I'm repeating myself: Cheaha State Park is one of Alabama's best kept secrets. One of my favorite views is from the summit of Pulpit Rock, totally awesome. I never getting tired of Cheaha.
A quote from Grant Wood describes a condition from which he and many of us suffer: taking too much for granted. Wood said, "...To my great joy, I discovered that in the very commonplace, in my native surroundings, were decorative adventures and that my only difficulty had been in taking them too much for granted." Woods' words ring with truth. My goal as an artist is to capture the wonder of the often overlooked ordinary, the commonplace beauty around us, those little details that make all the difference in our daily lives. The rough hue of rocks, lush blue woodlands, weathered wood grains, and distant meandering dirt roads never cease to appeal to me. I attempt to share the beauty from which routine blinds us. My work can be purchased on ebay or by contacting me personally.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
This small painting was done quickly in the last moments of a class session. Sometimes accidents turn out to surprise us. This "quickie" pleased me more than the painting I was focused on for the evening. ...like life. Sometimes the best things happen when not expected.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
As a junior high student, I was introduced to Daphene de Maurier's novels, which I LOVED. I had visions of myself as the lovely Rebecca, casting her gaze on the windswept coastal waters, the wind whipping of her long, luxuriant tresses, and pondering the mystery of the tall, mysterious stranger who has entered her life. Yeap....that was me all right. (The closest I will ever come to Rebecca or something remotely similar is this painting.)
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Another beautiful day is beginning. With coffee in hand, I surveyed the yard this morning, admiring the improvements. Satisfaction is found in working in the yard and seeing results. For the first time in months, I am beginning to feel "caught up" with the outside of my home. I'll need to remind myself of this when overwhelmed with school responsibilities later in the year. Great peace is found in the boundaries of my yard.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
I can count on one hand the number of times I have been to Selma, AL, which is not to my credit. I think I could spend some time there, more than the few minutes it took for me to take some snapshots which resulted in this painting. Perhaps some day, I can make a return trip and do justice to the interesting shops and river park.
Friday, June 14, 2013
I've made an effort to plant only perennials this summer which would require less maintenance; I planted Shasta daisies near my front door. The plan was Shasta's' bright blooms would be seen from a distance. So much for my pride. Most of the plants didn't last much less have "bright, showy blooms." I should have planted zinnias, the old, dependable workhorse of the floral world.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I'm not sure why this scene appeals to me. Other than the drying clothes, a sign of life does not exist. Maybe the questions the scene generates are the appeal. Where is it? Where is everybody? The streets are wet, so why would the laundry be hanging on such a dreary day? Strange....
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
This time of year always reminds me of my dad who loved yard work. I have memories of his coming home for lunch at noon, eating a quick lunch, and working in the yard until time to return to work. He didn't bother to change clothes, nor did the mid-day heat stop him. He was on a mission.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Seeing the Grand Tetons in the distance is an unimaginable scene that many artists have attempted to capture, an impossible feat. Such incredible beauty is beyond human depiction. Last summer, this view treated my friends and I each morning while parked in this location. Taking this view for granted seems impossible, but I suppose there are those who do.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
My mother didn't have a day specifically for laundry, just whenever the weather was agreeable, for we had no dryer during my growing- up years. The spring and summer months were no problem. However, the winter months presented a dilemma. My brothers' jeans were often frozen stiff while "drying." Despite it all, my mother
Sunday, June 2, 2013
The sight of sheep grazing in the distance is not one with which I am accustomed. Therefore, when I do see it, I always stop and gaze. --such a peaceful sight. I always think of Psalm 23 and the metaphor of God's being like a shepherd. Conversely, I am to be like a sheep, a metaphor of total trust, dependence, and simplicity. I struggle with the trusting dependence; however, I qualify for the simple category, stupid at times. Yes, sheep can be quite dumb, that I am more than I like to admit. These sheep are just waiting for the shepherd to make his move. I pray that I will learn to be as dependent on my "heavenly shepherd." ----just watching, counting on Him to meet my every need.