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Showing posts with label home place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home place. Show all posts

Saturday, October 30, 2021

Oklahoma Homestead

"Oklahoma Homestead," 16" x 20" acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas

The "home place." "Homestead."

Words that take on more meaning that just "home." They speak of memories, generations, families, hard work, history, roots in the land, landscapes, rural living. And certainly of life in Territorial Oklahoma.

Those were some of my thoughts as I undertook this painting, the largest I've done in a long while, and certainly the largest in acrylics. 

Again, it is a work in complementary colors, blues and yellows, oranges and purples. You will notice that in all my recent work. I don't know why, except it just seems natural. There is also a healthy dose of earth colors--umbers, siennas, and oxides, which is fitting given the subject of homestead.

Soon to be exhibited, beginning in Paseo Arts District's First Friday, November 5, art walk in my November show at In Your Eye Studio & Gallery.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The Home Place

"Sunset at the Home Place," 5 x 7 watercolor greeting card
Security. That's what we all seem to want most these days of the viruses of pandemic, racism and political chaos.
All are "spiking" again, in spite of the pronouncements of self-serving politicians living in denial...here in Oklahoma, certainly in Texas and Florida. One seems to fuel the others.
And most folks are caught in between, trying to live their lives safely, sanely, with the common sense so absent in angry extremists whose mothers apparently never taught them manners.
Remember the home place of childhood, no matter where? It wasn't perfect, but if you were little, it would be warm and welcoming...at least that's the way we fondly remember it.
Isn't that what is important? To remember the goodness, the decency in these indecent times? Thus today's watercolor.