The world lost a special man this week. He was an Oklahoma cattleman, a dear friend, and one who my mother (who just didn't even try to remember names after her stroke) called "that pastor that we like." (That one makes me laugh since it made it sound as if she didn't like the others.)
Art can be therapeutic. I thought of him as I worked on this piece. I liked to imagine that these pretty cows were looking at him as he walked toward them. He would have loved them.
It has been a long time since I've done a big oil painting. It felt good to get back to it.
My Weekly-ish Challenge was "Paint Something that Begins with the First Letter of Your Name." So...
** I know, I know... couple of Angus and a Black Baldy got in the bunch...They didn't start with H, but I liked them.
Funny that this was the challenge. I participated in a creative journaling workshop this spring. It was done in a different way, but the same prompt was used. I had fun with that "H" project too. Here's the poem I wrote for that one:
Hollyhocks and hummingbirdsHappy hens and healing wordsA Honey-baked ham, a hot chocolate mugHearing hallelujah, holding a heartfelt hugHarvesting herbs and homey heirloomsHelpful hints and hotel roomsThe hues of hydrangeas, hawks in the skyHot hushpuppies heaped up highHanging hammocks and holiday plansHandsome husband and holding handsHope… home… health…Huge breath in… hold… and… Hhhhhhhhh…
Thanks to pexels.com for a great reference photo.
Original Oil Painting on 22"x 28" Wrapped Canvas
Click On the Homestead if you'd like to purchase this one. I'm going to enjoy seeing it on my own wall while it waits for its forever home.