Spending a few weeks in Norway to help my dear friend celebrate her 50th. Here we are in Numedal, and if you want pastoral, this is the place. Wildflowers, meadows, forests, cows. Also mosquitoes.
There is something comforting about this tree. I listened to Michelle Obama's "Becoming" while painting it, which seemed about right.
My colleague turned "The Phantom Tollbooth" into a play suitable for our eight 1st - 6th grade students. I got a bunch of cardboard and canvas and put the kids to painting sets and props. We were trying for a sort of early 1900's nursery tale book look. The kid who played Milo is in 3rd grade and did a fantastic job.
We put on two plays a year, an all-encompassing process i highly recommend.
When Mom was a refugee in Bavaria after WWII, she got a job painting peasant motifs on traditional ceramics. I have some of those jugs, filled with history and in this case, spring flowers.
Another one of those Thursday evening paintings, on unprimed pressboard. I see that the poppies open up during the day, but they were closed in the evening when I did the painting. If you ever want to brighten up a meadow, plant these things! I transplanted one of them about 15 years ago, and now they've spread over about three acres, here and there. The other plant that does this is oregano. Everything else needs to be irrigated or coddled in some way, but not these! The yellow plants in the painting are leopard's bane, another trouble-free flower.
My friend and I spent Thursday evenings painting or drawing on my front porch. I normally work from photos, which don't wriggle around, but sometimes it's fun to see what happens in a less controlled environment. I used that brown pressboard, unprimed, because I like the gloomy evening feel that it gives, as it sucks up the paint so thirstily.