Several years ago I painted this piece. When I finished it I laughed out loud.
This drowsy gal wakes from a sun induced nap to find her children are gone. Where in the heck are they? My solution to the mystery is what really made me laugh. Sound effect: evil cackle. We all need a little laugh now and then. Do you know where they are?
If you follow my Facebook page at Beth Rommel Studio you are well aware that I have welcomed spring with several new paintings.
I am thoroughly enjoying using latex paint, acrylics, pastels and charcoal for my new creations. These are large canvases that can add “oomph” to any room.
Good dog Joe and his person get their morning walk before a busy day. The brush strokes remind me of Bargello needlework. The strokes runs in a zig zag pattern as do Bargello stitches. Wild flowers including my dear Texas bluebonnets grow on the path where Joe gets his daily constitutional.
Joe takes himself for a walk in the wooded park area. This technique of light over dark paint has created the luminous quality of pastels. I have enhanced that even more by using pastels and charcoal throughout.
I began developing this technique with still life paintings.
I now have a page on the Xanadu Gallery website in Scottsdale, Arizona. The new March catalog is now on-line and in print. My work can be see on page 14. Some of you have expressed your joy in the Big Cat painting. I chose to share it in this issue.
My dear friends have sent me lovely bouquets of flowers since my mother’s passing in mid-March. Their love arrived in long boxes filled with buds of promise. I trimmed their stems as my mother taught me. Put them in a vase of water with the magic powder to prolong their blooming lives. It was a tender time. The hopeful colors sat tight and patient. Time passed and they opened with optimism to share their beauty and to be the best they could be. So like all of us.
How could I thank my friends for the loving feelings they sent and to tell them how much they meant to me? I created a small painting for each of them.
The outpouring of support and love has touched me. The cards which sit by my placemat and napkin at the kitchen counter are a stack of love and hugs from miles away.