Friday, April 23, 2010
This is a little painting I did for a friend who is fascinated with the water towers in New York City. She and I have traveled there together several times, and she always comments on how many there are. I had never really noticed, but every building, no matter how old or how modern has a plain old water tower. (I guess everyone needs water pressure.) So, I tried to create something interesting out of something that I thought was very drab.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
I should have been working in the yard this morning, but I painted instead. This wee little painting (7" x 5") is a house that I passed everyday when I worked at Millington Middle School. I loved my drive to work because I passed fields and ponds and farms and wooded areas. I enjoyed the colors and the textures of every season. This farmhouse was almost hidden when the trees had leaves, but it was at its best in early spring. It seemed to glow orange in the sunshine before the trees created an umbrella of shade. It also had random spreads of buttercups smeared across the lawn as well as blooming forsythia and spirea. I took a picture of it before the dead winter grass in the unkept area next to the road turned green.
Friday, April 9, 2010
I visited the Cinque Terre area of Italy twice because I loved it so much. This is a rugged area on the northern coast of Italy noted for its beauty and its isolation. The only way to reach these 5 villages is by train, boat, or trails. You cannot drive a car into these towns. Vineyards cascade down the jagged cliffs to the sea. The wine there is the best that I have ever had. You can actually walk the trails from the first village to the last, a distance of 10 mile. We walked from the first (Romaggiorre) to the third (Corniglia). The trail after that got pretty primitive and rugged so we turned back and caught the rickey old train to the last two villages. The villages are beautiful and colorful with stucco buildings stacked haphazardly on top of each other, winding alleys, balconies and beautiful flowers. The fragrance in this area is unworldly - a combination of figs, olives, flowers, and sea. The narrow streets are lined with colorful fishing boats. These are some of the paintings that I have created from my photos and those of my son. It is my dream to go and stay in one of those small stucco homes and paint in the Italian sunshine.