I realized that this was the best picture I took of my children on Easter. This particular picture is worth one million words, it has it all...just not at all what most people try to captured in your traditional Easter photo......
-No Sunday best but rather pajamas and dress up cowgirl boots on one and a swimsuit on another.
-Comical amounts of dirt on clothes and faces.
-I am pretty sure this could be the first Easter photo with an "heirloom" hatchet clutched protectively in a seven-year-old hand (Thank you Grandpa Tom).
-A look of pure disgust at having been bossed around by his sister a moment earlier.
-All photo subjects completely distracted by the incredible Nature Planet quality bird show to my right.
I may still stage a more formal Easter best photoshoot, but in truth, it was an AMAZING Easter evening spent with Grandma down in the cattails.
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I am gearing up to start some large oil paintings. This painting sold a few years ago, but I have never posted it. My lovely nieces are all in college (almost) now. They were so sweet and adorable playing in the pool with me that day.
This is my VanGogh collaboration. I completed this painting before we moved, but I don't think I ever posted it.
I LOVE VanGogh's original "Wheat Field With Lark". Yeah, there is just one lark in the original. I LOVE his colors and handling of grass and I really wanted to try it out. All through my studies in art we are repeatedly taught about how much artists learn by copying the work of the great Masters. The Masters themselves spent countless hours in the Louve or other museums, or in cathedrals, or churches copying Master-works. I believe Van Gogh himself did it.
Well, I am here to add to the testimony. It is truly a learning experience. I was putting so much paint on that canvas and in such pure colors...it scared me a little. Honestly!
I did make one change. I added another lark. I know, blasphemy right!? But I read Irving Stone's book, Lust for Life. It is the story of VanGogh life. I thought about that book the whole time I was painting. It really brought to mind the importance of have a companion. Someone to fly with. So, I decided to add another lark, and I gave the painting to my husband. Forgive me art-purists..but it just felt right.