What I painted today. I tried something else a couple of times. I have wiped away enough paint to do 4 paintings. Its only paint and my cat Lovee. Oil on canvas 12"X9"
Here again is my cat doing zen like things in my backyard. I need a new venue or a new pet or a jonre. Maybe a niche. I have always wanted to have my own one of those. Yes, I need a nice little niche. Not too big, not too small, just one to call my very own. One that fits this perfect hell I'm in.
This is a painting of the beachroad. I have had it around for a quite a while and I ocassionally add bits of color. This is what it looks like now. We paint our sand fences pink, or at least I do. I took the reference photo for this late one warm summer afternoon in the coldest dead of winter.
Dogs seem to personify "Careless Love". They give it so freely to anyone who will accept it. I painted a friends dog. I gotta get my own model.
I gave this painting to the dog's owner.
Most people can't make this stuff up. This is "Lovee" the pastel calico that replaced Laverne. If my neighbor and I were still on speaking terms he would testify. About a year ago my neighbor came to our house. He saw "Lovee" for the first time, however, he knew we already had a calico cat. In astonishment he asked, "..has that cat faded?"
Parchman farm was a 16,000 acre prison in Mississippi. This painting started out as a rural landscape of South Dakota. It had a barn, an old house and a concrete silo, with a big open pasture in the foreground. I thought the pasture needed something. So I added the sheep. Then I realized that the sheep really didn't need the house, the barn or the concrete silo. Sometimes the things I have the hardest time parting with are the things I need the least. This painting is sold to a repeat collector
I have painted this house before. This is an ocean front home in Nag's Head, North Carolina. When I moved to the outer banks I lost the key to the highway. Now I won't be leaving here running, and you know, walking is most too slow.
Since my dog died I have been paying more attention to my cats. This one in particular. Shirley. I am fastinated by the intense euphoric feeling she apparently gets digging her claws along the wood grain. I think I have captured that moment here.
Oil on canvas 8"X16" (SOLD)
Sometimes these blue crabs make my day, or it could have been that greasy pizza, but I think it was the wine. It seems that kickin back at the beach "creating" can be like that. Blue or No.
Oil on canvas 12"X24" (SOLD) to a repeat collector in Kill Devil Hills, NC
"It is God's will that sheep die at the drop of a hat." Oom Schlak Lourens said respectfully to the dead ewe at his feet. Sheep tend to "volunteer" for death with little or no urging or provacation.