9 x 12 oil
First oil painting; work in progress
10-1/2" x 13-1/2" Watercolor
First reaction: This challenge from Karin Jurick at DSFDF is going to kick my butt.
Next thought: This is the kind of subject that John Salminen masters and I happen to really like his work.
Finally: As the painting came near to being finished I remembered that song from way back when about San Fransisco and it put me in a good mood.
9-1/2 x 7-1/2 watercolor
Work at the regular job has been demanding leaving little time to paint. But finally, I got the chance to sit down and get back to the passion with this painting. It's a gift for Amy Fread, an artist who makes beautiful pottery. These 3 pieces are gifts that she made for my family.
5 x 7 Watercolor
This old guy is now 14 years old and has cheated death at least 2 times in the last year. He's fragile and scraggly, but still has bright eyes and is loved by all in the house.
5 x 7 Watercolor
Last fall I found out my cholesteral level was over 300. Fending off perscribed medication the doctor agreed to letting me give diet and exercise a try. My wife Joan kicked right in and made sure I started eating the right kinds of food. That together with regular bike riding brought the number down by 60 pts. in just 3 months. Joan continues to make sure that I eat all kinds of healthy food and take my vitamins. I gave her this painting on Valentine's day to let her know that she has won my heart and made it stronger.
To immediately reduce your cholesteral level I reccommend oatmeal every morning with blueberries and wheat germ. Add strawberries for additonal flavor.
11 x 14 Watercolor
Zeus was a great dog. He belonged to Betty McMillan, my sister-in-law's mother. He's gone now, but Sonja wanted me to paint a picture of him for her mom. I finished it last night.
In an effort to get his likeness right I was a prisoner to the reference photo. It was only when I put the photo away and just painted that it started to look like anything good. Nevertheless, I still wish it was looser.
4 x 6 Watercolor
Hopelessly self destructive, F. Scott Fitzgerald died when he was only 44. Eight years later his wife Zelda died at the age of 48. Last year we made the pilgrimage to Rockville, MD where they are buried. Fitzgerald is my daughter Anna's favorite writer; she plans to visit other notable places connected to his life as time goes on. But her journey began at the place where his ended. I did this little painting last night for her to treasure the moment.
