tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109615118837275562024-03-05T00:40:09.217-06:00suzannepaintsSuzanne Stewart, Austin painter, has joined the blogging world. It seems such a stretch, but I would like to share some insights I have gained. My painting experiences have formed a new and exciting path. Please share your comments with me. What will survive of us is love.
"Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul." Vincent Van Goghsuzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-11966899321449034282014-09-18T16:06:00.000-05:002014-09-18T16:06:01.676-05:00ITALIAN HANDBAG<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAC662yIZyNDOMlRECSDHntUMHs1IeIWpwXnr1bV7wS7rb2X_BWDF4g6zIp7JrHOIsFqOnJqBsIQaQn7OZ28KReRMfTeNFznubhoz49CXUguxnvXFCur4g0wZ5zslRteiD4c5lt2h96c/s1600/ITALIAN+HANDBAG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAC662yIZyNDOMlRECSDHntUMHs1IeIWpwXnr1bV7wS7rb2X_BWDF4g6zIp7JrHOIsFqOnJqBsIQaQn7OZ28KReRMfTeNFznubhoz49CXUguxnvXFCur4g0wZ5zslRteiD4c5lt2h96c/s1600/ITALIAN+HANDBAG.jpg" height="318" width="320" /></a></div>
Just before sundown, the chefs go out to get a little fresh air. A scene like this took place in Termezzo on Lake Como.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-70025510593149940062014-09-13T10:28:00.002-05:002014-09-13T10:28:11.326-05:00GUS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkppdweYuqXEgu23eS9JP64U8guJnVH7z5E4G45ZqjkIbP2mKi56lSx4YGzTNzMO-qarzYDzGrh-ChkUPIIxpiDRgZ11MhBsMxpy7W2j9-x818RjJFaqxwo4HiRizjbjwV4p0z03xZvlU/s1600/GUS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkppdweYuqXEgu23eS9JP64U8guJnVH7z5E4G45ZqjkIbP2mKi56lSx4YGzTNzMO-qarzYDzGrh-ChkUPIIxpiDRgZ11MhBsMxpy7W2j9-x818RjJFaqxwo4HiRizjbjwV4p0z03xZvlU/s1600/GUS.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
Introducing Gus, Strong and Mighty. I have two grand-dogs. Gus is the one I see most often. He is gentle and playful at nearly 10 years of age. So huggable!<br />
<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/" style="background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 193px; line-height: 0; min-height: 20px; min-width: 40px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 18px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/" style="background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 193px; line-height: 0; min-height: 20px; min-width: 40px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 18px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a>suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-67856055449470104252014-09-05T08:30:00.000-05:002014-09-05T08:30:01.641-05:00Brown Egg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUvQHxoPpQgUu7Tu46_7g77-yDqmzSAly50fzDkS8euZQt2T90pry0FbeOz-QQIEtC6gLB5EMvto-x576RE3fVfKhRk5RIfCVaonODZ0rl73ev2mtgw-lDz5hb05Iw6-9chrrLy_q8sw/s1600/Brown+Egg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUvQHxoPpQgUu7Tu46_7g77-yDqmzSAly50fzDkS8euZQt2T90pry0FbeOz-QQIEtC6gLB5EMvto-x576RE3fVfKhRk5RIfCVaonODZ0rl73ev2mtgw-lDz5hb05Iw6-9chrrLy_q8sw/s1600/Brown+Egg.JPG" height="307" width="320" /></a></div>
Another still life featuring the same three 'objets.' As it turns out, my birthday on Wednesday was on the same day as my birth. By that, I mean to say, I am 'Wednesday's Child.' Yes! I was born on a Wednesday. Thank Goodness.<br />
<br />
This title is a little misleading, n'est-ce pas? Due to my camera setting, the brown egg is a little orange. Easter egg, maybe.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-60825128690532147002014-09-04T20:45:00.003-05:002014-09-04T20:45:48.705-05:00One Fresh Egg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb35EKNtHcAAOcLTcaEzTliUH22G2jsxkF7xMLnKSZ6Kr_-ho5XAgbUSM1laxrpFowju2QyR3ppI6qZAcCoyQv7JP4bKMalJJeNQqjtYRjdf8WPBLZrWYsaBC4MsLC-4-QCWrKtb8ruc/s1600/One+Fresh+Egg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb35EKNtHcAAOcLTcaEzTliUH22G2jsxkF7xMLnKSZ6Kr_-ho5XAgbUSM1laxrpFowju2QyR3ppI6qZAcCoyQv7JP4bKMalJJeNQqjtYRjdf8WPBLZrWYsaBC4MsLC-4-QCWrKtb8ruc/s1600/One+Fresh+Egg.JPG" height="307" width="320" /></a></div>
I have celebrated another trip around the sun with candles and cakes. What a wonderful time to be alive. Still life painting today with three of my faves, subjects, that is. <br />
<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/" style="background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 193px; line-height: 0; min-height: 20px; min-width: 40px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 18px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/" style="background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 193px; line-height: 0; min-height: 20px; min-width: 40px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 18px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a>suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-74188645477138567392014-08-31T19:03:00.001-05:002014-08-31T19:03:59.793-05:00Carmel Valley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfWvRFBaOjPXjxc715NlrvYMYzItVx3penNYGsehbf5_wEvaxJmXS607O3mco2vitwn1GKorRAWlb0HPZb_4f9KZ-gth2u4N5L-c8b8P2NKpdp371n4m7FnLpLhuZGM6qaoWYO9-OFb4/s1600/DSC01512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfWvRFBaOjPXjxc715NlrvYMYzItVx3penNYGsehbf5_wEvaxJmXS607O3mco2vitwn1GKorRAWlb0HPZb_4f9KZ-gth2u4N5L-c8b8P2NKpdp371n4m7FnLpLhuZGM6qaoWYO9-OFb4/s1600/DSC01512.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>
We painted in the beautiful Carmel Valley at the produce market which grows all my favorite greens. What a delight to escape this heat to enjoy temperatures in the 70's. The purple here is a little more vibrant than in my painting but I had a hard time adjusting it. Everybody is Texas should go to California for August. We could trade with the California residents. Then the outdoor painters of California would see why we are so challenged by the heat of summer.<br />
<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/" style="background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 193px; line-height: 0; min-height: 20px; min-width: 40px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 18px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/" style="background-image: url(data:image/png; border: none; cursor: pointer; display: none; height: 20px; left: 193px; line-height: 0; min-height: 20px; min-width: 40px; opacity: 0.85; position: absolute; top: 18px; width: 40px; z-index: 8675309;"></a>suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-47906503826676852462014-08-19T08:00:00.000-05:002014-08-19T08:00:02.820-05:00'Little Lezzeno'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwPFMwB-W9V8eiekopTa6VqFbu1z3cangNsQ7oLkrwypsXksA5EDEfRC98Z_aTLSc6FXB1X3DFHdqdyODbb0XPwnwB2UqIGefRmbB0L-WPtzHo84R9hyphenhyphendp3ee9FJiwneZW-QF0IIRIxg/s1600/IMG_1672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwPFMwB-W9V8eiekopTa6VqFbu1z3cangNsQ7oLkrwypsXksA5EDEfRC98Z_aTLSc6FXB1X3DFHdqdyODbb0XPwnwB2UqIGefRmbB0L-WPtzHo84R9hyphenhyphendp3ee9FJiwneZW-QF0IIRIxg/s1600/IMG_1672.jpg" height="315" width="320" /></a></div>
There is this sweetest of villages on Lake Como. This is another of my 6 x 6 studies completed after we returned home which was scraped away. The burning of the memory is enduring. suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-14800138933112742272014-08-18T11:38:00.001-05:002014-08-18T11:38:49.810-05:00'Stuck on Rozzo'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SVYJuNR68Jwx93Bd918896yKjGuOZiu7i2G4KkexFHlDtKBk4Cgz3RYPwzk3DfMcJ-edFeudPgXXr-EbKIm4qZ4hLG9R7k9wX67uuJtAyTGmbj7IVR-kBJqCqJo6gi6lidJanfRhSpE/s1600/IMG_1652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SVYJuNR68Jwx93Bd918896yKjGuOZiu7i2G4KkexFHlDtKBk4Cgz3RYPwzk3DfMcJ-edFeudPgXXr-EbKIm4qZ4hLG9R7k9wX67uuJtAyTGmbj7IVR-kBJqCqJo6gi6lidJanfRhSpE/s1600/IMG_1652.jpg" height="320" width="314" /></a></div>
Guess you might think I am stuck on this subject matter. In a sense, it is so true. My time spent in this beautiful little alleyway made quite an impression. What I find interesting is that there is enough significance for this neighborhood of maybe 14 homes to have its own sign from the highway. I'm not certain of the special designation but it clearly is special. <br />
<br />
I gave myself a limited amount of time to paint this 6 x 6 then forced myself to scrape the entire thing off the canvas. What do you think of that? Gone. But not forgotten.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-31710819606469849742014-07-15T08:15:00.001-05:002014-07-15T08:15:07.152-05:00Rozzo in Black and White<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIz-EydB5rzu7v_Si7gc4trUP0ZJX8NRwa0YU9V6nAJTUZOWGWYvm3WziOR9W2Gmq5fszx2FlV0ACrOVjw6SlMpohVO0zgRhwdY6ihQxRS2m51VnFzrSPCMmMpU95w8DHtSn5Ww11082c/s1600/IMG_1707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIz-EydB5rzu7v_Si7gc4trUP0ZJX8NRwa0YU9V6nAJTUZOWGWYvm3WziOR9W2Gmq5fszx2FlV0ACrOVjw6SlMpohVO0zgRhwdY6ihQxRS2m51VnFzrSPCMmMpU95w8DHtSn5Ww11082c/s1600/IMG_1707.jpg" height="314" width="320" /></a></div>
This is the neighborhood scene I painted earlier. I mixed my own greys and tried again to capture the tiny spot on the map.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-3913042884334874152014-06-30T08:07:00.000-05:002014-06-30T08:07:00.573-05:00Lakeside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MeN8Sv18HkpuoECS9d9e8RdOU3QYl-vjv5sK-9YUIbZUBVu913XXz2mnP3mEmGgLjK8RkffWmZh7luoYqdI83jxSaG3JAuq3vgflhG-vO4Ec7m2lmBtTi0E0yr7_XBhQisjadDdUUtk/s1600/DSC01361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MeN8Sv18HkpuoECS9d9e8RdOU3QYl-vjv5sK-9YUIbZUBVu913XXz2mnP3mEmGgLjK8RkffWmZh7luoYqdI83jxSaG3JAuq3vgflhG-vO4Ec7m2lmBtTi0E0yr7_XBhQisjadDdUUtk/s1600/DSC01361.JPG" height="208" width="320" /></a></div>
This is the little jumble of apartments and inns around Lake Como. We were there the first week of summer. At our Albergo Aurora was a wake boarding camp for girls from all over the world. The owners' daughter has recently won the World Championship in Wakeboarding in her classification. In addition to painters all over town, there were wake boarders taking off from the dock each day. Interesting combination!suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-69850675517913028202014-06-29T07:57:00.000-05:002014-06-29T07:57:00.021-05:00The Kindness of Strangers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGdaam9O6FcBg1r3oBUdQjqqFwOH-yumfHijwXQBdjQ5JhJympjRZtLIvbWapZcZb0zjlcfY_k5ED7R1A2ndlBqZTR8ScXdD3cdE5nG2JlkFM_evRe1DBssgZb2nvqn0Jfau3KR-Y5Xk/s1600/DSC01357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGdaam9O6FcBg1r3oBUdQjqqFwOH-yumfHijwXQBdjQ5JhJympjRZtLIvbWapZcZb0zjlcfY_k5ED7R1A2ndlBqZTR8ScXdD3cdE5nG2JlkFM_evRe1DBssgZb2nvqn0Jfau3KR-Y5Xk/s1600/DSC01357.JPG" height="320" width="294" /></a></div>
Do you know how to paint a feeling? I surely do not know what this means, but this study will forever evoke a memory of the kindness of strangers. Susan and I were painting in the shadows on a little street in Rozzo, a small neighborhood of the village, Lezzano. It was a very warm June day and the neighbors were all about, going in to church, sweeping the balcony, walking or driving!!! down this tiny street.<br />
<br />
From the apartment on the right a lady came down with a beautifully arranged plate of fresh fruit, raspberries, cherries, nectarines. What a lovely gesture. We were later invited up into her apartment to see a drawing she had of her very corner of the world where there exists a 16th century fresco still intact on the building next door. Let us remember to always share with those in our midst. <br />
<br />
<br />suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-34698340877049671122014-06-28T07:28:00.000-05:002014-06-28T07:28:00.187-05:00Lake Como in the Afternoon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DVflhn1G7aqpOpkl22FYp5hHxpDjQ04gOnMABLLHbeUm9quhu5uaoE-6G6uU7RIp-RhIIRyMJAZKSwe1FpWI10XJGgmKno7Slz0B5Nxp-8mEIfCIdryZttLNM24ImhXDp31PoHedKIA/s1600/DSC01356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DVflhn1G7aqpOpkl22FYp5hHxpDjQ04gOnMABLLHbeUm9quhu5uaoE-6G6uU7RIp-RhIIRyMJAZKSwe1FpWI10XJGgmKno7Slz0B5Nxp-8mEIfCIdryZttLNM24ImhXDp31PoHedKIA/s1600/DSC01356.JPG" height="296" width="320" /></a></div>
There are many little villages around Lake Como, all connected by a winding road running the entire circumference. This particular afternoon we painted in a spot where families also gathered to bathe in the icy cold water of the lake. The far mountains are Switzerland...still snow-covered on top. suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-64254811655470801762014-06-27T09:30:00.000-05:002014-06-27T09:30:01.098-05:00Termezzo on Lake Como, Italy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuf6SSr9cLS6TfPkEdDUetGvrKkNJC7_sAyjKtIXzNDKHzGIJV6STQfFPv7PxsYnlbEFYcrsDXDl-SCC7oO0Msl6DFbbEkT2ne8RHYEuH8EbLNPf54iWp5SXASMO3wNHTJSOtAt-Je3QI/s1600/DSC01371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuf6SSr9cLS6TfPkEdDUetGvrKkNJC7_sAyjKtIXzNDKHzGIJV6STQfFPv7PxsYnlbEFYcrsDXDl-SCC7oO0Msl6DFbbEkT2ne8RHYEuH8EbLNPf54iWp5SXASMO3wNHTJSOtAt-Je3QI/s1600/DSC01371.JPG" height="320" width="308" /></a></div>
This beautiful little spot on Lake Como was the site of our painting trip with the wonderful Kenn Backhaus. suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-35554001179507753442014-06-26T15:24:00.002-05:002014-06-26T15:30:51.071-05:00Lezzano Afternoon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwu5oo3B40Ll-PPUmtTQgSapEysvVnz-SdiBFwPZHc8ukku_M68dvsIHkh7ezkD4qaAgeC5GZo56_Zx5vAj9GE2arKpF07aWulPirrb3xG2lNbYet2aHDGyEzIdIxXtjwFS2d7TzW4b0s/s1600/DSC01363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwu5oo3B40Ll-PPUmtTQgSapEysvVnz-SdiBFwPZHc8ukku_M68dvsIHkh7ezkD4qaAgeC5GZo56_Zx5vAj9GE2arKpF07aWulPirrb3xG2lNbYet2aHDGyEzIdIxXtjwFS2d7TzW4b0s/s1600/DSC01363.JPG" height="205" width="320" /></a></div>
This is the little village in Italy on beautiful Lake Como where I had the good fortune to paint with <a href="http://openairitaly.com/">Open Air Italy</a> and the inimitable <a href="http://kennbackhaus.com/">Kenn Backhaus</a>. What a wonderful time we had at Albergo Aurora Lezzano. The air was thick with atmosphere! suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-11088266186976737732014-05-31T15:55:00.000-05:002014-05-31T15:55:00.292-05:00'4 Across'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBqEsS7kv4DzIUEs13mUq5jQ6093pUt6n3UTOGW7pGFbDIUManHny3wzeGZE5SW8Jw3u3v4lNWCrRCzMvRL-FvNq5ziLzeqPFGu7zpIwFsC5PntBE_VzrfV6MZtf-XPyb_0vfjIi1Jm8/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBqEsS7kv4DzIUEs13mUq5jQ6093pUt6n3UTOGW7pGFbDIUManHny3wzeGZE5SW8Jw3u3v4lNWCrRCzMvRL-FvNq5ziLzeqPFGu7zpIwFsC5PntBE_VzrfV6MZtf-XPyb_0vfjIi1Jm8/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" height="320" width="316" /></a></div>
In addition to growing beautiful roses, my daddy is a crossword genius. Here he is in his usual afternoon pose, right before 'Jeopardy.'suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-79992348898036354712014-05-29T15:51:00.002-05:002014-05-29T15:51:31.489-05:00my nubian neighbor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtnj0CtSR8X_LxxUqUlXSMnAJvmi1HkQiUl01AM4mOL2yfWtcWuzbK7wof28NFAzUYa97_zZm5wBHA7UtHRbZSo92iGyOZWTLRA10z6fOb10nfNqxeCqzXsVUC2_cyXzAot8YrpNqVsw/s1600/DSC01248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtnj0CtSR8X_LxxUqUlXSMnAJvmi1HkQiUl01AM4mOL2yfWtcWuzbK7wof28NFAzUYa97_zZm5wBHA7UtHRbZSo92iGyOZWTLRA10z6fOb10nfNqxeCqzXsVUC2_cyXzAot8YrpNqVsw/s1600/DSC01248.JPG" height="316" width="320" /></a></div>
This is another of the neighbors out here in the country. There is a population explosion going on out there. suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-81654323820091612742014-05-17T16:15:00.001-05:002014-05-17T16:15:41.882-05:00Saint Harry Potter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHfc8r71VzGCAWFvahvqkZPBTLBjaiIhoMpavQCS4yRorzRefmzDoKAzDR4WfuLZmN36lRl60ejg44XsaQC3wMB6CH7k1WYPQEkCErsCq16psCosNCvsauRrGkBfv-vvaVoYTNjr2HF4/s1600/DSC01269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHfc8r71VzGCAWFvahvqkZPBTLBjaiIhoMpavQCS4yRorzRefmzDoKAzDR4WfuLZmN36lRl60ejg44XsaQC3wMB6CH7k1WYPQEkCErsCq16psCosNCvsauRrGkBfv-vvaVoYTNjr2HF4/s1600/DSC01269.JPG" height="319" width="320" /></a></div>
There is so much to say about this pup. He pulled up beside me in a pickup and posed for me. Completely relaxed and drooling. What a doll! I left off the drool, but concentrated on his fabulous coat. He is one hairy beast. I tried to convey how very regal and saintly and ready to assist he seemed. suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-29823842829998555672014-05-16T17:24:00.000-05:002014-05-16T17:24:39.495-05:00Repose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_z-hdfhP4c7_wMkceA3SAdbMnpBvjH7-NztSXC_ZbBCV_RLecw-1rCjEtW9eNi2AkiDLdQj02ImI-mmnuhaz6TqNXHQAbI1Fgz0wyqlKjquVT3_Hd9aSz3w1inJJ7TrctH0JOvf-iGI/s1600/DSC01207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_z-hdfhP4c7_wMkceA3SAdbMnpBvjH7-NztSXC_ZbBCV_RLecw-1rCjEtW9eNi2AkiDLdQj02ImI-mmnuhaz6TqNXHQAbI1Fgz0wyqlKjquVT3_Hd9aSz3w1inJJ7TrctH0JOvf-iGI/s1600/DSC01207.JPG" height="320" width="308" /></a></div>
<a href="http://www.dailypaintworks.com/fineart/suzanne-stewart/repose/231854">Repose</a> has a dreamlike quality often felt when a young mother finally has a chance to put up her feet, which was the case here. Lovely Heather...suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-32772534776718949122014-05-14T21:11:00.002-05:002014-05-14T21:11:55.517-05:00No Time Like the Present<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieQbjTIYRfArDCikNmCUGvwRINHLN1BmK_Ea7HvxeFlaeGQofs-aecdGY06bhTtMMIeIYCeSmxEhumwAspuP-wZsNxSiT55TtrHiaop-SmU7Uk446GX8gu4OzKBdd1nj-iVUQx7AIW-c/s1600/DSC01209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieQbjTIYRfArDCikNmCUGvwRINHLN1BmK_Ea7HvxeFlaeGQofs-aecdGY06bhTtMMIeIYCeSmxEhumwAspuP-wZsNxSiT55TtrHiaop-SmU7Uk446GX8gu4OzKBdd1nj-iVUQx7AIW-c/s1600/DSC01209.JPG" height="319" width="320" /></a></div>
This just might be my favorite from Carol's class. We were always so excited to receive a golden gift from <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0CCsQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.navarras.com%2F&ei=lCF0U_GmAoqhqAbAvoCgCw&usg=AFQjCNHqKlcB0K7qTeTZ98CBBPTDqFIlLA&sig2=kyK-0lf-cdbIWeKB-tvgmA&bvm=bv.66699033,d.b2k">Navarra's</a>. It meant something special was inside that little box.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-91989620150674045242014-05-13T08:42:00.001-05:002014-05-13T08:42:55.874-05:00The Rose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkC_nosIf9Dk055z9w4mQWZE1Y1y5xKyF5CfKp9Mh4fgmgaIamzXDGy0fNdldTwsjXMxOOxxhIzQgv2nPVRLYfWd5RH_ytWY9Z4tt1SuPAc4_jVPCh1QdmlSg8WvyErwg5d5XtNf6TSSA/s1600/DSC01206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkC_nosIf9Dk055z9w4mQWZE1Y1y5xKyF5CfKp9Mh4fgmgaIamzXDGy0fNdldTwsjXMxOOxxhIzQgv2nPVRLYfWd5RH_ytWY9Z4tt1SuPAc4_jVPCh1QdmlSg8WvyErwg5d5XtNf6TSSA/s1600/DSC01206.JPG" height="314" width="320" /></a></div>
This is from Day 3: the rose. In Carol's class, she says the third day is the hardest for everyone. I believe it has to do with the close values and hues. Sally in our class whined and gnashed her teeth but completed a very nice rose. Another Carol painted a rose which looked just like the teacher's. She said she just followed instructions!suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-84773560213954057782014-05-12T20:15:00.002-05:002014-05-12T20:15:51.276-05:00Egg and I <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGjwiZPoc4h2RKG_Xy3dXV8AsuefBsbnzmeSxEzObUvRHT7pqkEQZXYQJ0WjBR5EkpPvdz0ONOLA8YP5FuEREGW2rUnGKMAdwiWdIzH0fzr1x7ikMEQOZqX_UVEZ1t-tOR0yLbWlH2Tg/s1600/DSC01205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGjwiZPoc4h2RKG_Xy3dXV8AsuefBsbnzmeSxEzObUvRHT7pqkEQZXYQJ0WjBR5EkpPvdz0ONOLA8YP5FuEREGW2rUnGKMAdwiWdIzH0fzr1x7ikMEQOZqX_UVEZ1t-tOR0yLbWlH2Tg/s1600/DSC01205.JPG" height="320" width="313" /></a></div>
This is the Day 2: still life from the workshop with inimitable <a href="http://carolmarine.blogspot.com/">Carol Marine</a> last week. She paints like no other and speaks to the simple set up for still life painting. I think this one works. (The original is not quite so purple.)suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-1211250462004810392014-05-11T19:56:00.000-05:002014-05-11T19:57:35.119-05:00Mother's Day Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRA_MHFRKKX9UZzUXMyNH4TdkpKnAIt_ibE1yTD0dm-F1TVhPHUkEkJPSFsGE5SJfORTBDGpgouMBeqohYLOLvLL7v6R4qUCgCsK2V1DyVGThNiTGyuyfzmeY-MQmnMtZgV6SQhKgTZyg/s1600/DSC01247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRA_MHFRKKX9UZzUXMyNH4TdkpKnAIt_ibE1yTD0dm-F1TVhPHUkEkJPSFsGE5SJfORTBDGpgouMBeqohYLOLvLL7v6R4qUCgCsK2V1DyVGThNiTGyuyfzmeY-MQmnMtZgV6SQhKgTZyg/s1600/DSC01247.JPG" height="317" width="320" /></a></div>
This silver set is ready to party. I love the handles, sturdy and simple. Happy Mother's Day to all my friends.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-1241834861188221332014-05-10T21:48:00.000-05:002014-05-13T13:33:56.938-05:00Jr. Cowpoke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJgnoHFaWuoedB_U-Xz7f7kdbXaEYmdrlnshmSj80UvfZUgpTSPjVxyr8a49s-RvAcHhUemDDTWeEw9HO8AegKYki2aeAR0LJS1aS2NM7JPnhmw6ZmP5b11lfrBq5p285myxRsR7ts2s/s1600/DSC01208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJgnoHFaWuoedB_U-Xz7f7kdbXaEYmdrlnshmSj80UvfZUgpTSPjVxyr8a49s-RvAcHhUemDDTWeEw9HO8AegKYki2aeAR0LJS1aS2NM7JPnhmw6ZmP5b11lfrBq5p285myxRsR7ts2s/s1600/DSC01208.JPG" height="311" width="320" /></a></div>
These are the cowboy boots my little cowboys each wore when he was about 2 years old. All three are now completely grown and fathers of little cowpokes. I painted with the excellent <a href="http://carolmarine.blogspot.com/">Carol Marine</a> this past week. This was painted on Day 1: shoes. What a great teacher and fabulous workshop.<br />
<br />
This painting "Jr. Cowpoke" is available for purchase in <a href="http://www.dailypaintworks.com/buy/auction/223565">DailyPaintWorks Gallery</a>.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-86428778030419389812014-04-03T08:32:00.000-05:002014-04-03T08:32:00.555-05:00Shadows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKitd7aAeHyDg_4QwwJ5Q8K_62eTAFxEdtzDnePw8_ePOJYLxQGwVGKrvpwr8EwYFuBwKNiO_dZmLVXPTbmJrXx2pOsetRSJ-gSpY1Mn9SIzzYvnM5YEWs7IJriLjjO7Fz9ZCapWU43Y0/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKitd7aAeHyDg_4QwwJ5Q8K_62eTAFxEdtzDnePw8_ePOJYLxQGwVGKrvpwr8EwYFuBwKNiO_dZmLVXPTbmJrXx2pOsetRSJ-gSpY1Mn9SIzzYvnM5YEWs7IJriLjjO7Fz9ZCapWU43Y0/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-46032846605383874052014-02-27T20:40:00.000-06:002014-02-27T20:40:01.802-06:00Snow Day in Alabama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMcvfqTzvLY4tJfXqjoc7qu6VvFyCNfnmEF_7l2sT8lJz5VKWqseoj1SgvdfF0qRJ61L2iO1Ekg0dxWM0axS45JKxkndRL42Ikc0g8FFbw1jyyHbMFNoiuVF54-P-7oe6o2bG9vz-2Q4/s1600/DSC00454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMcvfqTzvLY4tJfXqjoc7qu6VvFyCNfnmEF_7l2sT8lJz5VKWqseoj1SgvdfF0qRJ61L2iO1Ekg0dxWM0axS45JKxkndRL42Ikc0g8FFbw1jyyHbMFNoiuVF54-P-7oe6o2bG9vz-2Q4/s1600/DSC00454.JPG" height="320" width="319" /></a></div>
These two little Southern boys rarely get to sled. What a great day when it snows and is icy and school is out. Ice, ice, baby.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1910961511883727556.post-67871097135466488622014-02-20T11:18:00.001-06:002014-02-20T11:18:37.854-06:00Hee-Haw<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgborl1rvFyBmCtEq2K3o_ORNsdoNJ-eHAGvBWPLrYT9A1ggRhPSpDz5SZ4lHGRlEc44bcaqTNKHY1j5LN3Whrwx9tLNPs9cYC6JCAMc_5xnJjzW2n0bspzYknp9J_qIHuw4gWSu3GuMZc/s1600/DSC00367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgborl1rvFyBmCtEq2K3o_ORNsdoNJ-eHAGvBWPLrYT9A1ggRhPSpDz5SZ4lHGRlEc44bcaqTNKHY1j5LN3Whrwx9tLNPs9cYC6JCAMc_5xnJjzW2n0bspzYknp9J_qIHuw4gWSu3GuMZc/s1600/DSC00367.JPG" height="320" width="317" /></a></div>
Here is another neighbor who lives on the other side. He is very happy just to enjoy the warm sunshine of a Central Texas February. Bluebonnets can't be far behind.suzannepaintshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784251112574065627noreply@blogger.com3