Painting as I see it.
We live an hour west of Asheville, NC. We had no power for 8 days, roads washed out, but nothing like Asheville did. Despite the conspiracy theorists, helicopters were bringing in supplies and looking for survivors as soon as they could. FEMA and National Guard. In the mountains I hear them long before I see them.
I have tried to put in some of the chaos of this disaster. Here are five iterations of this painting.
A friend brought us plenty of firewood to get through the winter while Gregg was awaiting hip replacement surgery. An unexpected gesture, a godsend.
Even being in the middle of it, the destruction is hard to believe. Gregg and I went for eight days without power, but we had food, water, and many godsends. Brandon Mitchell from Virginia and his buddy brought a truckload of supplies and a starlink. Brandon wandered into my studio, and really looked. Most people are off put. He liked this one, and we made a deal. THANKS to all of the volunteers helping us get through this.
Summer in WNC.
I made this in 2020. It’s on it’s way to it’s new home in New Hampshire. Thanks, Jill and Chip
In April it was a squirrel falling from the birdfeeder. Now, on a peaceful morning walk, a humming bird flew in the top right side. I love living in the country.
Things not seen. Faith, gravity, and spring underground.
This is about being blindsided.
The season is changing, and we put the last of the bird seed in the feeder. This squirrel jumps up and hangs from his/her back legs. Killer abs to curl up and get a seed. Now the hummingbird feeder is up, and it will have to go out to gather seeds.
Open Says Me
This webstuff looks easy when Gregg and Forrest do it! I try. These are two more paintings that I didn’t post as I went along. Sounds like a New Years Resolution in the offing.