My little friend, I hear your song. “Good Morning,” I say. You look up at me and shake the downy snow from your feathers. A moment later you fly away, maybe tomorrow we will meet again.
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Country Path
Just cresting the bend on his daily walk, Walter Hobbs could barely make out the town common just ahead. It had always fascinated him how he could be walking down a country lane and then appear just inside the town where all the bustle of town life was all around. He looked forward to making […]
4.0 Red Pear
After the berry day, I had to go back to the pears for a boost of confidence. Happy little red pear.
3.0 Blackberry
Blackberry was a class study piece. I think if I redid it again, I would make the bowl bigger than suggested in class and do the check pattern differently. Of course, I think I’m thinking acrylics because doing the background and then laying out the blue pattern would be easy. In oils, it may get […]
1.0 The Silver Cup
So come on my journey while I dabble in oil painting. I’ve always been bemused with oils. They seemed like an unattainable goal. During college, I never was taught oil painting. The painting classes I had weren’t very helpful. We met twice a week and painted and critiqued each other’s work. Some of my pieces […]