I’m munching on my own breakfast of granola, and berries picked from the garden, as I write. It’s Uncle Barney’s birthday, so I added some flax seed in his honor. Go Barn. There’s a lot more of everything to do today, so I’m getting a jump on the blog post. If we cross two more off today that will leave five.
I give you…
Breakfast with Nancy Luce – 24 x 20
Gallery owner cum muse.
I had this painting in mind from the beginning
but somehow it got saved until the end.
So, it had a lot of time to percolate
on the back burner of the creative mind.
Which was fortunate because
the first scarf was red and I really like that vintage blue check.
The wooden chickens were originally supposed to be feathersbefore the box of my father’s remnants arrived.
The eggs were always going to be Homer’s
but he added a few more colors to the coop for the spring layers.
And then there was Mr. Morse.
I had been texting him images of the paintings as they were finished.
It’s always nice to get feedback, and in the early stages, my fragile ego
can only handle positive comments, which…he knows and respects.
But, when he saw that I was working on this homage to Nancy Luce
he told me he had just purchased one of her original pamphlets of poetry.
I had him send me a photo and just like that…
the piece came together.
It’s a wonderful life.
Scare Crow – 12 x 29
You should have seen Pat modeling for this.
I dressed her in my plaid shirt
found just the left glove so that decided which hand to hold up
the straw was…everywhere…from my straw bale garden
that pitchfork is the one we bought back from cousin Eddie’s estate sale
and the crow…flew in just for a guest appearance
My model fees vary
I got away easy with the crow
she needed the straw
and was satisfied with the handful from the sleeve
well let’s just say
she doesn’t work for peanuts.