This blog began as a daily painting blog but as life changes, so does a blog. It has become a journal of a writer who paints and enthusiastically works outdoors to maintain fitness.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

May 11

Exciting news from a fellow artist: I encouraged David Rickert to apply for an art commission at the University of Minnesota Morris. He put together a good application and was awarded the project. Check out his work at http://www.davidrickertart.com/

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

May 5

When I started this challenge the first of the year, I wasn't working a 30 hour per week job in addition to all of the other hats I wore. Nonetheless, I managed to keep up the daily painting schedule until I missed a day last week because of illness. With the rhythm broken and adding another job to my schedule this month (managing a blog for Minnesota Public Radio) I have to acknowledge that I can't do everything and something's gotta give. It's going to be the daily painting. I can't continue to work from dawn to dusk. I'll paint when I can and continue to upload images when I have something to share.

Thanks for checking in.

Nancy

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

May 4 Electric Candle

Time for a little B & W.

8" x 10"

Monday, May 3, 2010

May 3 Downes' House

Another whimsical rendition of an area home. The owners, good friends, actually like dandelions.

8" x 10 "

Sunday, May 2, 2010

May 2 Belt

 Yesterday. A man looked at the sign then walked away. Skinny brown pants. A skinny brown sport coat. A small woven hat perched atop long thin curly gray hair. A thin short mustache. High heeled snakeskin boots. A brawny red jeep. A wood carver with character goin'on. Somehow incongruous.

Blue jeans. A plaid insulated shirt. Large hat. Handlebar mustache. A belt with a big buckle.

11"x14"  $1220

Saturday, May 1, 2010

May 1 Galoshes


It was a rainy May 1 and now, just as the sun is setting, it's bright enough to cast long shadows in the grass. My galoshes are in the entry. I'd like to think that my puddle jumping days aren't over. Yet a flute of something sparkling, a cozy armchair and a book are more enticing.

This reminds me of a conversation I learned in German class long ago. I probably can't spell it correctly anymore.
Ich can nur meine gumishoe nicht finden.
Darf ich dir helfen? Sind sie feilicht unter dem schtool?
Nein, hier sind sie: hinter die tur.

This is the closest I've ever come to using words about losing my galoshes.

5" x 7"  $1210