I have a painting included in the 13th Annual Juried Exhibition of the St. Louis Watercolor Society. The show is held at the Creative Art Gallery (3232 Ivanhoe, St. Louis, MO) and will run from Friday, March 30th to April 28th.
I'm looking forward to seeing the other paintings in the exhibit. Check it out if you are in the area.
This painting is based on a performer I saw play tango in Madrid last year. Needless to say, it was a memorable night.
The past two weeks have sent me out to Colorado and New Mexico. The change of pace, starry nights, and wide horizons did me good.
I spent last week visiting my brother in Colorado. He lives in a really neat log cabin tucked away at the base of the Rockies. I slipped away long enough to do a quick watercolor sketch.
The week prior, I had the opportunity to travel to Northern New Mexico to prepare for a trip I will be taking to the area with students in May. Though it was a very busy few days on the move, I did get to paint from my hotel window in Los Alamos one morning. I loved watching the colors of the hillsides change with the rising sun.
I seldom travel without my watercolor set. Even if I don't have time to use it, at least I know I can if the timing is right. I've used this same Winsor & Newton set for seven or eight years now. It folds up to about the size of a half sandwich, so I can easily keep it with me without much thought or hassle.
Spring hasn't quite hit the Rockies or the painted desert like it has here in the Midwest. It felt great to come home to Redbud blossoms, rich green grass, and cheery daffodils.
I love my Grandma Virginia. As an artist herself, she has encouraged my creative pursuits for as long as I can remember. Her love for color and the joy she finds in painting have always inspired me. As I find my own voice as an artist, I am starting to see how similar my inclinations are to hers, which is a lovely thing and comes as no big surprise.
We used to draw and paint together when I was growing up. During a few visits as a kid, she had me dictate stories to her and then we would illustrate them together. I remember one silly one about a bunny who was also a magician!
Every birthday and Christmas, she sent me a favorite book about color theory or watercolor techniques. Some years she'd pick out brushes and sketchbooks that I was probably too young to really appreciate, but I loved feeling like I was learning to draw and paint like my Grandma.
Virginia has gradually been giving me, the artist-granddaughter, her exceptionally rich library of art books. I am beyond grateful for these gifts and love thinking of her as I study each one. She approaches her art with the attitude that there is always more to learn. I know that Sorolla, Hals, Wyeth and all the other new friends on my bookshelf have infinite lessons to teach and I feel totally humbled to have been entrusted with them. Thank you Grandma!