My son, Captain Spectacular, turned 5 on friday. I painted this from a photo thats been moldering in the file since last june. oil on canvas, 12"x12"
daily poem by Sarah J. Merrill,
Swiftly turning in the yellow grass, there is a lithe figure moving through our field who could not possibly be my son. There is a competence in his small body for which I’m not quite ready. Here I am transfixed at the window. I was here at this window another morning before my son was born, when a small deer stepped tentatively from the winter-trampled field and stood in the driveway. He stood there a long time smelling the air, pale against the asphalt, and I was unable to move away. I willed him back toward the field, the dense woods, that way, that way, I thought, my face at the glass. But of course I could not warn him about any of the things that I knew. I could not keep him in the yellow field with the sun on his back, a window around him, framing his life.
okay, this is not the real daily painting. But the actual daily paintings are so disappointing and its grey and rainy today so I couldn't resist. Its part of the bather series I worked on with Debra Goertz (look for 2005, "russian Turkish bath"),
Where there is a life size right whale model suspended from the ceiling and the "Hall of Mammals" among many other wonders (like a a petrified giant squid!!). Fabulous. A travel photo from last weekend; my friend Lauren suggested I paint it. Thanks Lauren! Oil on canvas, 9"x12".
The G.W. Parkway in the D.C. area is one of my favorite roads to travel. oil on canvas, 9"x12".I Daily poem by Sarah Merrill: I love driving on beautiful roads. the northern california coast always took my breath away. I remember one drive in particular on a spring day with the windows down with my best friend in all the world by my side. I don't have a "real" poem for now, but here's a little ditty in honor of driving on lovely roads:
Behind the wheel and way ahead of myself--before me this road, ecstactic with curves, colors blowing into my windows and I'm out of my mind with joy, I've rolled 'em all the way down to invite this road in.
My new favorite expletive. Today my friend Laura (who, incidentally made the pink meringue featured in the last post) told me she had kumquats for me to paint as they tasted foul. I was too impatient to wait for Laura's kumquats and googled some instead. (This paintings has sold.)
Daily poem by Sarah Merrill:
the little kumquats in thier quaint and dainty pile, painted bright with sunshine, inviting us to smile. But when you bite that tender skin you'll loose a bitter cry! That sunny little orange fruit is a lovely little lie.