Trees Want to Be Taller & Greener

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Listening to my paintings advise me as I paint is what keeps my interest sharp with each one. I tend to repeat subjects that inspire me, like my friend Jordan. She is one of my favorite people to put into a painting. Sometimes I see Jordan in so many different ways and lightings that I have trouble deciding which one to do. When I settle on one concept, Jordan talks to me through the painting on the easel, changing the colors and lighting as I listen.

She isn't always there talking to me in person, I recall conversations we had while I did drawings of her. I work from drawings and sketches, or from photos. The works talk, telling me how much of Jordan is in the painting and how much of her needs to be in the painting. My paintings are not portraits, they are of many different people I know, with Jordan as their stand in. I tend to listen to Jordan as much as I listen to the painting. I see the family goat attacking her dad as she poses as the girl in a garden scene. She joins Kim in another painting to do some wading in a stream searching for crawdads.                                                  

Landscapes and still-lifes are real gabbers. Trees want to be taller and greener. Apples want to be as red as the roses and backgrounds are forever changing their minds. I think I know how each painting is going to look when I begin, but few seldom resemble the image in my head. Yet I'm always pleased with the finished piece, always happy with how I got to it. It's why I love painting, It's why I can paint the same subject over and over and learn something every time.  

A Childhood Returns

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A gentle tug on my pinky finger as Josephine pulls me towards the roaring water pouring over the dam outside my studio window. Looking back up at me as she pulls me to what she wants to show me, I feel my own childhood returning to me. A look of wonder and fascination comes over her as she looks down between the black metal bars of the guard railing. She points to the white turbulent waters and looks back to see if I'm looking. The world is so fresh when you're a child. Wonders are every where. Treasures come in the form of dandelions holding bumble bees, church bells singing out to the birds in flight. Tiny fingers point out these wonders, both to share, and ask about them. 

This week, my friend Jordan, shared her Josephine with me. Visiting Wild Rose Flower Shop Josephine was surprised to find Elsa, a parrot, living among the flowers. The delight in those two old's eyes as Elsa greeted her reminded me what its like to be a child. The flowers seemed to be speaking to me again, calling out to come to my studio. Josephine shared her wonder by showing me the way to look at old things with fresh eyes. 

Painting the roses I invited to my studio, I will be seeing Jo's blues eyes full of amazement at seeing her first talking bird. I have always preferred subjects that show me the good life. That let me show the beauty out there in the world. Only in my head have I painted the roses I bought while with Jordan and Josephine - I haven't gotten to them just yet. I am packing away the experiences Jordan and Josephine are gifting me. So strong are my feelings toward these two that I know long after they are back home I'll be able to call on these feelings they gifted me to paint all those paintings they gave me.