Saturday, November 12, 2005

Early Snow - An Oil Painting by SusieQ

I love this painting. I could get lost in it. I could walk right up to that cabin and go inside. I'd start a fire in the stone fireplace. I'd make myself some hot cocoa. Then I'd sit in front of the fire, sip my cocoa, and let the crackling fire talk to me against the backdrop of silence deepened by the snow. I'd watch only the dancing flames. I'd think of nothing. Ah! Peace.

This was my first painting. So far, it is my only painting. But someday. Maybe someday.

I am especially pleased with my interpretation of the trees with their delicate yet daring colors. I am pleased with my mountain stream that mirrors the gray sky above. But my cabin. Too orange.

My son is a gifted artist. His home looks like an art gallery. The walls in his two-story living room are filled with huge ambitious paintings that are alive with magnificent color. He makes his living in other ways, because being an artist is practically a non-profit profession. Maybe someday when he has time he can teach me.

8 comments:

  1. Nice painting Susie. I enjoy painting very much and have been to some of the greatest art galleries in the world. I was at The Louvre and went there to see La Giaconda (Mona Lisa) but I enjoy the impresionists the most.

    We have a few great places to see fine art here in Philadelphia. The Philadelphia Museum of art is pretty much a staple for me. I did get a chance to see the Barnes collection because I used to live only a half a mile from where it is located in Wynnwood PA just outside of Philadelphia.
    The powers that be have broken the Barnes Will and now they are going to move the wonderful collection Barnes had of Pierre- Auguste Renoir, Paul Cezanne, Claude Monet and many others. Barnes collected and displayed all of these works of art on his estate and specified in his will to keep the collecction displayed as he set it up. It's actually a very interesting story if you care to read about it. http://www.barnesfoundation.org/index.html

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  2. Susie, my comments are now turned completely back on. I will bookmark your blog and check in from time to time but Psy-ops at L_G's blog is out for me. I enjoy reading your nice blog.

    Oh by the way, I said I enjoy painting in my first comments, I meant to say I enjoy fine paintings because let's just say, I am not very talented in that respect.

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  3. Wow, SusieQ, I'm impressed! And a little jealous. I so wish I could do that!

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  4. Beautiful! It looks like what it will most probably look like in Minneapolis tomrrow! Weeeeeeeeee!

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  5. hi! We have the hobo spider here. I'v been checking it out. My son hunts & had just gotten a deer. I think it might of been a tick head under his skin. it's looking alittle better we are waiting for culture results to come back. thanx for the comment

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  6. JG: Thanks for dropping by. I visited the Louvre,too, and saw the Mona Lisa. It was so small for being such a big hit.

    Meegan: Thanks. You'd be surprised what you can do (what hidden talents emerge) when your kids leave home and you find that your nest is empty and you have a great big fat void to fill. There's a painting of a landscape with your name on it somewhere in the future. Mark my word.

    Jenni: Thanks for the compliment on my painting. I seem to recall that Minnesota is beautiful when it has snowed. The air tends to be crisp and clear in the winter. Right? Thanks for stopping by. I'll be by your blog soon.

    L/M: Thanks for the compliments. I still am uncomfortable with the color of my cabin. Everyone, go visit L/M's blog and look at her art. Nice stuff.

    L>T: Hope your son's condition continues to improve. Thanks for stopping by.

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  7. This is a retro-posted-comment...more than a year later.

    Nice painting, JP. I have a similar "sense" for that place and a similar longing (only sometimes) for the kind of solitude such a cabin would hold.I have a feeling you will paint again soon.
    TK

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