it came naturally to me, except for the hands which I struggled with and even then they turned out strange since they were supposed to be cupped but I guess at least they look like hands.
spring has been slow in arriving here in california, even the strawberries are late and we never miss a week of strawberries.
its the light of spring I miss the most, being able to take nature walks and paint outside, so it has been a life spent mainly indoors of late, always with those English shows in the background.
I have been trying to define what it is I want to paint, but when I begin the paintbrushes tend to do their own thing.
like what resulted with one of my tags. she had started out as a braided indian woman. since april is poetry month and somewhere in april books are celebrated, I decided to make her bookish instead. I love how she turned out, one of my favorites so far.
it is funny how my romantic side comes out sometimes and others my love of whimsy, others my latin roots, yet others my british roots as you can see from "the may queen" below.
these last two paintings are reflective of the things i love: bottles and cups, tables and chairs, dried flowers, windows and of course birds.
inspired by lynne hoppe i have begun a small sketch book to practice in although it has fast become a catch all for pressed flowers and leaves and small clippings i find on my daily walks.
this was the first entry
practicing the hands
as lynne pointed out not too long ago on her blog
TO PAINT IS TO LOVE AGAIN!