Sunday, February 12, 2017
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Dottie
9”x 14”
acrylic on hardboard
This
is Zora in the last of the black and white dotted dress paintings. I finally really do have this one out of my
system. I was attracted to the light on
the surface of the dress. I love the way
the light falling across her arms and hands create the visual effect of gloves.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Sunday, January 22, 2017
After SundayService
11”x 14”
acrylic on hardboard
This
is a painting about what happens after Sunday service is over and members are released. Upon exiting the church doors, they spend
another twenty to thirty minutes talking, joking, and laughing with one another
outside. My father reveled in it, and
still does. On the other hand, my siblings
and myself were always ready to go. We
would sit in the car wondering when we would actually leave, while my parents
butterflied threw the crowd of members exchanging niceties. In all fairness, we
were Southern Baptist, which meant we had already sat in church for at least
four hours straight that morning.
Patience is not part of the teenage condition.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
The Haircut
11”x 14”
acrylic on hardboard
My
son hates getting his hair cut. Even to
this day I have to trick him into the car, usually mentioning someplace he
wants to go, leaving out where our first stop would be (to get a haircut). He refers to it as, “The dreaded left.” This
is because we turn left into the parking lot.
The only thing he hates more is going to my father’s barber. This is in a traditional barber shop in an
older part of town. This barber has cut
three generations of my families hair.
You won’t find a television blasting sports news there, and instead of
waiting minutes, its usually an hour or longer to get the full barber
experience. This is a painting of my
son’s first traditional barbershop experience.
Years later, his expression is still the same. Maybe one day I’ll paint his younger
brother’s first time there, he cried the entire time his hair was being
cut.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
"A New Year"
11”x 14”
acrylic on hardboard
This
is a painting of the year we brought in the new year with fireworks. I completed this painting on this New Years
night. I found this appropriate because
it is a painting of a New Year from about five years ago. I hadn’t realized it until I finished. Maybe it was my subconscious in control of my
actions. That year we were visiting an
old friend from high school. Our visit
ended with fireworks. This was great
because, I hadn’t played with fireworks since I was a kid. We’ve always lived in the city limits so, our
kids had never really played with fireworks, so it was really a treat for
them. I thought about painting shoes on
the little girl, I mean only a kid would wear flip flops with a sweater right? 

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