This is my first painting of 2019 and it just happens to be my first commission of the year as well. A photograph by John Snell, newsperson and photographer of Louisiana, is once again the inspiration for my painting.
Done and signed, and off to Acceleration Art and Photography Gallery in historic Fountain Square. If I can’t be standing on the beach, I can paint it and look at it while hoping it speaks to someone else.
Western Lake in Grayton Beach Florida, with its iconic stand of pines on the shore, is one of my favorite and most popular scenes to paint. This one sold before I had finished it and is already in its new home in Santa Rosa Beach.
I grew up in New Orleans and my grandparents lived just a block from Lake Pontchartrain. This reminds me of childhood days, looking at the sailboats from the sun parlor upstairs. Sold!
I’ve always been fascinated with mermaids. I love the beach, although most beach themed decor bores me silly. I decided to paint my own mermaid for my bathroom, which is my safe haven after a long day. Here she is, shimmering in the surf.
Well, I finally finished this big beauty. Being sick for the last two weeks didn’t help! This may be going to Acceleration Art and Photography in June, or there is a possibility of a show I will be participating in for the month of May. I’ll keep you posted!
I am thrilled to be able to say that this painting has been accepted for the Indiana Interchurch Center Gallery’s upcoming exhibit of women artists, the theme of which is “Home.” Although I have lived in Indianapolis for nine years now, Louisiana will always represent home to me. This painting, in particular, touches my deepest feelings about Louisiana. The cypress trees found in our bayous and swamps are ancient beauties, with all of the mystery, loneliness and magnificence they portray. The Bald Cypress is so named because although it is a conifer, it drops its leaves early in the fall. There is a photographer in New Orleans named Frank Relle who camps out at night in the swamp in order to take his haunting photographs of Louisiana’s marshlands, which are disappearing rapidly every day. If you are ever in New Orleans, you should definitely stop by his gallery on Royal Street. You will be awed. It was a lovely surprise to receive an email today from Frank saying that he loves my painting.
Hey! I sold the first painting I did of Western Lake almost as soon as I posted it, and I enjoyed doing it so much, I’m working on another one, from a slightly different angle and at a different time of day. Hope you like it, and please feel free to comment!
Edited 10-13-2016 : Sold
This is a view I’ve seen so many times, I almost took it for granted until my sister suggested that I might want to paint it. She sent me a photo and I did, and now all I want to paint are images of the lakes around the panhandle of Florida. I love the beach, but frankly, it’s not as interesting to paint. This just sold (YAY!!!), and may be one of my all-time favorites. I’ve found several other photographs of Western Lake at different times of the day, from different angles, etc., so I will probably do a series of these
This took much longer than I anticipated, but it’s signed and available for sale. 22 x 28 acrylic on canvas
This painting started off one way and then I turned it upside down and it became clear to me what it wanted to be. I love fireworks and I love water. This is a fantasy that includes both.
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This was my very first commissioned painting that I did for a friend’s mother’s birthday. 10 x 20 acrylic on canvas. So much fun to do!
This is the latest update, with leaves and moss; it is a work in progress from a photograph by unknown of an old Live Oak tree in New Orleans. The above name is how I will always think of it because it was mostly done while waiting for my internet provider to come and restore my internet after one of their contractors showed up unexpectedly to bury the cable line, but unhooked the cable connection instead, and left without saying a word. He left his shovel behind. At any rate, I’m working on getting the suggestion of trees and shrubs in the background as they would look on a very foggy morning. It’s harder than you would think!
the old Live Oak trees in New Orleans are simply breathtaking and magnificent. This is my initial outline of one of them.