Butterflies are Everywhere

Found these butterfly photos and decided to paint them. Not sure what was harder the butterfly or the background. Whenever I sit and start to paint it makes me lean in and look closer; makes me slow down and see the details. I appreciate the colors and the delicacy of the butterflies wings. A true work of God. Don’t you agree?

Sometimes it’s a struggle to find beauty and kindness in the world. During the pandemic true friends and loving family members that cared rose to the top. Phone calls and zooms meant so much. They could be brief or long; sad or silly. It didn’t really matter what we talked about. What mattered was that we reached out and someone else reached back.

What I’ve learned this past 15 months is to let some people go. I don’t hold any animosity or regrets. I now have more of a desire to spend my time with people who have made time for me. No more feeling like I have to, but doing more because I want to.

The crazy thing is that the people I haven’t heard from or rarely heard from will not even notice my silence. I didn’t stop loving or wishing them a good day or a good week. I am merely “matching” their effort for connection without any guilt on my part. I have had to ask myself am I the only one who seems to care? Do they wait to hear my response to “how are you”? Am I an obligation phone call? Covid made everything slow down. Made me do more self reflection. We all know our days are numbered. I don’t know how long my body will continue to work with me. I don’t know when my body will one day just stop working. That unknown makes me pause. I would rather look at beauty then think about pain and disappointment. Maybe this is what happens as we get older. We are less inclined to put up with the nonsense from others. We are more determined to live by our own valves, or maybe it is just me that is more determined.

So here’s to the butterflies quietly flying around us unaware of their own beauty. Sit back and enjoy the wonder.

Mother Nature’s Beauty
8”x10” acrylic
“A Day in the Garden”
8”x10” acrylic
“Two Friends Dining”
8”x10” acrylic
“Beautiful Alone”
8”x10” acrylic


Art During Covid

So I’m looking around my art studio (aka basement) and I see all this art. What I see is art that is ok, but not awesome. How can I make my art better? I decided to do some revamping. Revamping has been fun. I’m still working on additional pieces to change. Stay tuned.

This piece has a new home at my cousin’s house.
This highlander has a new home at my friend’s house.
This 5”x7” acrylic has been revamped and looking for a new home for $15

Done!!!

I grew up partly on a farm. I didn’t see the kind of cows I just painted but to a little kid the cows in the barn were enormous. My parents didn’t own the farm. The family farm was owned by my dad’s older brothers. His family owned two farms; at one point dad worked for them too.

Dad was a hired man. Life as the hired man included a salary, housing and a certain percentage of beef. It was a simple but difficult life. Dad worked hard. It wasn’t the work that did him in but the chemicals he handled. Dad had to leave the farm; his health would no longer let him do what he loved.

Years later while on family road trips my dad would always point out how well the crops looked to be doing. He would comment on how big a particular farmers herd was or how successful a farmer was based on the number of silos.

I always say there is no such thing as a lazy farmer. If you see a lazy farmer he or she won’t be a farmer for long.

“Texas Steers Don’t Play”. 18”x28” acrylic on canvas