- click on image to zoom I apologize for the poor quality photo with reflections and distortions, but this was taken at an outdoor show. With the brilliant colors of the Derby, and the excitement of the horses, I hope this painting captures some of that for you, and that you will enjoy it. This is a framed 18″ x 24″ original watercolor
As she dances in the night, she can only dream of a partner from above. It’s been 10 years since she laid upon the fields of gold, gazing up at the stars. Missing the days of riding a bike, swinging in the old rope swing hung by her grandfather, and the warmth when embraced by her parents. Just a young girl with so many moments in life still ahead of her and yet those moments would never come.
It was one of those hot days when the ocean breeze, and the cool spray of the waves could cool things off. This was her moment to use the heat as an excuse to ask her parents to take the boat out a few miles and see the wildlife that she so loved. You see her dream was always to live in the ocean and swim with the grace of the dolphins, and yet the gentleness of a sea turtle upon a wave. This world above sea level was fun, but things must be even better under the sea. Her dad finally puts his tools down and agrees that they do need a break, and off they went.
The boat was loaded and off they went. Smiling with the biggest of smiles, and her friends the dolphins taking lead, further and further they ventured. What they didn’t realize, and something her dad usually checked, was the weather. Setting out in such a hurry, they didn’t realize that the heat of the day, created energy for the storm approaching, approaching fast. The waves grew, the control of the small vessel lessened until there was no control. Her dad fought and held on as long as his loving arms could, but the grip was lost.
As the light from above dimmed, and the cold dark blue of the ocean increased, Amber faded. Her thoughts were on her dad and what had happened.
It’s been ten years, and now Amber still dances, but dances alone. There are still fisherman today that say that they see this beautiful young lady dancing with long flowing red hair, but that’s not possible. For you see, this little girl named Amber and her loving father, are together, but they are together under the tree that once held the rope swing that her grandfather hung.
watercolor, 11″ x 14″
These are several fast ink and watercolor sketches that I’ve recently finished just trying to bring Spring to southern Indiana.
The bottom left is a non-Spring related ink sketch, but is an old retro style Sci-Fi scene. With an astronaut hoping they know that he comes in peace, not realizing what behind him, does not!
The other three are a familiar scene from the southern Indiana area. The Spring rains have begun, and the snow has all but melted away, that’s not to say that we might get more next week. Last week we received 8.5″ of snow and temps were in the single digits farenheit, this week, almost 70 degrees. As we would say around here “If you don’t like the weather today, wait till tomorrow, it will completely be different.”
These are 5″ x 7″ on 140 cold press watercolor paper.
Thanks for viewing and I hope flowers are blooming where-ever you live.
Acrylics on 140lb cold press paper
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Lived my entire life in southern Indiana, but have always had a love for the beach and ocean. There are two places in this world that brings calm and relaxation to me, that’s walking in the woods, or strolling down an ocean beach. Even as a kid the adventure of what you might see, or what you might find while walking at both places has always been a fun time. The woods offer beautifully shaped trees, little streams rolling down the hillside, a box turtle slowly making its way through the woods or a shed whitetail antler, you just never know. The ocean, along with its rhythmic sound of waves, also offers an abundant natural and manmade wonders, from a beautifully shaped and aged piece of driftwood, seashells of all kinds, and sea life that will absolutely amaze the eye. Some just simply walk past, or walk through without actually opening their eyes, ears, and minds to actually inhale all of its wonders. This is also a symbol of the way our lives are journeyed these days, without appreciation, respect, and missing out on the true wonders of whats been given.
These two North American beauties are two subjects of watercolor paintings that I finished this past weekend. They are both are matted for a 18″ x 24″ frame. There will be two more paintings for the series and will be posted as soon as they are finished. I hope U like and thanks for visiting!
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The painting of the unfinished wolf is completely painted with watercolors and the poppies are all acrylics. The problem that I’m having is that I love watercolors, but in the area that I hope to move to soon (Florida), the outdoor shows can play havoc on watercolors and can ruin them easily. So I’m playing around with the acrylics used as watercolors to keep this from happening, but not sure I like the results. If anyone out there has any suggestions on how to protect watercolors from humidity and framing, or on the acrylics used as watercolors, please feel free to comment. Thank you all and I hope to see you at the shows if I’m in your area someday!
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With a show coming up in Ferdinand, Indiana I decided to do a couple of paintings of the beautiful Monastery located there. I’m working with different styles, and playing around with technic, and as always trying to loosen up with my art. Let me know what you think and if you’re in the area, come by and say hello.
Would the person who has purchased the sailor earlier, and Native American painting this past weekend please contact me. I was going to give you free art work for purchasing the paintings and forgot to give them to you.
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Have you ever had one of those days, weeks, months, to which you feel like this sunflower looks? Since I’ve hit the 50 mark… a few years ago, this represents me big time. I don’t mind the wrinkles, the wilting of the hair, or the drooping of muscles… what little I had, but no energy! That sucks! I try to stay busy when I get home from work and that helps, but it takes a lot more effort to maintain verticality. Forget the six pack abs, guns for arms, and the ability to run with-out passing out, just give me a BIG-O-BUCKET of energy, and I would be loving it!
Here are a 10 signs that your flower is wilting!
1. When you go out to get the Sunday paper… and realize it’s Monday!
2. When you use the excuse that the recliner is more comfortable than your bed… but it’s really because you don’t have the energy to get up and go to bed.
3. (Mostly old men) when you notice that your pant zipper is very seldom zipped up now days… to much energy wasted zipping them, and faster access when you’ve layed in the recliner so long that you almost pee yourself!
4. When you fall asleep… before your wife!
5. When your triceps wave more than your hand… when waving!
6. When you try to z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z, oops! Fall asleep while blogging!
7. When your wife is frisky… and you claim to have a headache!
8. When you stop at 8 in a top ten reason list… because you just don’t have the energy to make 10!
You all can fill in the rest… I’m going to take a nap!
16″ x 20″ watercolor on 140lb coldpress paper
Went to the ocean this late afternoon and decided to get the watercolors out and paint something, and decided to do the beautiful waves. The ocean wasn’t actually the story this night. You see my wife and I dropped off my daughter early one morning and then we went to Clearwater beach. The sad thing is, we beat the beach sweepers there and what a mess. Trash everywhere! Trash can located every 20-30 yards and yet people were to lazy to pick up their own trash and deposit it in the cans on their paths out. Sad. But that’s not the story, the story is tonight while at the beach this man was picking up other people’s trash. I decided that this is the person that I would be honored to give my painting to. As he disappeared behind the dunes, I began to remove the painting from the block and signed it to give it to him. But he never came out from behind and I soon realized that he lived in this beautiful and as my wife had just said her favorite home along the area. Thinking that I missed the opportunity to give it to him, I noticed him through the window and motioned for him to see if he would take the painting. He came out and was absolutely polite and nice and accepted my painting. This man did not have to clean the beach, and yet he has pride enough in this beautiful part of our country to do so. So to him, I thank you, and to others like him, I thank you, and for those that have the strength to carry your stuff down to the beach, please don’t be to lazy to carry it back up with you. We need more pride, and respect for this beautiful country.
the watercolor was painted with the ocean waters in the area. And on 140lb cold press paper.