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When I cannot think of a title for
one of my paintings, I often read poetry for inspiration. Each time I do this, I not only find an
interesting painting title but I am also reminded of the tremendous skill
exhibited by poets. I paint images with pigment but they also paint images, I
think more skillfully than I at times, with their choice of just the right words.
The title for this painting comes from the poem, “A Spell BeforeWinter” by Howard Nemerov.
Happy Winter and
Happy New Year!
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Friday, December 29, 2017
Glimmering in the Sleep of Things
Thursday, December 21, 2017
All That Glitters is not Gold
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It was Shakespeare who wrote “All
That Glitters is not Gold” (The Merchant of Venice) cautioning us not to treat
everything that glitters as if it was valuable. However, I think that the
glittery, colorful, shiny ornaments that we hang on Christmas trees may be valuable
in reminding us in these days of short days and long nights that the light and
warmth will return.
Happy Holidays!
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Winter Workout
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This painting is based on a photo
from a friend of mine (thanks Ken) of a local Atlanta park after our snowfall
last week. Since we don’t see snow all that often in the south, we tend to go a
little crazy when we do. The good part of the craziness is that so many
workplaces close, that parents can actually have as much fun playing in the
snow as their kids can.
Happy Weekend!
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Thursday, December 7, 2017
Color and Contrast
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It’s a
gloomy, cold, and grey day so I’m feeling lucky that I’m an artist. While outside,
the bright, warm, colors of fall are rapidly disappearing to be replaced by
cool greys, inside, I can play with the wonderful contrast between the blues of
the ocean and the warm colors of these coastal rocks in Bar Harbor. There’s
also the cool greens of the trees contrasting with warmer greens and also those
same warm rocks. Some days it really pays to be an artist!
Happy
Weekend!
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Thursday, November 30, 2017
Friday, November 24, 2017
Thankful for Vegetarians
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Every summer we see these turkeys
traverse the backyard of this house we rent in Maine. Normally, they seem intent
on looking for food and spend most of their time looking at the ground.
However, one year, a group came through and they all jumped on this wooden
fence and just gazed at the sea. Apparently, even turkeys can be moved by
beauty.
By
the way, I’m not trying to make any non-vegetarians out there feel guilty. I have
to admit, I also had a few bites of turkey yesterday….and even some bacon for
breakfast!
Hope
you enjoyed a happy Thanksgiving.
Happy
Weekend!
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Thursday, November 16, 2017
When the Frost is on the Pumpkin
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I
borrowed this painting’s title from a poem by James Whitcomb Riley called, When the Frost is on the Punkin. If you can get past the dialect he writes in,
he paints pictures with words of beautiful fall mornings. For example:
They’s
something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When
the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of
course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And
the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But
the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of
a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is
a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When
the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
Happy Weekend!
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