#37/365 Paintings
Does it start young? Or is it just universal? As organic as a puppy to a willing lap or a rabbit to anything carrot? Love seems to have it’s own force and character. I like it. I’ll keep it around and invite it to remember young moments like this.
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Project notes: Do you think I might be enjoying this month’s theme a bit? Oh yeah! I’m all over it. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s painting. The paintings are habituating to 20-30 minutes again. Yay!
#34/365 Paintings
I had a big love for my grandmother. Most remember her for her pot roast and grumpy disposition. I remember her for her sewing, rose garden and Martin Luther King speech that she played on her record player (a lot). It’s true she was a moody old woman. But I found her fascinating. Her messy kitchen—the scraps of yellow printed cotton, red rayon, blue corduroy all over the floor. She sewed my cousin and I our summer dresses and smoked cigarettes non stop—an indelible imprint of her character. I didn’t mind how out of fashion the dresses were. My cousin and I had our very own grumpy grandmother who loved us enough to make us cool summer dresses with her own hands.
#33/365 Paintings
There’s something about kissing in an old, tiny, uncomfortable VW bug. I’ve had a lot of experiences but this isn’t one of them. I relate more to the hoot owl in this painting. The wide eyed wonder. Why are they kissing in the middle of the road? Will the gear shifter go out and roll the bug into the woods? Do they care? Ahhh… but they are a cute couple, even though I didn’t quite get his youthful beard right. I think these two are having a wonderful time, enjoying dusk, their road trip and not knowing the secret curiosity of the owl on the roof.
#32/365 Paintings
Some chickens lay eggs, others pose for high fashion. These two characters have many reasons to wear fancy sweaters in the winter.
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Acknowledgements: Thank you Tamara Greenleaf for the photo you posted of these hilarious chickens.