Artist Studio
This painting was from an image of a storm in Botswana and the poem was inspired by a story my father told me about a little family cemetery in Shawnee Mound, Missouri. He mentioned the little marker of a baby Fleming and the mystery surrounding this unknown child. I should write a poem about it.
Here is a painting with a poem that I wrote a while ago and I struggled so much with it I quit writing poems. It was just too hard. Whine whine. I will try to get back on the horse and try to start writing again. Sorry for being away so long.
This painting is from an image of a really cold February morning at a farm in Upperville, VA. I was out walking before sunrise and was struck by the absolute still frozen air and the spectacular colors of a winter sunrise. I tried to capture the light that sort of floats on the darkness as
One of my goals in cleaning up my studio was to be able for work in it again. It had become a representation of the absolute clutter in my head, boxes of stuff everywhere, and stacks of papers, paintings and procrastinations. I know that’s not a word but this is not a grammar lesson. Anyway
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All you need to know about using a small rigger and round brush for painting wonderful trees.