Thursday, December 10, 2009
(donated to CenterStage Upcoming Auction)
I seem to have started a tradition with my father and his Black Labrador . At the start of December, we head to the woods in search of the bittersweet vine. Some years our walk yields deer skulls, turtle shells. Our prize, bundles of brightly colored strands of vine, in an otherwise bleak landscape. This then adorns the gallery window. Not unlike past years, I love to sit and paint tiny paintings of this Bittersweet. Small quiet observations, another year has passed.
These are 3 3/4" x 2 1/2" More works in progress