On a rainy afternoon, I set up at the dining table in the house. I would rather work in the house when it is cold and dark in the painting workshop. That’s kind of a “Duh” statement, no?
I felt like painting but the two large commissions are just too much for painting at the dining table. There was still time to sell more small pieces at the Courthouse Gallery. But wait! Maybe I’d like to keep a painting of a poinsettia.
I do this every year—paint a few poinsettias thinking to keep them for my own use. Then I change my mind and sell them, figuring I can always paint one any time. And then, the cycle repeats.
I’ve painted enough of these red flowers to not really follow the photos.
See that 2″ square canvas? It is a pomegranate becoming a poinsettia.

This time instead of using 2 yellows, 2 blues, 2 reds, and white, I used 1 yellow, 1 blue, 2 reds, and white.
Here it is, shiny wet, ready to go on top of the armoire for drying.
And what is this?
It used to be a painting of orange blossoms, but apparently no one except me liked it. So, it is becoming Matilija poppies for a friend’s upcoming birthday. She doesn’t read my blog – most of my closest friends don’t. Kind of weird, but true.



After my post called “Juried Or Judged?”, one might have gotten the idea that I don’t participate in such shows. In general, I don’t. Lots of artists develop a following by entering shows all over the country, paying entry fees, shipping art, paying to have it boxed and shipped back, hoping for prizes, hoping for sales, and likely, ending up discouraged and poor.
I don’t enter shows that are far away. I am a Central California artist, specifically a Tulare County artist who takes great pleasure and pride in finding the best things of this place I’ve called home for 63 years. (We may not qualify for a Trader Joe’s or a university or even for litter-free pothole-patched roads, but we feed the world and don’t you forget it!)
When there are local shows with nominal or no entry fees, shows that aren’t too much trouble to enter, shows that will keep my work and name in the public eye (where old and new customers can find me, because I came here to earn a living), shows that seek the type of work that I do (realistic subjects based in Tulare County), then I might be interested.
Such a show is coming soon. Artists are allowed to enter 3 pieces. It is juried because they have both standards and limited space.
The last time I entered this show, my work was small and placed in a dark corner, which did not do it any justice. Many years later, my work is larger, brightly colored, and I have 7 pieces that I want to enter. I don’t know how to decide which 3 to submit. 

Another Reception at Exeter’s Courthouse Gallery and Museum is coming Sunday afternoon, December 11, 2-4 p.m. This show is 



























While sick, I realized that my infirm activities don’t differ much from my normal. Reading, knitting, emailing, texting, letter writing, writing my blog, surfing the World Wide Web. . . what differed? I didn’t get up early, walk for exercise, work in the yard, paint, draw, talk on the phone, or go anywhere. So almost a completely wasted week, but not entirely.