Bab Agnaou, one of the many ancient gates of Marrakech. (I think 15 of 18 remain.)
The sketch is unusually small for me at 3.5" square. The only place I've been painting lately is in bed, while I am in perfectly good health, I just don't seem to want to go into the studio. A space heater is in order. Last night when I opend my supply kit in my nest I found I only had a tiny brush and was unwilling to go hunting for a larger one, so a tiny sketch.
A metro card painting for Single Fare 3, an annual show of paintings on metro cards.
At first I wasn't going to let myself paint the pomegranate again. I thought, no, you've already painted enough of those, thats lazy you must try harder. But then I realized-rubbish! Every time I look its different. There is no shame in sitting down and trying to see a thing no matter how many time's you've looked at it before. Does the fact that I have already had few conversations with my sister mean there's no point in speaking with her again? Lets hope not. (I think I've probably written that here before, but this is a post about what's worth repeating.) And furthermore I get to paint anything that I feel like painting! oops, here I am arguing with myself again.
Thursday's clementine again and one of those key limes from last week. See Elizabeth's here. These blocks are a little bit bigger than the other tiny block pantings.
I have several large canvases in the studio which makes these all the more appleaing to work on.
Not necessarily in that order:
Available here.
6"x6", oil on masonite, available here.
Walking to school we have gathered quite a collection. I tried to channel Elizabeth Hutchinson. If you are near Ontario you can see her and her work at the Ontario Plein Air Painting Show and Sale.
Not sure what to make of this one. I started out with a photo of a friend's daughter, set it aside a few months ago and then picked it up today. I think I'll interpret the text as related to the idea that perhaps, within my friend's troubled-if not anguished- relationship with her daughter's father, she could find some peace in in the glorious life of their child. The painting morphed into a (romanticized big-eyed) dead ringer for me at about 7 years old. My sister Amanda's birthday was yesterday, maybe this painting is also an homage to us. Whaddaya think sista?
