Monday, March 27, 2017

Sunflower Mural on Fence

It started with an idea...
Then came the plan...


That was followed by a little faith that weird blobs and lines would eventually turn into something recognizable...





Here I'm working on some secrets that are hidden in a few of the flowers... maybe I'll share those later. 😊


There's a point when you just have to say... "I. Am. Finished."
It's a pretty nice way to hide the pool pumps and equipment.

Maybe painting fences can be my next job. 😉 (5651 days down and 45 days left in my old one!!!)

 Wonderful sisters... Wonderful weekend at Welcome Home Retreat.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Door Beneath the Wisteria


Who do you think might live in the door beneath the wisteria?  Surely it's a fairy... a sprite... an elf... a gnome...a regular lady with green thumb?  I think she sings while she tends to her flowers and smiles when she greets the mornings.  I think she laughs when looks at her aqua door and is glad she chose aqua.  I think she is content. I think everyone who visits her feels welcomed and at home.

Although I had a photo or two that gave me the idea, I did much of this from my own imagination... not typical at all for me... but so fun!  And it came together quickly!  Instead of a drawing, I blocked it in and just started.
I loved, Loved, LOVED the process... but in the end it looked like... a door... there was no story...

As luck would have it, we'd planned to spend the night with Cheri, my art mentor and dear friend.  I got to paint with her every Monday night during my first five years as a painter.  It's such a treat whenever we get to paint together now.  I said, "It's just a door with some flowers... Can you help me turn it into a story?"  Well, I believe Cheri has a kind of fairy magic with paints. ☺  
She started with, "Hmmm.... well, what if we tried putting a little aqua in the corner of that door... "  About an hour and 10 "Hmmm... what if we..." ideas later... just like magic... It was a story!


I painted this to hang in the new Wisteria Room that will be opening soon at Welcome Home Retreat.  

Contact me if you are interested in purchasing this painting.
Original oil painting on 12"x 16" Canvas

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Our Chickens!

Introducing the three newest Eatons!
Our sweet little redheaded country chicks: Wynonna, Reba, & BonnieRait!



Sunday, March 12, 2017

Hmmmmm.....

I think this is the hummingbird version of "a kid in a candy shop!"  She's probably thinking... "Hmmmmm... They all look so good!  Hmmmm... Where do I begin? Hmmmmm... Maybe I'll just cruise around... Hmmmmm..."

I love to read.
I love to read excellent literature... trashy novels... children's books... and blogs. I love to discover a blog that feels real... like the the author is just talking in his/her own voice without concern for who is/isn't reading it. Usually it's one that doesn't have sponsors or hundreds of followers; it's just someone writing about whatever it is they're passionate about.  Whenever I stumble across one like that, I like to go all the way back to the beginning of it and read it through. It's like a novel (only better).  It's the oddest thing to do that because a blog is written in present tense, so it feels like it's happening now even though it might have been written 6 years ago.  It's funny how invested I find myself becoming in this stranger's life. Occasionally I can't help myself and leave a comment (even though my present is the author's past... let that sink in a minute...) then worry the author wonders what this random stranger is doing in his/her past.

I discovered one of these blogs during Christmas break. (It's always in a really random way that this happens... long story short... I'm fascinated by high and low tides.  I learned that Nova Scotia has the highest tides in the world. Visiting there was added to my bucket list. The author of this blog is from there.) After reading a few posts of SharleyStudio, I knew I wanted to start at the beginning; I think the first post was done in 2007. It became my winter reading choice.  
Then one day in late January I got to the post written on July 19, 2012 and stopped. All of Sara's photographs are wonderful, but the hummingbirds and those spiky pink flowers on this post and a few more on the post on August 1, 2012, just captured my heart.

I gathered the courage to ask permission to use one as a reference for a painting, and Sara graciously said yes.

So...
I'm often asked, "Where do you get your ideas for paintings?"  
Well, sometimes an image just finds me.

To purchase this little painting, click "Hmmmmm....." 
Original Oil Painting on 8"x 8" Wrapped Canvas.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Arsaga's - Our First Date

If you aren't from Northwest Arkansas, this just looks like an old building.  
If you are from Northwest Arkansas, you know that this is a familiar, much-loved, Fayetteville-esque spot just off The Square.

When Sonya asked me to paint it for her, she said, "Mike and I had our first date in 1994 at the original Arsaga's on Block Street."  Awwwww... I love a good romantic story! Of course I said YES... 

As I so often do when I love the story and say yes, I realized as I got started that I might have gotten myself in over my head with this project.
There wasn't a reference photo... But there were about 6 old photos that I was just sure I could piece together to recreate what she remembered.   Funny how confident I am before I begin a project! HA!  And, in the end, yes, it did come together pretty well.

I don't know the whole story, but I do know there there's something important about the fact that the knobs on the two middle doors are on the outside of each door because they lead to the two separate businesses.  I'm imagining a nervous couple on their first date each going into a door and ending up in different places! 

Arsaga's moved to another location years ago. Although I'm not a coffee drinker, I know it's the best coffee stop in town for many.
Swift's has been the place for custom jewelry or jewelry repair for more than 60 years.
Hugo's... How can I explain how good their hamburgers are? I'm so sad for you if you've never eaten one. Let me take you there.  If you are walking from Swift's you go down the stairs beside the red wagon-wheel rail and into the basement.  You'll see a long room with a bar on one side and red & white checked tables filling the rest of the space.  It will be dark-ish, but you can see all the pipes on the ceiling and old photos on the walls.  I guess there are things besides hamburgers that you can order, but no one does. They make the best, Best, BEST hamburgers... I'd say in the whole world. 

[SOLD]
Original Oil Painting on 16"x 20"

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Red Barn & Red Tulips

A happy old red barn...
I guess I love painting barns because I have barn memories... barn stories.
This is the 18th barn I've painted.  Really? Yep! I counted.  And 13 of those were red. 

This was the last painting of our weekend of painting at Welcome Home Retreat. You'd think this one would have come easily for me, but it was definitely the one that frustrated me the most.  I couldn't get the tree right... couldn't get the shading right... couldn't get the road... couldn't get the colors right... 
In the end, I kind of when rogue and quietly did what felt comfortable... put red paint on the barn, painted grass over the road, ignored the tree, added some tulips for balance, then smiled and signed it.  

What a wonderful, wonderful weekend!  What a perfect way to celebrate 10 years of painting!   
I love that we'll be doing it again in June. Cheri tells me that next time we'll be painting a long horn cow on a big canvas, a landscape on a medium canvas, and a rose on a small canvas. Can't wait!

To purchase this little painting click "Red Barn & Red Tulips."

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

A Tree - 10 Years in the Making

February 22, 2007
I walked in to my first painting lesson, and I was nervous.

The idea of oil painting was completely foreign to me, but it was a time when I needed something new.  My youngest had gotten his drivers license, so my days of chauffeuring had ended.  I'd taken some steps back from the National Writing Project, so I was missing having that creative outlet. Then this opportunity came along.  There was an announcement one Sunday morning that a lady in our church, Cheri, was offering a 6 week painting course.  I remember whispering to Ron, "I'd love to try something like that one day when I have time."  He looked at me and said, "You have time now." 
So... I bought the 5 tubes of paint, the 9"x 12" canvas board, the easel, and whatever else was on the list. I gathered my supplies (and my courage) and went to my first painting class.  
I sat on the front row in the middle.  I so wanted to be successful, but I had very little confidence in my artistic abilities.
But...
I listened.
Cheri said, "I want to teach you to see things differently." 
She told us which paints to use, which ones to mix.  It made no sense, but I did it.
She said to mix orange (of all crazy things) to the blue to keep the sky from being garish. It didn't understand, but I obeyed.
She explained how to make "sky holes" by putting the blue in the tree.
I copied her.
... And... almost like magic... trees appeared on my canvas!  I'd painted trees!  And they looked like trees!  I was so proud of that painting.  I still am.  

As we were planning the painting weekend at Welcome Home Retreat, I told Cheri that I'd paint whatever she planned, but I really hoped we'd paint a tree. She didn't forget.  

So... it's been 10 years... I've done 348 paintings... 
I'm still amazed every time a painting turns out like it's supposed to.
I still get frustrated when a painting isn't turning out like it's supposed to.
I have learned that every painting goes through an  ugly stage and that I have to trust that it will eventually come together.





I have so much still to learn, but I have much to celebrate as an artist. 
Happy Art-Birthday to me!
February 2017

February 2007