While my sister and I were doing around the clock vigils with my mother in the hospital, my sister brought up to the room a local magazine she found in the hospital. In it was an advertisement for an art contest sponsored by the Charleston Artist's Guild--a very old art club. I decided that if I could, I would enter it. It had to be a painting of Magnolia Gardens, and I happen to be working on one before I left Kansas.
I came home and did a larger version of the one I started.
|Magnolia Gardens Bridge|
I decided I could not enter it because, even though no one else touched my canvas, I did work on it during my class at Mark Weber's and did ask for advice. So I painted another one at home from a photo I took while I was home for the summer.
|Summer at Magnolia Gardens|
I got a rejection letter, that made me feel really bad. But not forever.
I also painted a tree in my bathroom. When I was little I admired as unusual and exceptional a tree that my Uncle Wilford had painted on his living room wall. I have always wanted one of my own, and while this is not as colorful as his, I love it. I modeled it after a tree in an ancient Chinese scroll I saw in the Nelson-Atkins Art Museum.
I put in a mama bird caring for her babies because that is still how I feel about my children.
I decided to enter a painting contest of Yosemite.
|Yosemite in Blue and White|
I am currently sending in some paintings to the David Bown Competition. I'm going to send in my Summer at Magnolia Gardens, my Freesia and these:
|Dots in Space|
I figure, why not just try anything.