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When I saw this worn and eroded fresco image of Adam and Eve, I knew I wanted to do something with it…..and then it came to me that I should make a triptych with this image as the center panel and two side panels of garden imagery that so many Roman and Pompeian houses were … Continue reading Adam and Eve I
This image captivated me. What is she looking at in that thoughtful rather wary way, eyes looking inward at the same time? And that little angel clinging to her head looks worried too. Later I saw that she was Venus and the little angel is Cupid. The photo I saw her in is very mysterious … Continue reading The Worried Venus
This incredibly over the top dark pink dress, studded with roses of many different shades of pink, surrounded by shoes and mischievously emphasized by a pair of bright red boots glowed from a storefront in a medieval mountain town in Italy. I stopped, awestruck, and thought what a fantastic painting it would make. That was … Continue reading The Pink Dress
I’ve been drawing old junipers this week, beautiful silvery twisted trunks and weathered branches curling and bending in such elegant shapes. This afternoon, late, I decided to scout for trees to draw on telegraph pole bench, up a crumbly sandstone track to a flat top, lined with telegraph poles. The track … Continue reading Ode to Old Junipers
It’s unprecedented! I drove part way to St. George this morning, had my appointment, and drove the four hours home, arriving around 4 o’clock. Usually I’m spent after so much driving, and wouldn’t dream of not resting, at least for a while. But the afternoon was so utterly beautiful, the light so clear, fall … Continue reading It’s not windy!
I hadn’t been to Long Canyon for quite a while. The gnats are so bad in the late spring that I scratch it off my list of places to draw in. But it was time to revisit this wonderful canyon of massive orange-red walls, the coolness of the canyon shadows calling, and so I went … Continue reading The Tarantula Hawk Wasp
It is so nice to be out again, backpack full of pastels and my lightweight easel, though sorely missing Sophy, who always accompanied me on my painting jaunts. Scouting a few days ago I found a great vantage point to peer down into Dry Hollow from. I was happy to start a new drawing there the next … Continue reading Dry Hollow
