Cannot complain about a day spent wandering around this ancient town, then finding this extraordinary doorway. Oh the secrets it could tell! The striking blue, oranges, yellows and whitewashed wall were wonderfully complaint as I painted away. St. Augustine was founded in 1565, and apparently there are a lot of mysteries around town.
It's that time of year when I can't ride. Aside from the cold and snow, I have to have foot surgery so riding is out of the question. I was one of those kids who loved horses from the moment I could breath.
So if I can't ride right now, I'm going to paint them. I've spent a lot of time at Temple Farms in Wadsworth, IL. When Lippizans were almost wiped out in World War II, a herd was moved to the U.S. and this is where they now live, reproduce and perform. The riders are fantastic, the horses breathtaking in their airs-above-the-ground. This is a portrait from a Sunday performance.
A gift for a dear friend, there's something special about the top vistas of the blue ridge. This is an unusually large (for me) work that demanded simplicity and depth.
First I had to learn how to open this delicious fruit (thanks Martha Stewart), then how to set it up for maximum impact. I want to paint more of these - they're so juicy looking, and absolutely delicious after I was ready to quit.