The Lilac Thief

The Lilac Thief, oil on canvas, 7″x9″. Sold.

I’m giddy with excitement over our lilac tree’s green leaves.  Green leaves!  After six months of grim winter grey and blecky brown… finally there is green in the garden. I’m also hopped up on allergy medication which is making me even more giddy.  And it’s Friday! And there’s sunshine and I’ve just discovered the best recapper in the world (is that even a word??) of the reality show that I pretend I never watch but I really do privately– Southern Charm.  Anyone who can draw an accurate comparison between Game of Thrones and Southern Charm gets a check mark in my book.  Here’s the recap from the last episode if you do watch.  If you don’t, please don’t hold it against me. I know I’m going to wake up in the middle of the night and wish I hadn’t wrote this.

Have a great weekend!

 


Lady In Waiting

 

Lady In Waiting, oil on canvas, 11″x14″. For sale on etsy.

The entire time I was painting this, I was intending the giraffe to be actually stealing the pearls.  Then everything changed when I realized that a giraffe would probably be quite helpful with dressing.  Excellent with hats, zippers, scarves, necklaces, so she got promoted from thief to personal assistant.

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The Northern Christmas Llama Was Elusive But Generous In Nature

 

The Northern Christmas Llama Was Elusive But Generous In Nature, oil on canvas, 8″x10″. SOLD.

To be honest, I don’t really know if this is really a llama, never mind a proper ‘Northern Christmas Llama’.  I was studying quite a few pictures of llamas before I started painting this and I was left very disorientated and confused.  Physically, they don’t make any sense, and each llama is very different from the next. I doubt two are the same. And what is the difference between a llama and an alpaca?  All I know is that I want one now, just so I can study it further and possibly cuddle it.  But, do they bite is my only worry.

And speaking of biters, I really thought this week we were going to lose Daisy (our 20 year old cat).  First off, I want to mention that I did not name her.  Not that I have a problem with the name Daisy, but it never suited her.  She appeared on John’s doorstep sixteen years ago, a stray, and quite pregnant.  John and his ex took her in, and someone named her Daisy. But, she’s really more of a Joan, or a Betty, or a Jean, or maybe even an Eliza.  She’s more of a dame than a flower.  We took her to the vet with a bladder infection and she basically came back with a terrible cold.  I didn’t know that cats could get colds- at least the kind with snorting congestion.  It was terrible to watch, not to mention listen to.  She stopped eating, stopped sleeping and sat in an uncomfortable crouch position and looked like she wanted to end it.  Then the vet shot her up with steroids and she’s moved on to her 55th cat life. In fact, she’s happily eating leftover brisket as I type this.

So in a very long winded way, this is also an explanation as to why there isn’t another Miss Moon Christmas painting yet.  I’ve been so busy being a nursemaid which included force feeding stinky fishy cat food through a syringe, only to have it expelled back onto me, as well as bouts of cat mind reading, trying to suss out whether or not she wanted to continue on in this world or not. Fortunately for us, we have her for a little longer.


Lisette vs The Skunk

Lisette vs The Skunk. Oil on canvas, 12″x16″. For sale on etsy.

I’m pretty certain that Finnegan is being stalked by a skunk.  It could be a Pepe Le Peu situation or perhaps it’s just enjoying tormenting him every night at 3am by spraying up a storm in our backyard.  Finnegan is technically a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that we are fairly certain was a stuffed toy that came to life one day (possibly a child wished it so). He has little to no natural hunting instincts (the other day a cricket chirping in our neighbour’s garden terrified him) and what he has learned about hunting he has learned from our ancient housecat who most days can’t be bothered moving.  But this skunk has tapped into the 1% of Finnegan’s inner hunter and Finnegan wants to destroy him.  I want to destroy him too thanks to Finnegan’s 3am race around the house and howling fits. So  I sympathize with Lisette here and commend her for her creative use of expensive French perfume.

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Three Really Random Paintings

Here are snippets from three really random paintings on canvas panel that I have for sale in my shop.  It was a hectic week and my mind was all over the place and then ‘poof!’ they appeared out of my head.  I think initially there was more of a story between them, but then it got weird and nonsensical.  Like me.  Oh and speaking of stories, I’m still working on visuals for chapter four of Lucy Crisp and I should have the new cover ready in a couple of weeks.

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Whiskey Sour High Kick

Whiskey Sour High Kick. Oil on canvas, 20″x24″.  Sold.

“Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”

Omar Khayyám

Wine or whiskey sours that is..

 


Quicksand

Quicksand, oil on canvas, 18″x24″.  For sale on etsy.

When I think about my childhood fears, I would have to say that quicksand was at the top of the list.  Along with volcanoes spewing molten lava, radioactive vegetables, whirlpools, and giant spiders living in caves.  Of course, I’ve since realized that these fears were entirely born out of watching too many Gilligan’s Island episodes (cue canned laughter).

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A Fainting In The Botanical Gardens

 

A Fainting In The Botanical Gardens.  20″x24″, oil on canvas. SOLD.

Women just don’t faint like they used to.  This occurred to me the other day as I watched Nashville (the Robert Altman movie– not the tv show– which I do watch as well when I have a big glass of viognier in my hand and I feel like rocking out).  Anyway, in the film there is a scene where the leading lady supposedly faints and spends a week or so recovering in the hospital.  I was pretty fascinated by it so I felt it necessary to explore it in a painting.  I get the sense that our lady fainter is actually a Canadian who just discovered that spring has finally arrived.  The sight of so much colour and beauty overwhelms her and she collapses by a tree, only to be woken when a deer sniffs her ankles.


The Invisible Nature Of Tansy Fairchild

The Invisible Nature Of Tansy Fairchild, oil on canvas, 14″x18″.  Sold.

I had the name of this painting in mind long before I figured out what to do with it.  Then, one day as I was looking through some chinoiserie wallpaper patterns, the painting came to me- complete- including the bird on the string.  I almost changed it to a turtle on a string but stopped myself as that made absolutely no sense.


Hopscotch

Hopscotch, oil on canvas, 11″x14″.  Sold.

I considered calling this piece ‘Second Childhood’ but I figured that might be a little obvious, so I settled on ‘Hopscotch’ which is an even more obvious choice but I like how the word sounds.  Hopscotch!  Then, I wondered why the game is called ‘Hopscotch’.  I get the hop part but not the scotch part.  Maybe before it turned into a child’s game it was a drunkard’s game?  I don’t think that’s coffee in her cup.