Fresh From God

This was painted from a picture taken just hours after this little guy's birth. It certainly made me think of a quote which has stuck in my mind: "It is no small thing when those so fresh from God love us." Every now and then you sit down to do a painting and it just flows. That was the way it was with this painting. It almost feels like my hands are not my own. When I can paint from my heart and not my head, I have crossed from execution into enjoyment. First of all, it helps to have a great photo to work from; the lighting and composition work was already done for me so I could sit down and let it happen. Painted on a 5"x7" canvas, the smallness of it added to the capturing the arrival of a new member of God's family here on earth. I enjoyed this so much, I think I'll start a series, "Fresh from God."

Living With a Painting

Sometimes you just think you're finished with a painting and then, after living with it for awhile, you finally get the picture in your mind of what it really needs to finish it off.

The finished painting in comparison to the previous version has the new addition (among other things) of a little foal energized by the electricity of the approaching storm. Meanwhile "mom" is calm, her casual eating of the grass letting her foal know that there's nothing to fear. Personally, I know my enthusiasm for watching an approaching storm from our porch (respectfully appreciating it's power, yet enjoying the drama and excitement) has been passed down to my children who now yell out, "Mom, come see the clouds!!" If you live in Texas, you may be more acquainted with these quick changes in weather. I never remember being quite as drawn to the clouds when I lived in California (less rain, I suppose).

"Approaching Storm" 11x14 oil on canvas,

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WELCOME to my BLOG

I suppose it's unusual, and maybe not so business-savvy for an artist to start an art blog with a photograph of her dad rather than one of her paintings. When I tried picking out a painting, I couldn't decide. Then I ran across this photo of my dad that I put together with this quote awhile back. It struck me as a perfect way to start out on another new adventure, that of blogging.
I look at my dad standing there, such a symbol of strength and hard work - He's truly an inspiration in my artwork and my life. And I know that he's my guardian paint angel, sitting on my shoulder with each brushstroke, cheering me on.
When he was a young boy, his mother wanted him to be an artist and she wanted to preserve his hands from the harsh ranch work. His father thought otherwise and said that if he could sell a few paintings then he would consider allowing him to stop his farm work. Poor guy - needless to say, not too many people were buying paintings during the Great Depression. He may have not had the opportunity to sell his paintings, but 70+ years after the Depression, here I am, creating and selling my paintings. We may not always have the success we desire for ourselves, but sometimes we pave the road for our children. Thanks, Daddy!

"...The stout heart stays trying by night and by day!"