Showing posts with label watercolors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolors. Show all posts

Friday, May 4, 2012

Bye-Bye Birdie!

Somehow phone-calls amongst family members are not run-of-the-mill. Take today's call from Dad, for instance:

Dad: "Hey Rachie-baby."
Me: "Hey!"
Dad: "I've got a little present for you!"
Me: "Really?"
Dad: "Yeah--we were at our first stop and found this yellow-bellied-chickadee-thing dead in the flowerbed. It's in perfect condition. It's beautiful"
(At this point I know where the  conversation's going :) "Yeah?"
Dad: "Yeah, and Daniel and I thought you might like to draw and paint it so we put it in a MacDonald's bag and we're bringing it home for you!"

*Smile* I love my family. :D And since I'm leaving town this afternoon this means the chickadee-thing will take up the space a cardinal once held in our freezer, waiting for me and my artistic abilities to return home and do something with the poor beast. :D

.....yeah...we're a crazy bunch of people. :)

Monday, October 24, 2011

Fireside Dreams: Across the Way

I will be posting my Fireside Dreams each Monday, that being rather a slow day for our family and I will have had time on the weekends [perhaps] to make up my painting or sketch. Today I betook myself out to the front porch to capture the scenery Across the Way. That is how I always think of it. At one point I was assigned (as a school project) to name places on our land...the Maidenhair Mirror is one of the only names that stuck out of the several places we named. I don't think I ever did choose a name for the field Across the Way...one field around our house I lovingly call "Nettesheim Moor", but that's another story.
How often I have sat on the porch or peeped out of one of the dozen windows on the front of the house admiring the view! Last year the colors were so vibrant I still cry "Shame!" that I didn't paint them.
I delight to watch the seasons changing in that little band of brave trees. Many's the time I've watched the trees pencilled black against a fiery sunset, or the merry greening of the woods in May when it all looks like a Kentish orchard and the wheat is just growing tall enough to play with the wandering breezes. At the time of this painting the sun was a good deal Westward already and shone with a fierce intensity upon the band of trees across the way, showing them all black and purple and other broody colors, while it paled the field and everything else in a reckless sheen of hazy light. A queer sort of day to paint on, but now was my chance, and I'm rather pleased at how it turned out. :)

 In the top left-hand corner you will see my "Bear-tree". It is a tree that looks precisely like a lumbering bear rising out of the trees to look around and view the countryside or keep an eye out for a shooting star. :) At the bottom right-hand corner you can see a patch of the volunteer sunflowers, randomly planted by the flock of wild canaries. [or goldfinches, as we generally call them] And last but not least you can see our mailbox at the end of our driveway where I await the delights of the P.O., wondering if an adventure will come today in the form of a letter.
I hope you enjoyed this peep into my life! And feel free to begin a series of Fireside Dreams yourself! :)