Sláinte

Sláinte! Take your pick.

 

SOLD

November together

"All together now"

sing the Beatles.

November brings us 

together for a feast, family, and friends.

Let's toast.

Watercolor, commission, SOLD

 

Birthday of a New Year 2023-Bohoy

Light the candles for Chanukah.

Light the candles for Christmas.

Light the candles for the birthday of a New Year.

Paint it glorious.

 

Pastel, 2008

Popsicles! pastel painting by Johanna Bohoy

August. 

Hot and humid.

Ice on 2 sticks.

Grape, cherry, orange.

Companions for companions.

8"x10" Pastel  [SOLD-Texas]
 

Thank You Basket illustration by Bohoy

Watercolor illustration of food products for Massachusetts Specialty Food's "Thank You Basket. "

 

It's HOT.
Be COOL.

Watercolor, 5x7

Food is libation, pastel, Johanna Bohoy

From my exhibit:
"A la Carte Art: food paintings by Johanna Bohoy

FOOD IS LIBATION
A sip– forget your fears.
A drink for the moment. 
R&R Time.
One shot of pleasure.
Two parts sublime. 

Pastel 7x5, 2009 in rustic green frame $95.

Food is sharing. Picking raspberries by Bohoy.

From my exhibit "A la Carte Art: Food Paintings" by Johanna Bohoy

FOOD is sharing: 
A gift from the Earth.
Ruby red pockets of juice.
Pick one.
Eat two.
One for me-
None for you.
All's fair with kids.

 2008, pastel, 8x10 in 14x15 Ralph Lauren frame, $350.

A la Carte Art Exhibit, Johanna Bohoy

I am exhibiting my food paintings, the month of April In Manchester-by-the Sea, Ma. 

“We are what we eat,” wrote Anthelme Brillat-Savarin in 1826. 
"Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es." 
Our lives, family, friends, events, libations, and love are all intertwined with food. 
~
My connection to food is enhanced by my work. 
I am a Dame in Les Dames d’Escoffier International, am active in the Masschusetts Specialty Food Association, am a designer of food packaging, and my husband Larry is my comsummate ‘chef.’

Presidential Sweets (suites), pastel, Bohoy

We'll only guess that Washington ate cherries, and Lincoln-logs; Carter- some peanuts. But we do know that Reagan ate jelly beans, Clinton liked doughnuts, the Bushes ate M&Ms, and Obama craved caramels.
It's a presidential suite of sweets.

Pastel, 5.5 x 7, $100.

Café Days

Café Days

These are the days to brunch & lunch

Inside; not out. 

Sun bathed corners in casual cafés

Hidden from chills about.

[Greenwich, CT]

Pastel, 5x7, $100.

Servants in a row.

Cooks, maids & butlers all in a row. 
Snap your fingers. 
You're dreaming. 
Get cooking!

Mixed media, 4 x 6.5 
Prints available- Contact me for prices

June roses, mixer, Bohoy

My dear friend, the consummate baker, wanted her workhorse mixer to look less like a horse and more like art sitting on her counter. I painted trailing red roses on the little pony and now it's a "show horse."

Commission [sold]

May Day herb garden

May 1.
May Day.
My day to make May Wine.
Hopefully woodruff and mint are peeking up in the herb garden.
They'll go into the bottle with fruits and flowers to
steep and flavor the wine.
Earth gifts in a glass.
Here's to May.

Pastel, 10 x 8, $100.

Baking a cake.

“The sun was slanting thru the crisp white curtains of the compact kitchen– a scent of wild rose from the blossoming bush outside the window was perfuming the air as the breeze blew in– but the scent of cake baking in the oven was the star. My mother was singing “la de da...” as she whipped up a 7 Minute Frosting to ice the impending cake as we all hovered and waited in anticipation to lick the beaters. The cake batter had already been licked clean earlier by we overzealous kids fighting over who would do it first. 
I  can’t recall if the cake was for a birthday, dessert, or just ‘needed’ to be made, but all of the ingredients were there: the sun, the smells, the love, the passion, the family, the adoration, and anticipation. 

Later~
The cake is done, the frosting white, fluffy, and peaked. Who can wait?  No one– when the aroma seduces your senses: your eyes, your nose, your tastebuds. My mother takes the knife and carefully slices a piece for each of us, sneaking a lick of the wayward crumbs and frosting as she goes. The sun is now in a different place, the oven is cooling, our childish patience has waned, and we are finally ready for a bite of this beautifully baked piece of magic. 

That particular piece of Mom’s magic, chemistry, and passion, is now lovingly baked in our own sunlit compact kitchen.”
           ~ Johanna Bohoy

From an article written & illustrated for the Massachusetts Specialty Food Newsletter. 

Pastel, 5x7, $75.

Little Farmer, pastel, Bohoy

ROAD TRIP- paintings from upstate NY

Look what the chickens left.
My college friend's baby gathers the eggs.
Farmer in the dell; little Nell.
Fitted with overalls, bandana, and basket.
Now she's grown.
Too cute to forget.

Pastel, 5 x 7, SOLD

Drink to Ireland

A toast to to Ireland.
Take your choice:
A spot-o-tea in a china cup 
or a chug of brew in a frosty mug.
Beannachtam na Femle Pradig 
(Happy St. Patrick's Day).

"Spot O Tea" , 5x7, watercolor, $125.

 "Oktoberfest", 5x7 watercolor, $90.

Cranberry Harvest

8x10 pastel, SOLD Masssachusetts

Summer pit stop

Hot day.
Cool spot.
Sun streaks the shade
and pops the color.
Ice cream chills the body 
but also cheers the soul.
DownRiver.

Pastel, 10 x 8, $150.

Cranberry Bog view

Cranberry Bog [strip]
Pastel, 30 x 10 fine art print
[SOLD- NJ]