More cabin photos, to incite nostalgia, or perhaps gratitude, or maybe even curiosity. (All remain anonymous, because we value privacy here on this little corner of the World Wide Web.) These are all mountain cabins, although I do recognize that some of my tens of readers call their beach cottages “cabins”. This last one inspired […]
Cock-a-doodle-doo and Gilroy too
I started this 8×8″ painting of a rooster from A Housewife Writes because I wanted to, not because I think it will have a large market among my tens of followers. I finished it for the same reason. He is wet and shiny in this photo; when he dries, I’ll try to remember to scan […]
Fixing Someone Else’s Work
Doesn’t that sound arrogant? While helping my friend set up her grandpa’s house as a vacation rental, we encountered a barn painting that made us both groan. It had no signature, so I offered to take it home and give it a makeover. I was practically itching to tackle this, to put it out of […]
River, lake, sequoia tree, river, lake, sequoia tree, river. . .
With the exception of Jeff’s Garden (a commissioned oil painting) and painting a giant sequoia on a wooden panel, I have not painted this summer. This was planned, not accidental. The swamp cooler in the workshopo is loud, fairly inadequate for our summer heat, and has been springing leaks all summer. Kaweah Arts, a great […]
Art from Hume Lake
The first time I drew a Hume Lake cabin, it was for my friend’s parents. Her mom commissioned a pencil drawing. Wait, not true. The first time I drew a Hume Lake cabin, it was the boys staff cabin across the street from the girls staff cabin, in 1978. It was a present for my […]
Eureka! Part 2
The carpenter brought ”Aunt Em’s” completed stained glass window to the house to install it. More decisions: facing the garden or facing the laundry room? Hang inside or outside? Trail Guy and I had both thought that outside made the most sense. Not sure why, but since we were in agreement, it felt like the […]
Eureka! (I have found it)
WARNING: LONG STORY When I was a child, “Aunt Em” lived next door to my Great Aunt Mary in Three Rivers. She was a retired teacher, a “spinster” in the vernacular of the day, probably a bit eccentric. She had designed her own home and filled it with antiques. When we were allowed to visit […]
Can’t Let Go of Spring
Spring happened early in Three Rivers this year. It also seems to be ending early. It is hard to comprehend that Farewell To Spring began blooming around the lake at the end of March, when normally they don’t appear until the end of April or beginning of May. You may have noticed that I am […]
Just thinking about inspiration
People love to ask artists what inspires them. This is kind of annoying, because generally speaking, artists just love to make their art, not sit around contemplating the reasons. An artist who helped me get going in oils said that what inspired him were the bills in his PO box. I’ve occasionally pondered the question […]
Still Field-tripping
I recently read a useful acronym in Dusk Night Dawn by Anne Lamott: WAIT. It means Why Am I Talking. So today I will not talk, because I can’t think of a reason to talk that anyone would actually care about. Please enjoy these photos of what has masqueraded as winter in Three Rivers, California […]