Christmas trees, row after row. Big ones, small ones, skinny ones, fat ones. Blue ones, green ones- pine or fir. Named Spruce, Scotch, Balsam, Douglas, Fraser, Norway and Noble. Which one will stand at attention, swathed in lights, on that certain starry night?
A quiet street. Not a soul around. But the leaves put on a show anyway. Like acrobats they glide thru the air, flying with the greatest of ease. Like dancers they pirouette, turning, and whirling. Done- they nosedive, nudged by the wind. And like trained pilots, land with precision, on a runway of pillows- red, orange, yellow and green.
Simplicity. A sepia scene. But 2010. At an inn in a barn breakfast was served. Egg crates, egg white bucket. Not an egg in sight. But I could taste 'em. They were farm fresh. [Bethel, New York, on a trip to Woodstock] Pastel, 8x10, $150.
Well, it's over. Summer. How can that be? Still warm. Flowers still. Shells on a pillow. Bees are buzzing. But Labor Day said, "It's over." Pastel, 5x7, $125.
What can we to do on this fine summer day? Ride to the local farm for cider donuts & cup 'a Joe. On the way- framed by sunglasses- a Monet painting. Not as impressionistic- but impressionable. Haystacks floating like fat cows resting on a sea of green.
Road to Russell Farms, Ipswich, MA. Pastel, 8x10, $150.
The Blues.
Blue shutters opening
to the blue sea.
Bluebells tumbling
from window box gardens.
Ubiquitous blue, blue hydrangeas.
Must be the summertime blues. SOLD Pennsylvania
June. Enshrouds us with humid days and balmy nights. Breezes swirl curtains to cool. Nets protect from bites. Blushing brides hide their beauty and innocence.
Pastel, 5.5 x 7.5, $150. [bride portraits available]
I'm waxing. Back to 20 something. I 'd drive to Newport for the day. Lie in the sand Under a beach rose. Tan every inch. Gaze at yachts, sailboats, mansions, and be mesmerized by the aura of a life I could not fathom. Intriguing.
Am feeling under the weather so I'm reposting an older painting that fits the season: Wood. Sunlit curtains. Rustic pleasures: 2 chairs, a table, a bed. That's all you need on an escape up-country.
Pastel, 6" x 9" Hand embellished gicleé print in frame,$100. Without frame, $75. [Original in artist's collection]
It gets me every time. At our beach they gather. To honor soldiers, loved ones... ordinary people. Guards salute. A cannon is fired. The wreath is cast into the sea. It floats away. Far away. A lump in my throat. Sand in my eye. It gets me every time.
Travel Memories: Positano, Italy Lemons, roses, olives perfume Mediterranean air. Pale houses cling on the rocks like shells. Le Sirenuse islands- one a hideaway for ballet great Nureyev- are in sight.Capri lures in the distance. My ancestors left their home not far from this postcard coast at the turn of the century. How could they leave? "Times were hard- no food to eat- no money to live," said my Aunt Theresa. Now its beauty puts food on the table. Now- we are here- and they are there. But it's still my campagnia. Pastel, 8x10 [SOLD original Georgia, Large Print-Georgia]
A walk in the park. Teeming with people. One person sitting Buddha-like. Under the cherry tree. Contemplating. Meditating. Just thinking. Separating from the environment. Becoming the environment.
In 1877 they appeared. The Swan Boats of Boston. 133 years later, they still glide on the water in Spring. How many traditions last that long these days?
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