Talking with E

It was a busy weekend. My husband's birthday came and went (he was surprisingly emotional about the painting of our dog, so that hit the intended mark). I ran a 10k marathon. Lots of family and friends descended upon us. Farming continued. Yet, I still made time to paint. 

I went back to the lemons. Lemon Study is not something I am thrilled with, but it was a good exercise in brushwork. I have determined I need new brushes. I keep gravitating to the same three brushes and I am not satisfied with the results. I will put that on my shopping list when I go to visit my son in the BIG CITY next month.

But here they are, in all their lemony glory. My mom thought they were oranges. I didn't correct her. That's the beauty of art. You see what you want to see.

Last night, I was jabbering on the phone with a girlfriend. I had a piece of paper and paints infront of me and so as we talked I began to work, scratching and poking away at the paper with gouache paint. I finished the painting while we were talking (it was a loooong talk), and this was the result. I zoomed in with my camera on a portion of the paper for a detail pic. A wee bit blurry, perhaps, but I think it is dreamy.

That brings me to today, where I am starting to work on a plein air painting of a vine-covered fence in our backyard. The vine is turning brilliant crimson, as it does every fall. Virginia creeper, for those of you horticulture types. I know some see it as a weed, but I have always thought it was beautiful, hanging red in the fall. I'll see what I can do to bring it inside.