We found these fields of wildflowers during a summer hike at the Sun Peaks Ski Resort. We had to navigate through a herd of cattle who were enjoying them just as much as we were.
The less I paint, the less I want to paint. The more I paint, the more I want to paint.
Thankfully, the second phrase describes my current condition.
It has been a very unproductive year for painting. When I sat down to work on these, I wasn’t sure I’d remember how. For the most part, I am pretty happy with them.
Once again, I’m painting Jericho Park. I never get tired of it.
I have moved recently and will soon have a dedicated painting space. I hesitate to say studio, because it might be more of a nook or corner. For now I am painting in the kitchen, but I can’t complain because this is my view:
Here’s yet another picture of autumn in the park. I can never seem to capture the varieties of colour – endless shades of orange, fading to yellow, changing to green with a bunch of pink and red thrown into the shady areas. Rather than trying to do it all, I find it’s best to pick a direction and go with it. I decided to let the gold and yellow dominate in this one.
This is the last of the tiny paintings. It’s time to move on to some larger projects.
Not really into selfies, but here’s my hand.
It has begun. The assembly line of tiny paintings for Christmas. A very slow, one woman assembly line.