I am having a cow… the joys and pains of painting

I recently started on a new piece. First of all, landscape painting is not my thing! Don’t know why? Maybe I am not interested enough? And I don’t want to do to fine details, so I tend to end up painting over it all. This work in progress is a good example of why I love painting: I hate the work right now! I don’t know how to proceed. It is a riddle, a mystery that MUST be solved. So I’ll just press on and keep painting when this has dried enough.

And the Pocket Art pieces I did for our Santa Fe neighbors looked like this when I gave the pieces to them.

Two new Pocket Art in process

Why should it be easy…?

Links to the past?

Another painting completed.

An angry shovel…

Imagine if shovels had feelings. How would it feel to be shoved down into the dirt, being stepped on, having a steel bar stuck up your mouth. Again and again. It makes me more thankful of all the useful tools I have. Ouch! It hurts… oil of vintage shovel.

Painting a shovel for charity

I volunteered to paint an old shovel for a charity auction in Santa Fe, benefiting National New Deal Preservation Association. The New Deal was initiated by President Franklin D Roosevelt during the Depression.

My shovel, which is not completed yet, is painted to give the person about to stick it into the dirt an angry look, as if a shovel also has feelings…

White Sands, New Mexico – not as white as expected

We went to White Sands, expecting great photo ops – and it was indeed pretty amazing – but not as white as I had expected.