Monthly Archives: March 2013

Another Day, Another Painting


Spent two and a half hours wandering around this one.  Perspective went back and forth, light went bright to dim.  AAAHHHH!  But I  like it overall.   Will try again tomorrow when the light is the same.  Here’s two of the painting – one showing what I was trying to paint, and then the finished version – thus far.  Without flash 2 Under lamp

Meditate on this. And learn. How beautiful!


The most beautiful quote – how could any woman have rejected a man with this heart?

“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”
― Vincent van Gogh




Jo came up today and helped me fine tune it – I still need to remember dark values first, then light values, which is why that front hyacinth bulb got so blurry when I first painted it three days ago. Now it’s bloomed a little more, that helped today as well. And don’t paint everything, only one flower needs to tell you about the rest. So happy! Next, dry and frame. You always remember your first one, don’t you! 😉


This was the first day of painting for 2 hours


And here it is in the middle of the week after an hour and a half. Interesting progression!

Oil painting

Painting for Happiness and the Soul


I am having a wonderful time going through The Artist’s Way at the suggestion of my art teacher Jo FarrisOil painting. I came home from a meeting yesterday, threw on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and apron and painted for over an hour. This is the first painting I’ve done on my own at home and I’m loving it and learning from it. My first artistic baby. 🙂

Art, Love and Purpose


untitledI found this from one of my favorite blogs, Myth and Moor. It so perfectly describes the way I felt on Sunday after I started my first solo oil painting. I was so happy and energetic I could barely breathe or think. And I kept looking at it all night from different angles. Art for me, myself and I is going to be wonderful!

“When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. He sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: ‘It is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.’ And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.

“When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about design and balance and getting interesting planes into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest academical tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.

“But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it. And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care. ”

– Brenda Ueland (from If Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit)