"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." - Luciano de Crescenzo, Italian writer, actor, director
Angel Sistersby Joan Terrell
An original palette knife acrylic painting on cradled wood panel
measuring 12" x 12" x 3/4"deep (sides painted black) ($150)
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painting from Sunshine Village Gallery, Watkinsville, Georgia Click here to see more of my paintings Click here to visit me on Facebook
What is inspiration? Some say it is the whispers of angels.
This leaf gently floated down to my feet the other day.
To me, it looked like angel wings. Two angels standing so close together that they were only showing one wing each. See them? Blended as one by love.
I have two wonderful, loving sisters and to me they are angels. They have each taken a turn in this life standing close to help me fly.
Merry Christmas and keep your eyes and ears tuned to the angels all around you. They're usually disguised as someone you know.
About the painting:
All coppery and iridescent, when seen from different viewpoints, the colors in this painting playfully shift and play hide and seek. After all, that's how angels are when you catch them out of the corner of your eye.
Here are some closeups to show the rich texture, but alas, the copper and iridescent effects can only be experienced in person.
Would you please ask Noah to swing by here on his way to Stone Mountain? We have had 10 straight days of rain in the Atlanta area. The forecast? More of the same on the way. This morning's fog settled in and most of us are now using a compass to locate the interstate. During times like this, there's nothing better than to have a hot mug of comfort, dust off a book and settle in.
I thought it would be fun to mask off a border after the fauve-colorful underpainting and play with brights and muteds. I brought a piece of fabric from my living room into the studio and pinned paint chips to it to develop a muted palette.
Usually, I love light and bright, but lately, for some reason gray has been on my mind (h-mmm, I wonder why?). I'm happy with the playfulness of the border and its interplay reminds me that no matter what, the sun is still shining behind those clouds.
Here's another closeup and it looks like the leaves are having fun peeking in and out and intertwining with the borders and the painting.
The painting was finished by using only palette knives, which gave it a boho-chic with impasto sort of look. Just what I wanted, a sort of "here, but not here" ethereal feeling.
Here are photos of Settled In around the house (also called in situ, or in its place). Using those muted colors helps it blend in anywhere.
Well, got to put the water wings on the dog now and walk her. I'll tell Noah you said "hi"!
Thank you for visiting and until next time, keep painting!
I've always loved September Song. It has a sort of longing melancholy about it that I feel around my Labor Day birthday. That time of year when people head out their doors in jackets and return home peeled to their undershirts late day.
This one was painted outside near Burton Lake. Hot, cold, near, far, birthdays, transitions..."and these few precious days, I'll spend with you, these precious days, I'll spend with you." (September Song)
State route 119 near Athens, Georgia meanders for about 82 miles into South Carolina, but around here, it's just known as Nowhere Road.
Now, sometimes when I'm riding around in the country, I feel as if I'm in the middle of nowhere, but I always seem to find my way home.
The Appalachian mountains are close by and sometimes I just head for the hills with no particular destination in mind. A recent wander took me by the scene depicted in Road to Nowhere. Seems like the same colors that show themselves in fall give us a sneak preview in spring.
Of course, if you divide the word nowhere, you end up now here, which is a pretty good place to be, and although you may be tempted to follow that yellow brick road, remember... it's only pollen.