Coming up for air.

I have been away- my little brother was sick for a few weeks, and then died on the 19th of December. Not a whole lot to say about that- well nothing to share here on this blog. Just that is where I have been, and I expect to be back soon.

Love, Lori

Thanksgiving

I went to the studio today. first time after the holiday. It felt good to sit and play with some water colors, drink my good studio coffee and get away from the family. Don't get me wrong, I love to be with my family, but I also love to go to a quiet place and work. Last night I finally got around to preparing some panels. They already had linen glued on, so I gave them a good coat of oil/lead primer. Now while I wait for those to dry- I have one ready with linen and glue alone. I think that I will give it a good coat of shellac and start it on Monday.

The turkey was good this year. The gravy might have been the best that I have ever made, and I have been making thanksgiving dinner since I was 14 years old. This year we had 17 around the table.

I always give my best for the Thanksgiving meal. I do not skimp on anything, and there are nods to all my long dead relatives in the foods that I choose. The chocolate covered peanuts in a dish by the door, a nod to my mother's mother. She gets a second nod with the "green stuff" a jello creation that she always made. I like to think that if she had made it through the 1970's, she would have given it up for something else- but she died in 1973, so much as I laugh at jello, grandma's green stuff is on the table, (though I did change the recipe, replacing the horrible coolwhip with real whipped cream that I whip myself). My other grandma, Dad's Mom, used to bring an oyster casserole of some kind. It was covered with browned cracker crumbs. I do not feel bad that I do not make that- no one ate it when she was alive. Her oyster casserole dish is always on the table, with the stuffing in it. We also use her silver, her linens and her glass candle sticks.

Uncle Jan used to come to my house every year. One year I spent a few days creating the most amazing cranberry sauce, only to have my very smart and food savvy uncle complain through the whole meal because there were no can lines. Apparently the can lines were a nod to his grandma, my great grandmother. Even though Uncle Jan died suddenly a few years ago- canned cranberry sauce will always be a part of my thanksgiving. Only now they are a nod to him, (all dressed up looking silly in their parsley garnish on a china plate).

The bird is stuffed and roasted in the old Nesco Roaster. The wine is always Red.

Excuse my little diversion from the subject of painting... I just love Thanksgiving. Now looking forward to getting back to work.:-)

Grounded- Not about paint

I am grounded this week- have hardly been to the studio at all. We are in the middle of a bathroom makeover- and it has taken over our lives.

Rick thinks that we bit off more than we could chew - and decided to hire a guy to do the tile work. Bummer, I was looking forward to the tile work. But after going a few weeks with out a main floor bathroom, I am thrilled that the man will be fixing us right up and should be out of here by Saturday.

Don't worry though, I am using my time wisely - preparing my next few paintings- and will hit the studio floor running on Monday. :-)

This is a picture of Fred Last month doing the demo.

First post on this new blog. Catching up....

I started a blog last week, but unhappy with the software, I am moving the posts over to here.

Here are a few of my new paintings that are not yet added to my web gallery. These are both of Fred and Cassandra. I took them to the city and walked around during golden hour, taking reference shots for the one of them walking.

I had that one in my mind for some time, and they were perfect models. But the thing that I kept noticing was the nice way that they touched each other. That is why I painted "hug". Hug is one of my favorites and is 24x24, oil on linen on panel