Joy Of The Earth

Joy Of The Earth, 12 x 16, Pastel on board, $350

Day after day, the relentless call came to me “Look over here, create !” I was possessed by the early morning scene that stretched across the eastern sky each day on my walk and the earlier I went out, the more beautiful it became. The yellows and oranges were bursting as the fog gently hovered just above the damp ground on each cool mid-spring morning. After a few days I succumbed to the call.

I had a piece of board in the studio that I had hand primed with a burgundy pastel primer and had been waiting for the right time to put into use. I spent about 5 days working on this pastel painting, but four days out of the five I had truly decided in the middle of the night to fold it up and just throw it away. “Just be done-give it up, throw it away!” the night voices would tell me. But my heart spoke another song, the same song it spoke when the scene called my name, so I persevered.

And on the last day, as the scene then became the painting, it spoke again, this time in silence. I added the final touches and walked away.

Prayerful Thoughts

Prayerful Thoughts, 18 x 20, framed oil on linen, $400

There she was, on her pedestal in that beautiful old cemetery. She was so mournful and so beautiful at the same time with her wreath in hand and I was so compelled to paint her. She had no name attached as a monument to the loved one that she represented. She just knelt there, outside the chapel forever mourning the one she had lost.

“Prayerful Thoughts”, isn’t that the silent attitude that is evoked when we grace the entrance to a cemetery? It is the peaceful reverence for those that have gone on to the unseen place that we know truly exists. It is the knowing that the other side is real because we all love and have known so many that have gone on before us. And love will never ever die, because it continues to live on in us for those that have gone on before. We also know that we too must go on and one day we will, it is a fact.

She is painted in oil on an 18″ x 20″ linen canvas, so fitting for what she represents. And she still brings a sense of peace, even as she mourns on my studio wall.

I hope that I have not alarmed you with my sense of bereavement, it’s just that old cemeteries and old statues bring that out in me, and they are beautiful.

Winter has taken a toll, even on my thoughts and attitude and I think it is time for spring to arrive. It is time for my “prayerful thoughts” to be centered on the resurrection of Christ, the most important event that is celebrated in all of time. My next blog post will be more on that cheerful note! In the meantime, Christ died even for you, take Him at His word, He will never fail you.

“For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

Crimson Farm

Crimson Farm, 12 x 6, framed oil on panel, $250

This is Crimson Farm. It is an old place that was up the road when we lived close to Caesar Creek State Park. It still stands but at one time it was a beauty, at least I thought so even in it’s slightly raggedy condition. It was beginning to show some wear and grow weeds all around so I thought I had better get in the car, get up there and take a photo before it was too late.

Later in the studio, it was especially fun to paint with the reds, pale greens and faded blue sky. The photo was taken on a sunny day which washed out most of the natural color, all except the barn and silos which helps make them the standout in their worn out condition. I used oil paints and a palette knife to paint with instead of a brush which gives the painting so much texture. A palette knife is very freeing, especially for someone like me who likes to pick out and include every detail in a picture and include those details in a painting.

Another interesting aspect of this painting is the fact that I used a Masonite panel as my support which was painted with hot pink gesso (which I mixed up myself). If you look close enough you will find little sparks of hot pink that pop out from beneath. Some might say “what is that?”  This little painting measures a mere 12″ x 6″ and is set in a wooden frame that blends with the deep red of the barn. It hangs in my living room for the time being, is quite lovely and is for sale (if you are interested or would like to look simply contact me).

This old barn and these silos don’t necessarily have a dramatic story to go along with them, at least from my point of view, but I am sure that they’ve seen enough life of their own, if this old farm could talk.

Hindquarters

Hindquarters, 11 x 15, framed pastel on board, $375

 

Hello!  My name is Hindquarters. I live in rural Northern Indiana in a barn at a pioneer farm homestead, greeting and endearing visitors. I’ve been around for about 16 years and have been recreated in pastels, simply hanging out in my barn inside of a frame which hangs on the wall at Jody’s studio for anyone that visits to see.

Do I offend you?

The big question is…”Do I offend you?” I have had a tendency to offend some. I was hanging out at the Grand Finale restaurant in Glendale Ohio where my portrait painter, Jody had the privilege to show her paintings several years ago. She placed me on the wall above a table where people sit to enjoy a lovely dinner. The couple dining below didn’t like me, they said that my “hindquarters” offended them. They asked the server to have me removed from their sight! I had no intentions of offending anyone and didn’t even consider my hindquarters offensive at the time. I think people may be a little over sensitive, don’t you? The ironic thing about this whole story is that this show was the best art show Jody ever had. She sold several paintings at the Grand Finale Restaurant, even one oil painting for well above the asking price if the purchaser could remove it from the wall and take it with them that night! Obviously, it wasn’t me that was purchased. I still reside at Jody’s studio and I am still for sale.

A note from Jody…I was intrigued by this horse in a barn, mainly because I love anything old, antique and pioneer and sometimes wonder if I was born about 100 years too late. I loved the way the sunlight shone through the window in the dusty barn. I thought this horse photograph would be perfect for a soft pastel painting and never imagined anyone would be offended!  My husband Ray sometimes helps me name my paintings and Hindquarters was his idea for a title. The image is approximately 11 x 15 and it is double matted and framed in a 16 x 20 frame and is for sale.

Announcing the winner of my “Posies and Pears”painting! Congratulations to Denise Barrett who lives in Lebanon Ohio! I will be delivering it to her very soon. Thank you so much to all who have signed up to receive my blog posts via email! Be on the lookout for more occasional art give aways.

 

 

Peace! Be Still

Peace! Be Still, 16 x 20, pastel on paper, NFS

It’s amazing, as I get older I am learning to be content with simple things. A little bit of ground to grow my own food, a few critters running around in their creature world simply being who they were created to be, I want to be that. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to figure that out, not to go back to the “what ifs”, but to accept each day as it has been given. To be content and know that it is all in God’s providence. To know that He is the giver of this gift of life, we have not asked for it, it has been freely given. I am grateful to have been thought of in the heart of God before the beginning of time and am overwhelmed. My hope is that some of my paintings will bring you the same joy and peace, an extension of the love of God.

I am bringing back an oldie here and think it appropriate for the days we are living in. This pastel painting titled “Peace! Be Still” was done in 2001, the year my dad died. A Peace Lily was given to us for the occasion. I loved the fact that a lily could represent peace and it truly did for me during that time. This plant gave me comfort through the grieving process. I wanted to extend that comfort and apply it on paper using the gift I have been given, maybe someone else could benefit. The softness of the flowers connected to each other in a mystical way representing the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The red drops falling off the leaves which represent the Blood of the Lamb that takes away the sin of the world. That was, and still is my message.