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.


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.

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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…

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