Thursday, April 15, 2010

"Blue Caboose"

5"x7"
acrylic on hardboard
I married into a family that loves their trains, most of the males in the family have their own train board. Ours happens to be taking up half of our garage. Our kids love going out and running the layout that they created with their dad, but he tends to avoid his creation (did I mention the garage was not heated or air conditioned?) Usually several times a year they manage to pump up their dad long enough to add another few buildings or train engines, usual just before his dad comes to visit so he can show off what he's done. My daughter loves to take the miniature cows and horses from the fields her dad has strategically placed. I can't help but laugh every time he finds them discarded somewhere in the house. Long story short, trains are a passion for the men in my family. I have just discovered that my own father has a special place in his heart for them as well. His father worked on one which should have been no surprise to me considering he lived in a town that had a train stop or depot or whatever technical term it was called. He shares a story of he and his brother as young boys traveling from their home in central Texas to Houston to visit relatives. Because my great grandfather worked for the railroad they traveled free and were always well looked after "We felt like royalty" he commented.
After a relatives funeral in Illinois we happened upon a train museum of sorts, nothing formal just several trains that had seen better days sitting out for whomever wanted to admire them, of course we had to admire them up close. After I finished this painting. My husband proudly asked if I knew what the B&O stood for on the side of the train. Of course I didn't I was just impressed with my little painting. "Baltimore and Ohio" he proudly announced to me. So now you know too just in case you were wondering.
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

"New York City Cathedral"

8"x10"
acrylic on hardboard
Actually this is Saint Patricks Cathedral. I was working with an image I photographed over ten years ago. I loved the grandness of the architecture. It's like a fiesta for the eyes. What the structure lacks in color it makes up for in architecture elements.
I really worked hard to make this feel not so much like a paint by number but the more I painted the more I saw to paint until finally I stopped myself before it became too static.
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

"The Walk Home"

8"x10"
acrylic on hardboard

I enjoy the perspective of this painting. The diagonal lines in the street do an amazing job leading the viewer across the the painting. I struggled over introducing more color in the painting but in the end I thought it would distract from the bleak cold winter scene.

Growing up in Texas I wasn't accustomed to snow, so I was surprised to find out that snow was only white when it first fell and hadn't been trampled on by commuters. I was also shocked to discover that it didn't have to be freezing or under blizzard like conditions in order to have a good snow fall. When I lived up north the one thing I grew to have was an appreciation of spring. Winters were so grey and cold that the first blossoms to appear on trees were celebrated.