Waiting For Spring

In Wisconsin the weather changes daily. This week is a good example. It was 60 degrees on Wednesday and on Thursday we got over an inch of snow. Crazy right? People were wearing shorts and flip flops then expected to put their winter parkas back on. I’ve notice that for some, once the shorts come out they don’t go back in the drawer. If it is at least 40 degrees it’s time for shorts until Thanksgiving!!!

Not me. I’ve always been more cold blooded. I recall it snowing on my birthday which is in the middle of May. That was kind of a bummer. The unpredictability of weather here does get frustrating at times, but you get use to it. Let me point out that “getting use to it” does not apply to driving in it. Every first snowfall people still forget how to drive. Let me just say this…”we do not use our cruise control when it is snowing – never!” I know some won’t remember.

Anyway I had to stop thinking snow and start thinking spring. My absolute favorite time of year. So these adorable baby ducks caught my eye. I told myself they will be my next painting. The original photo was taken by #stillwaterranchmontana a company I follow on Instagram. They gave me permission to paint from their photos. ❤️❤️❤️

These baby ducks are a cross between Kahki Campbell and Blue Swedish. All I know is they are adorable with the cutest web feet that are black with orange tinted flesh between the toes. ❤️

So spring is coming I’m sure of it even though right now it is snowing. 😎

“Waiting for Spring“
12x12x1.5 acrylic – $100

Coming of Age

The terms bar mitzvah and bat mitzvah “bar” is used for a boy, while “bat” is used for a girl. It is the coming of age for 13 year old boys and girls. I’ve been to a bat mitzvah, a niece of my daughter in-law. I so enjoyed the readings, rituals and overall. ceremony. The food afterwards was pretty awesome too. So why am I talking about this coming of age event? It’s why I was asked to do this commission.

This commission felt like “meant to be” kind of thing. So one day a few months back I had stopped at a medical supply store. Not my favorite type of store, but while I was there a woman came up to me asking about my shoes. You see I was wearing my painted Sylvester and Tweety bird canvas shoes. She noticed. She asked who painted them. Me!!!! I tell her, I painted them. She said she just thought of a painting idea but didn’t know any artists to ask. Then here I am working into her office.

She explains that her son loves basketball, loves Space Jam and this June he will have his bar mitzvah. They are throwing a party and she wanted something special. I get special.

She describes a 4’x3’ clear plastic panel that she wanted painted. She has a huge light box to put this panel in. She wanted the Space Jam logo in the center and instead of Labron James she wanted her son Henry. On party day, guests will autograph the panel with well wishes. I have never painted on a big piece of plastic before, but I love a challenge. I did some searching on the internet and putting acrylic paint on plastic is a common thing.

Like any new endeavor it turned out more challenging then I expected. It takes several coats of paint before it looks right. The more I painted on it the more I loved it. At the end I was excited to see what Henry thought, what his patents thought of what I did. I felt joy at the end of this project.

That’s why I paint. It’s for the rush. It’s for that feeling I get when I put my heart into a painting. I feel all warm inside and I’m smiling. 😎

Henry
The light box sitting in my basement.

Forever a Girl

So I’m at my favorite resale shop where everyone who works there is female and 70+. I can always hear them talking and laughing behind the wall. However today I was laughing right along with them even though they couldn’t see me.

Apparently one of the women has a new gentleman friend. One of the ladies said to her:

“Did you give him coffee this morning?”

She said “it isn’t like that he didn’t spend the night.”

“So are you saying you didn’t give him coffee?”

She said “he did not spend the night, it isn’t like that.”

“So you two don’t even hug?”

She said “ well yes we have hugged, but not that other stuff.”

They all started cracking up and laughing. I was thinking that no matter how old we get we still are girls at heart. We will always be laughing with each other and talking about boys. I loved it.