Thursday, January 4, 2018
A client sent me this photo to paint as a gift to her daughter. She said " I know the little one is scratching his bum but we think this is so cute!" I had a hard time not calling it the " Red Solo Cup" - because the older brother is sipping his breakfast juice from a red Solo cup and enjoying the scenery. It was fun to paint- little boys with jammies on and little squirrels hopping around on there little back sides. The client texted me after Christmas and said " My daughter loved her painting!"
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
When the mother of these children sent me this photo and asked me to paint it as a portrait I was absolutely tickled pink. Pink as this baby's cheeks. The photo had a really big white glare spot on the top of the boys head from the camera flash and it was a bit faded. I absolutely love painting children, and rarely does someone send me an old photo that has a baby and child who both have a pleasant expression. - plus the lighting - oh I could go on. Fast forward to " They grow up way too fast" his little boy is 18 now and his little sister is half his age so she is about 9.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
This is painting I worked on recently to study Rembrandt's style. Rembrandt painted The Night Watch in 1642 and it is known as one of his most famous paintings. It is also been recognized as one of Rembrandt’s most debatable and controversial works of art. -
Friday, April 8, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
We arrived in Belize and took what I call an egg beater airplane over to the Island. I was not comfortable on that small plane, it did not help that one of the 15 passengers on the plane was a man who talked loudly and with great knowledge about the likely chance we would all die. The Island was beautiful and the water was clear and an exotic green. There were pineapples and coconuts all ready for picking. It was just like the brochures depicted, except when when you walked behind the resort. It was then I discovered it was more like a set from a Western Movie made in the 50's... things were propped up and painted up front, and in shambles when you walked around the corner.
We stayed in one of the best resorts there and decided not to complain about the fact that there was no hot water after we mentioned it one time and realized the maid did not speak English. Then the power kept cutting off, sometimes for hours. We watched the news and discover it was not the approaching Typhoon that caused the power to go off, it was that the Island had not paid their part of the power bill. Belize was mad at that little island. That was okay. The Island was stunning and charming. The little village behind the resort had some nice little vendors and we were amazed to discover there were no flies. None. You could eat outside and never see one. I asked the locals why there were no flies and they said... ( okay, this is the truth- I kid you not) ....that the flies would be in on Thursday.
My husband and son gleefully charted their scuba course and took off on the boat early the first morning while the clouds gathered over the horizon and the news reports mentioned that hurricane/tropical storm Arthur was heading for shore. They managed to get in two days of Scuba before the resort took on the look of Gilligan's Island. We listened to the wind whistle and battened down the hatches.
The next day was Thursday. The flies were everywhere. I found out later that they come the first rain. Talk about timing. I felt like that deserved a paragraph all of its own.
After Arthur came through the news report said that Alma was heading towards the Island. We had experienced 4 days by then with flickering lights, cold showers, and pelting rain, although some how the guys had gotten two beautiful scuba days. Both days I wandered the island during the day and in the afternoon I stood on the dock, the one in my painting and watched the afternoon storms roll in wondering if they would make it back to land. Apparently it does not seem so bad under the water as on the shore.
When Arthur finished ripping every coconut and banana off of the trees on the Grand Cayman Islands I heard about Alma and I decided not to hang around to meet her. I was concerned that for Act Number Three Arthur and Alma would spawn a little demon storm named Alvin. We called our airlines and cut the trip short. I got back on the little egg beater plane with the winds whipping up and the pelting rain and I was not afraid, I was heading home.
I will refrain from telling you the details of our flight home. Suffice it to know it was a rough plane trip and the lady beside me had to use the little bitty bag. I considered it now part of my new personality to be courageous and endure hardship and came close to kissing the Texas tarmac when we arrived to change planes and head back to NC. That tarmac was hot and nasty but really yeah, I was ready to bow down to the earth and French kiss it.
I got my stitches removed the following week.
So enjoy the painting. I will not go back for more photos.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
I was out at the Wake Forest Historical Museum enjoying Plein-Air painting "The Old Well" landmark one summer morning when Allen came by walking his dog Frankie. Apparently this is their neighborhood and hang out, and the go to place to walk on beautiful days. It seemed natural to add them into the painting I was working on and I appreciate Allen letting me take some photo references to use as well. I tried to capture the peacefulness and sunlight as well as the relationship between Allen and Frankie. It was also nice to be able to put them in the surroundings that they are both familiar with. I decided to call this painting "It's a Dog's Day" because of the relationship between the man and his dog. Clearly when this dog is around ... the day belongs to him!
Friday, July 17, 2015
Pleinair Painting of a Man Fishing
Today I went out to enjoy the fresh air and friends. It is very hot outside right now and everyone wants to leave after a few hours except me. I could stay all day. This man was kind enough to stand relatively still for us. I think we made him kind of nervous after he figured out that we were painting him. But he was a good sport about it.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
A Catholic School wanted me to paint St Lucia for a festival they are having. They sent me the picture and I called back. "Do I have to paint the eyes in the bowl?" Yes, they said, " St Lucia was was an innocent girl killed for her faith and her eyes were poked out, so that was her "offering, or sacrifice." At first I was a little creeped out, but then I thought of all the places in the world- today- where Christians - young children- are being killed, maimed, & held in prisons for their faith. Although this young women lived many years ago in today's modern world there are other ways in which people sacrifice their life for the life of another, Police Officers, Moms and Dads, Firemen, the Military. Scripture says " Greater love has no man than this- that he would lay down His life for His "friends." God intends for us to love others before ourselves. We are called to love those who are different from us, to love those who do not believe what we believe, to be merciful and kind. God is love.
This is painted on 1/4 inch wood and cut out, the back is painted gold and I created a prop for it in the back so it could be set on a table with poinsettias around it
I decided to show 2 photos because the one with the white back ground ( which is from where I sat the painting in my white shadow box ) does not show that it is a wood cut out. I included of the photo of the painting on the easel so you could see that it is not on a canvas.
Monday, November 10, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Sunday, August 31, 2014
This by far took the longest of any painting I have done.
It was like a puzzle, every day I put it together piece by piece.
I was afraid to do the Chinese lettering because I know how easy it Is to make a mistake and then who knows what you just wrote in Chinese? My fear is grounded on reality. Many years ago we had some Spanish
speaking employees for our business I had a little hand book on learning Spanish and was trying
to learn a phrase or two. They put up with me . I could say "¿Dónde está Philluip ? ( Where is Phillip?) and they
would point me in the right direction. Then one morning I was on my way to work and I hit a cat that ran in front of my car. and I wanted to tell them.
I thought I remembered what the word" dead" sounded like,
and everybody knows cat is gato so I went into work and said " El gato es una mierda." Then I made little hand motions
and charade signals to relay the story of the cat.
They nodded solemnly. I figured they were feeling pretty bad for that cat. Later that week I was with a group of friends one of whom could speak fluent Spanish, so I told him what I said to the workers about the cat. He laughed until he cried. I was puzzled-" What?"I asked," What?" He said between gasp of breath.. "Tammy, you were so close,but you said "the cat is shit."
If you wanted to say the cat is dead you should have said...El gato está muerto. El gato está muerto - El gato es una mierda." .... it sounded the same to me. And so it is true, close doesn't countexcept in horseshoes and hand grenades.
Monday, August 25, 2014
The women who commissioned this painting said she did not want art that came from a store or off a shelf. She wanted to be a part of the design and wanted an original painting in her living room by a real artist she knew-( me!) She gave some serious thought to what she wanted to say and the feeling she wanted to convey . When I finally met with her and she told me she wanted to talk about a trilogy of the Twenty Third Psalms I was really excited. These paintings are each 18 x 24 inches and I put the brown border on them to show how they would look when they were framed. One of the things she loves are poppies and so we did some research and found out that poppies do grow in the Holy Land so I put them at the foot of the mountain in the final painting of the sheep being rescued. I read a book on shepherds and his care of sheep before I began and we discovered that there are blue flowers that can make the sheep sick so I used little blue flowers in the painting where Jesus is looking for the lost sheep. We decided to go with a sky that was yellow and looked moody. It was early morning when I delivered them and she was very happy with the results of all our collaboration. Her husband was sitting in the living room drinking his coffee and in front of him was the blank wall that would soon give him a peaceful scene to enjoy ...
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Thursday, December 19, 2013
This was a gift I did for my mom and it made her very happy today. Her father died when she was a teenager and she was the apple of his eye. She told me stories of how protective the two dogs Queen and Belle were when she was growing up. My mother is very stoic - up til today I rarely have seen her get emotional. She kept saying it was like he was in the room with her. Then I realized, all these years all she had was a few small black and white grainy, faded photos of him. Seeing him in color on a 18 x 24 inch canvas brought him back to her. I never realized how powerful it could be to put color into her world in this way. Over and over she called me the next dew months telling how he greeted her each morning and how much it changed her to have him in the room with her. She felt at home for the first time in a long time... in a home she had lived in for over 30 years.