The small rooster in the painting is a Banty, although they are of small size, they make up for it with attitude.
Its surprising how much colour there is in the black feathers of birds when the sun hits them just right. My sister is the one who has always grown all the chickens on the farm. She has about five varieties right now. Some are small with feathers growing down their legs all the way to the ground, giving them the appearence of wearing feather cover-alls. Some are pure black and fluffy while others are thinner with tufts of feathers growing out the sides of their faces.These are Ameraucana's, they lay blue green eggs of a good size considering they are rather a slim little chicken. When they were younger they would hang out together and run from location to location, never walk. We have always called them the black crow gang.
The small rooster in the painting is a Banty, although they are of small size, they make up for it with attitude.
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I have painted this image in various sizes and they all are such a reminder of spring. As summer is starting to fade I find myself bringing up memories of spring, I think its my way of prolonging this beautiful time of year.
In mid March, on a particularly sunny afternoon, we took folding lawn chairs and sat out in the driveway on a small patch of gravel that was clear of snow to catch the first real warm spring sun. The wonderful feeling of that afternoon is still bright in my memory. It really is the simple things that mean so much, a cliche' but it is so true. This painting has a art nouveau feel to me, with the lines of the grass and the striping on the cats faces. Mixing up of different styles while I'm painting is not a planned thing. It just shows up. If I'm having difficulty with an area on a painting and next thing I know my mind has taken it in a completely different dirrection. Sometimes I feel like I'm just coming along for the ride. Its interesting to experience this happening.
I liked the feeling of light on the cats faces and the motion of them rising up from the grass where they were enjoyong an afternoon nap as if they hear something approaching. Right now this is my favorite painting. I will be painting this one again on a much larger canvas some time this winter. From now till November painting will be hit and miss but once that snow hits us, paint,paint,paint. I'm not a fan of the winter but painting puts a much more positive spin on the dirty old white stuff.
I enjoyed my rainy afternoon painting this pelican enjoying a meal. I only made a dent in the dozen jobs waiting for me to complete. Lets just say I'm becomimg ok with a very weedy garden and a certain amount of dust bunny monsters. The call from my paints was too strong to ignore. Work will have to wait after all.
This time of year has its own mountain of things that need to be done. The veggie garden is screaming for attention, tomatoes need to be roasted, peppers, spinich and beets are all ready to be processed. My house is over run with cob webs and dust bunny monsters.
Choosing to paint usually wins the battle of the day but today I must get to work getting some of these tasks under control. So with this in mind I will share some of my paintings from the recient past. Another impressionist cow painting. I grew up on a small dairy farm and have always thought cows are sweet beautiful creatures. They will always be one of my favorite subjects to paint.
I will show you the progression in painting this cow. It was fun painting this picture of a Ginger Tabby for a daughter of a friend who are also cat lovers. Its in a looser more impressionistic style that works so well in Tabby paintings. I love painting sleeping cats. whenever I see a sleeping cat I get the urge to pet them....maybe its a form of revenge for all the interupted nights sleep they have given me...or that they are just so darn cute.
Life is often, at least for me, a series of waves. Sometimes gentle, where reflection is easier. Other times the waves are larger and more threatening, making it difficult to navigate. When the waves are smaller you can more clearly see the sweet simple things and feel such happiness.
That is what I see in this painting, a sweet moment caught in time. I started this painting with the chasing dog being a rusty colour. I decided to lighten his fur and make the whole scene a softer version. I thought I would show you the stages to this painting. I Named her Georgia Girl after a friend who thought a butterfly on my piggies nose would be a nice addition. She was right. A feeling I'm sure she is use to, being a very talented artist herself. I think pigs can be one of the sweetest looking animals, although not necessarly one of the sweetest smelling at times.
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