learn how not to quit.



April 29, 2012

Onion



 “Give even an onion graciously.”
—Afgan proverb

Last night, I got home after 10 pm and realized I had not painted. I did not want to break my daily painting streak (67 days), so I did this humble onion. Then I stayed up till2 am watching Johnny Depp in Everlasting.

April 20, 2012

Apple from above

I think I am ready to move on from the fruit and vessel still life theme — ready for something meatier. Stay tuned.

April 18, 2012

Pear & OJ

I think of pears as green, but sometimes they are mostly yellow and I think of orange juice as orange, but like the pear it seems really yellow to me. I am constantly fighting my impulse to paint what I think instead of what I see.

April 16, 2012

Apple

I had to get to an early morning meeting. So, simple painting followed by a simple breakfast. Zoom, zoom.

April 12, 2012

Olive oil & Tomatoes

My dear friend brought this amazing olive oil to me from France. Extra fresh, extra virgin, extra delicious with tomatoes and salt.

April 08, 2012

Hot dog & a Bud

The only place I really enjoy a dog and a beer is at the ballpark — I’m more of a wine and hummus sort of gal.

April 06, 2012

Every day painting #45






 Just a little quick and dirty painting before heading over to watch my son Charlie at the UVa open football practice. Hoos!

April 05, 2012

Pear and Tangerine

I started with tulips but they got the best of me. Maybe I'll finish that tonight. Here is a pre-breakfast quickie.

April 03, 2012

Opening Day

Tomorrow is opening day for the MLB. Here is my tribute to the sport I love best and part of an essay from Bart Giamatti’s, A Great and Glorious Game: Baseball Writings of A. Bartlett Giamatti. This essay makes me weep!


“The Green Fields of the Mind”
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. . .

. . . Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the game's deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. . .

April 01, 2012

Granny Smith and Pansies

Today is my 40th day of painting-everyday. I never imagined I would stick with it. I decided to think of painting like I think of yoga. A practice. This new approach takes all the pressure off.