Sunday, September 28, 2014

School in Session

A group of fish do not expect other fish to pick up after them.  We have a lot to learn.

In bocca al lupo  m (no v)

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Color Seeking IV (Building the portfolio)

White on White.  I can combine my color experiments with my studio work.  Enter the blue-eyed white dog.

This turned out to be one of the best studio sessions so far even though I was worried about her being a wash-out with my background.  She's gorgeous!

Taking five on the carpet.

In bocca al lupo.  m (no v)

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Apple Season

It's apple picking time.  I have three apple trees that I planted when I first bought this little Victorian.  Since they are planted in the front garden they are frequently visited by passers-by who have always been welcome to take an apple or two in passing.  My neighbors have also been invited to enjoy an apple when they'd like, or even enough for a pie if they felt like it.  Our next door neighbors, however, took this to an extreme one year and cleaned the trees nearly bare.  That year v and I ended up with only one ripe apple for ourselves.  I had a little chat with the man who we'd observed retreating from our trees, full 5-gallon bucket and muck rake in tow, more than once that season.  Since then all has been well.

In bocca al lupo.  m (no v)

Monday, September 8, 2014

Happy Birthday...belated

So last week was his birthday and it's been seven months since he's been gone and it seems more impossible to believe than all the months before.  He was such a presence, a unique, and a beautiful man.  It's hard to believe that such a force is no longer present within our lives. He was a loving, a passionate, a gentle, and a fearless man.  We met on the set of the play Zorba and he had a soul, a spirit, that outshone even that namesake...and that's just how I felt when I was angry with him.  At first sight you might have thought "what a tiny fellow" but it would have been the last time you thought of him as small.  He was one of those little Italian men that could move mountains effortlessly.  He was loud when he was happy and louder when he was not.  He cried openly, without shame, he fought city hall (and won).  He had an encyclopedic knowledge of history, geography, religion, and politics following the threads of current events to their origins in ancient Rome or Athens or the sands of the Holy Land.  Where I don't follow any events local, national, or international, he devoured his New York Times, listened to the BBC and NPR.  He was an artist and a draftsman. There really wasn't much he couldn't do. He was my courage, my very best friend, and the love of my life.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Friday, September 5, 2014

Color Seeking III

In an earlier post I attached a photograph from my phone of a Forget-Me-Not on a matching paint chip.  I didn't like that it was so blurry, so I redid it with my camera and am pleased with the result.  

Then, because I could, I worked it through Photoshop and love that result as well.

So, I'm sharing them with all of you.  Let me know if you like them.  
In bocca al lupo.  m (no v)

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Summer Afternoon

 "Summer afternoon-summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language"~ Henry James

The latest Fine Arts...

...and baseball on the radio

                               ...and missing v with all my heart...

In bocca al lupo.  m (no v)