November together

"All together now"

sing the Beatles.

November brings us 

together for a feast, family, and friends.

Let's toast.

Watercolor, commission, SOLD

 

September al fresco

 

A break for September–
hot & sunny.
A break from work–
espresso al fresco.

This is fall?

Mixed media, tiny 3.5" x 6.5"
[SOLD 

Spring cleaning begins

The  clocks changed, so start changing, clearing and cleaning. Pastel, 5x7.

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

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.

My quilt

From my exhibit- "Many years; Many faces"  Category: Me

I started this art sometime, many years ago– 

a self portrait

with a quilt covering of things in the world that were part of me; some unwillingly.

The plan was to keep adding to my quilt of life over the years. Recently I discovered it in a drawer –many years later.

So, I added some more things; very aware that there are large gaps of missing time.

To be continued...

“My quilt”  ?-2016, 12.5 x 17, Ink & watercolor, NFS

Summer Wind- hot, hot, hot

"The summer wind, came blowin in - from across the sea

It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me

All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand

Two sweethearts, 
and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin by

The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky

Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you

And I lost you, 
to the summer wind

The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone

And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on

And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end

My fickle friend, 
the summer wind."

1965 song, music by Henry Mayer, lyrics by Johnny Mercer

Pastel, 5 x 7, $125. [discount price $100.-contact me]

Cheerios, watercolor, Bohoy

After celebrations-

Everyone's gone.

Just remnants of little one's remain.

 The ubiquitous Cheerios.

Watercolor, 5 x 7

$75.

Guest room, watercolor, Bohoy

Red linens.
Fluffy pillows.
Roses in vases.
Hanging greens.
Cat in position.
Christmas company's coming!

Watercolor, 8x10, $185.

Sunday Morning Newspaper, Boston Globe, pastel, Bohoy

Sunday.

Coffee.

And something to read on real paper.

SOLD [5x7 print available] 

Farm Fresh- egg crates, pastel

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.

Lonely Summer Porch, pastel

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.

Tribute to Mary Cassatt- High Tea, pastel

Artist Mary Cassatt [1844 –1926] painted women in their daily environment with a special emphasis on mothers and their children.

Put up the pinky.
time for tea.
Tea for two.
or a party of three?
Scones and things.
Real cups- a sip.
A moment of calm
with no dot com.

Pastel, 8x10

Feed the hungry- bowl, watercolor

November.
We think of food.
Thanksgiving.
Time to feed the hungry.
Feed the mind.
Feed the soul.

Watercolor, 5x7, $100.

January Whites

January white sales.
They're over.
It's February.
Wash. Dry. Clean. Organize. Sort. Clear.
Start fresh.

pastel, 5x7, $100.
[scanner could not pick up details and colors in the white. Much better in person]

Making Raviolis

Raviolis.
As kids they were the treat of treats.
When all the tables in the kitchen and dining room were covered with puffy little pockets we knew something special was happening. We worked the forks while Mom and our aunts made them light as a feather; cheesy and delicious.
My sister and I, determined, made them for Christmas. They were little bullets-- but tasted good. We'll keep practicing until we make feathers like Mama mia.

8" x 10" embellished Giclee print, $60.
or original painting, $150.

Travel Memories: Villa Real, Portugal

Travel.

Tired.

Trip into bed.

Trays of bread, butter and coffee wait outside the door in the morning.

Thanks.

Pastel, Original NFS [email for print available]

Vote Today

Today's the day.
Our chance for change.

Pastel, 5x7, $50.

The Cat Thief

Found.
Missing items.
A stash under the bed.
The culprit-
The cat thief.

7.5 x 7.5
Sold

The Porch Protector

Tribute to a Beautiful Earth Series:
Celebrating and Conserving Our Planet

White porch,
White posts,
White table,
White chair,
White cup,
White cat-
the guard.


Pastel, 10x13, $300.

[matted & framed]