This painting is based on a photo by: James Sheppard https://flic.kr/p/5koVJJ
I must admit I do enjoy painting chickens. For that matter I enjoy watching,feeding and for the few that let me, picking them up for a cuddle. They are not so keen on being picked up but one or two of my sisters birds will let me.
This painting is based on a photo by: James Sheppard https://flic.kr/p/5koVJJ
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I have had this photo for a couple of years in my photo bank of possible painting subjects. I thought it was so sweet. Summer is a busy time so finding the time to paint is tricky. I started this one last week but the mood to complete it was not there until yesterday. I have said it before and I will say it again Cows are such sweet beautiful creatures.
Based on a photo by: Jannes Pockele https://flic.kr/p/PyS6L This big chicken was so fun to paint. A little tricky sometimes as my studio space is quite small. I can not stand back far enough to get a feeling of how things look when they are this big. A few times I went outside and looked in through the window....sounds crazy but it actually worked. This painting is on plywood and is painted in both exterior and artist acrylics that are rated for exterior use. My intention is to have the option to hang it outside.
The photo that this painting is based on is by: Artep https://flic.kr/p/6q93S The photo this painting is based on had cows with very unusual markings, at least to me. I have seen this colour combination on dogs, I believe they call it brindle but never on cows. It reminds me of tiger tale ice cream....YUCK. I`m not a fan of licorice. But as a fur combination...BEAUTIFUL.
Painting based on photo by: Stephane Mignon https://flic.kr/p/obVdAF When I saw the photo this painting was based on it really reminded me of when we had dairy cows. At the time being a kid I could not appreciate the amount of work that went into having dairy cows but now I miss the routine. We had a small operation in todays standards but it suited our small family. Growing up there were multible dairy farms within a couple of miles. They are all gone now. The milk truck would come to pick up the milk a couple times a week. The milk was kept in a large stainless steel tank in what we called our milk house, the mainly concrete room kept the milk quite cool in the tank. We used to drink milk by the gallons, just dip our jug in and fill it up. How I wish we had digital cameras then, so many memories could have been captured. But being a kid I might not have realized how precious a visible record would have been. So instead I rely on beautiful photos taken by other people that capture a kin to my memories.
This photo this is based on was taken by Thomas Rousing https:/flic.kr/p/nTWan This painting is a result of finding a photo that inspires me to spend the many hours needed to create a likeness. It is like finding buried treasure for me.
I painted this pair a while ago and I think I will be painting more sheep. There is something so beautiful and sweet about their faces. I believe this opinion was imprinted on me fairly early in life by a picture of my dad when he was about 5 years old, he looked as innocent as his little lamb.
Acrylic 8x10 canvas My dad 1937. I started this painting a while ago and put it away. Today I thought I would dust it off and finish it. Painting for me is an emotional exercise and sometimes your just not up for a big workout. But it did feel good to complete this one, at last.
Jersey Cows have to be one of the most beautiful breeds of cattle. They resemble deer, can't get much sweeter than that. First time I ever seen one was at our local fall fair when I was about 6 years old. Taking pictures back then was much more of a rare event then it is now but I still have the picture my dad took of me standing with a Jersey cow, she was beautiful.
I was on a painting bender for the last two days. I was having too much fun and did not want to stop, painted until the wee hours. The looser more impressionist style is so enjoyable to do. This painting brings back a few memories of when I was a kid. In the summer we sometimes would split the herd of cattle and walk one group over to my Grandparents farm to graze for the season. It was a little bit of a stressful event, cows tend to panic easily and would not always go in the direction you intended. The other memory this painting brings to mind is of the many times the cattle would "break out". Our fences were not the best so this was not a difficult thing for them to do but it would take many hours of running through the bush and on our side roads to bring them home again. This was something we dreaded of course.
I'm amazed how after all these years I actually miss most everything about a working farm, even the long hard working summers of hands on haying that would take almost all of our summer vacation. I never thought I would miss all the hard work of haying but part of me does. ( I decided to paint over the cow in the front, seemed a little to busy.) |
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