These are pure abstractions - no tie to anything except color , light and movement.
Flame and water here.
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Oil on gallery-wrap canvas 11”x14. Ready to hang.
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12”x12” acrylic on deep panel.
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Needs no frame, 1 3/4” edges painted.
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A pond in a field. The style of the trees is nearly abstract but over all it is a more realistic painting. It reminds me of some of the work made during the Arts and Crafts movement at the end of the Victorian age.
Who knew that an onion could be beautiful? We are surrounded by so much that is lovely in the right light and with a moment’s reflection.
I left my scarf on the dresser and when the sun came up in the morning it caught the oak, the scarf and a perfume bottle for a lovely thing to look at as I awoke.
Plums and cup
bought this cup for its vibrant yellow lining. It seemed to call for the purple plums to keep it company. It always makes me smile.
“One is the loneliest number” wrote the songwriter, but this one in the warm sun seems to be okay. Sometimes we need some time alone, I think.
Home from the market
The produce was on the counter to be put away when the sun struck and could not resist the lovely colors and contrasts.
These rake pieces seemed the perfect counterpoint for the delicate lilies. The smell was delicious, too.
The spring mix was fresh and lovely. Beautiful to look at, good to eat!
Pitcher and Sweetie
This small pitcher was a gift years ago from a dear friend. We have moved it to three states and I still love it. I liked it with this little orange/tangerine.
Shells can be so fragile but after a while they can become like concrete. Little by little deposits from the water strengthen them. Maybe there is a lesson here.
Bottle and Candle
This bottle was found in a dump on an island off the coast of Africa by my husband. It is thick glass that might be brown or might be green. It has always fascinated us (and we have had it for 49 years).Light the candle, pour a small drop and off to bed with you!
Town, city, village. Real and abstract, the places where we live and work.
I lived just outside Atlanta for about 30 years. Sometimes I miss the city, but not the traffic. All southerners seems to have a love/hate relationship with Atlanta and the Atlanta airport.
A take on the neighborhood I lived in as a small child. Well, that is how it started out. Sometimes paintings take on a life of their own. This one did.
From my balcony
A look out the door of my second floor studio. We are standing in the doorway. To the right is an elevator which comes in very handy when hauling canvases upstairs. The circular stair provides a way out, but the elevator sure does help!
Over the fence
When I look down from my studio this is what I see.