, unable to even feed a squirrel, just as I am now in this frigid pumpkin patch in nowhereland, USA.
The last man (hmmmmm, maybe pumpkin is a better word) , standing in a world where no one cares. Where no one even sees that your brethren have been butchered and just murdered for fun and trysts. (or maybe pumpkin pie:0()
Trysts, you say. What is a tryst?
Just look at the purple grapes that grow next to me. These grapes know all about trysts, you see because they grow in clusters! (Please don't ask me how a pumpkin patch ended up in a vineyard, as I haven't figured it out yet either !)
But there are vineyards and there are vineyards, and I just happened to grow next to an exceptionally plump group of grapes this harvest season. Which is maybe why I didn't get sliced and diced on Halloween.
