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Jemez Rocks

oil on linen, 12" x 16"


Why Did I Paint These Rocks?

I recently read a fellow painter’s blog which asked why do we paint the things we paint.  What are we trying to say?  Well, I took that to heart, so here goes.

We were on a Sunday afternoon ride with our dogs.  We rode up through the Jemez Mountains just west of our home, and enjoying the spring  sunshine and the nip in the air.  We had just  passed Soda Dam on our way back down the mountain, and I spoted this rock formation. It was glowing in the sun.  It was afternoon so the sun had already moved across the great left the walls of the canyon bathed in shivers of shadow.  There were other folks around, but none of them seemed to notice.  I just had to get out of the car to capture this magnificent sun spot.

The photograph has been hanging around my studio for several years now.  I finally realized that I needed to share this with the world through oil paint.  There were so few people who seemed to notice it the day I first saw it, and I was still moved by the image.

My goal was to create a piece of art that would tell the world just was I saw and felt that spring day so long ago.

Keep smearing that paint, I will,


Be Kind to Yourself Painters!

Today was the dreaded day of taking down the Christmas tree and other holiday decorations.  I really don’t understand why the closet always shrinks when it comes time to organize and put away the Christmas stuff.  It’s as though it holds it breath or something.  I know the stuff fit in here before because this is where I found it!  Ugh.

Bright eyed and bushy-tailed this morning, I enlisted the help of my husband and we took that plastic and steel devil that passes for a Christmas tree down.  It obviously wasn’t ready to be stuffed back into a box for another year as it clung to the tinsel and strings of lights like a child to a lollipop.  Of course I have one of those pre-lit trees, but they don’t come with nearly enough lights to twinkle properly and make all those big glass balls glow and shine.  I had to add another 12 strings of lights to do that.

Breathing a sigh of relief that the thing was duly stuffed  back into its box, and the ornaments and various other decorations were huddled on the guest room bed, awaiting wrapping and packing, I suggested that we had done enough for one day as I was anxious to get out to my studio.  Bradley readily agreed.  While he swept up the worst of the mess, I went into the kitchen to warm up lunch.

After a belly full of posole (hot in more ways than one), we began to watch the football game.  I kept meaning to go on out to the studio, but just couldn’t leave the sofa while the football game was in the third overtime.  The next thing I remember is awakening to the play of the Rose Bowl.  Of course I cheered for my favorite team, but I couldn’t tell you which one that was right now.  I’m a very fickle football fan and besides, I can’t remember which teams were playing.

I was mildly upset when I realized I had napped through my studio hours, but that didn’t last long.  I forgive me.  You should too.  After all, I plan to make up the time tomorrow.  Instead of 1/2 day, I’ll spend the whole day in the studio.  Besides, if you’re not nice to you, no one else will be either.

So it is now time to retire to the library for the night, eat a light supper, and spend time with my spouse.  But, does two people napping in the same room count as spending time together?  If so, I have already spent enought time with him for today, so maybe I’ll just read or watch TV.

Keep smearing that paint, I sure will (well, tomorrow I will)


PS:  If you would like to see the painting shown above as a small “inchy” thing, just double click on it.

Hello Art World!!

Hello out there.  I promised myself that I would begin a blog today.  That is just what I am doing.

I am a fine artist.  It took me literally years to say those five words, and even longer to write them down.  I lost my way in my world of art about five years ago, and am making a new beginning.  In June 2011 I began that journey by taking a plein air workshop from Albuquerque Fine Artist Waid Griffin.  It was dreadfully hot and dry this past June, and my enthusiasm was the only thing that kept me going.  I am truly in love with plein air painting now.

I also subscribed to Robert Genn’s letters about the same time.  They have been that silken cord connecting me to the rest of the art world even when I tried to hide.  I eagerly await each letter, and devour it when it arrives.  His letters have encouraged me, provoked me, made me scratch my head; but they always hold my interest.  God bless Robert Genn.

This post isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I started this journey to set up a blog this morning.  I still can’t figure out how to insert one of my paintings, but tomorrow is another day, and I’ll try to figure it out then.

In the meantime, just keep smearing that paint, I sure will,