I wanted to so something different. So I though I’d paint this close-up photo of a dandelion, which I took last summer.
And then I decided to add geckos.
With Viking helmets.
When I was about 13, my grandma was in the hospital for a few weeks. When she left, she bought her grand kids gifts at the hospital gift shop (because that’s what Grandmas do).
I got this plastic cardinal with the plastic eyes glued on crooked. It’s cheap, and actually kinda ugly, if you think about it.
But I’ve kept it all these years, because Grandma bought it for me.
Every year, when we’d decorate the tree, I’d take it out. And every year my Dad would roll his eyes, and tell me to get rid of that piece of junk.
And every year, I’d still insist on putting it in the tree and his blood pressure would go up.
Dad and Grandma are gone now.
But 35 years later, I’m still putting up the cardinal.
Silver Pine Cone
It’s nothing much to look at. A pine cone spray-painted silver, with a nail in it so you can hang it on the three with a thread.
I got it a few years ago. Friar’s Mom said my grandpa made this. She remembers it from when she was a little girl, before she went to school.
Which would date this around 1944-45.
And that’s what I think is pretty cool.
This would be going back to the early 70’s, when I was 6 or 7. My grandfather gave me, my brother and my sister one of these birds for the Christmas tree. They had real feathers on them, and we’d throw them to make them fly. I though these were the coolest decorations ever.
We’d also have a contest, to see who’s bird would end up highest on the tree. We’d go tippy-toes on chairs and push them as high as they could go.
Someone would always be messing with the other person’s bird, putting theirs higher and and re-locating the other siblings’ bird lower in the down. It was mostly my brother and myself that would do this…and this pissing contest would go on for days, if not weeks.
I think we did this well into our 20’s.
This was Lake Ontario last month, near Sandbanks.
It was a really miserable day. There were 5-6 foot waves crashing on shore. I can only imagine what it must have been like out in the middle of the lake.
Thought I’d paint this and use depressing dark colors to capture the mood.
But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. The more I tried to mix dark grey, the more I wanted color. So I deliberately added some warm yellows to back-light the sky.
Artistic license, I guess.
It’s a different painting from the photo. Not necessarily better or worse.
But just different.
But I still managed to find some nice pockets of color.
No colors in this last one, but it was a gorgeous October day, and warm enough to paddle in shorts until sunset .
Sometimes when I take a photo, I know it’s going to be a painting. I just don’t know when I’ll get around to actually painting it.
It can be days. Or years.
I took this one a year ago.
I started painting it last May.
And then put it away, and started it again.
And then put it away and started it again.
And then it was summer, and fishing started,. So even though it was 95% done, I put it away again for 4 months.
Now, it’s FINALLY finished.
And I am DONE with it.
(Phew! This was painful).