I can’t explain the inspiration behind this, nor do I quite understand it. I’ll just be grateful for the muse.
This is a 16×20 oil on canvas,
The ladies feel like they are the last ones at the Opera house after the show has ended. I can’t help but wonder what they see off in the distance that has them amused …
Based on an impressionist painting I encountered, it’s a gift for my niece. A gentle prayer:
In darkness, be light.
You are everything you need.
So shine bright and true.
Furry faces peek
Out from under my blanket
And attack my feet
We got a girl cat
We named her honey muffin
turns out she’s a he.
I’d give you the moon
just to see you smile, my love.
“Are aliens real?”
“I dont know, son, but perhaps.”
“I hope they have fangs.”
In Maine, a tent site next to a lake, and a sunset family row. 36×36 oil on canvas. Sold.
The young fox pauses
Greeting an evening snowfall
Delighted, tastes air
One of the joys of oils is your ability to revisit the landscape in your
painting. In my first iteration, I was convinced that the lone fox couldn’t hold interest on his own. I brought a tree into the foreground to add interest, but, the more I got to know my fox, the more his personality demanded center stage. And there he stands.
I have a view out my bedroom window of the sunrise over a hill, through the trees. Each day greets me with a rainbow. It’s amazing. Inspired by the morning doves and the sunrise is a series of 36 in by 36 inch oils
on canvas. Glad I have a spot for 9 feet of color.