Monday, October 12, 2020
Friday, October 9, 2020
Thursday, October 8, 2020
every baby born
"It is a pleasant thing to reflect upon, and furnishes a complete answer to those who contend for the gradual degeneration of the human species, that every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last."
Charles Dickens Nicholas Nickleby
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Chapter One. I am born
Thursday, September 10, 2020
water flows
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Monday, September 7, 2020
finishing a thought

https://skivingtonsofar.blogspot.com/2020/03/interest-or-passion.html
I wasn't quite happy with this painting when I brought it back last October but life got too busy in the fall and winter and I didn't pick it up and look at it until this past week after I had finished up another plein air painting session in Michigan a few weeks ago in July.
I couldn't leave it. I wasn't happy with how it seemed as though the waves and bit of sandy beach were not resolved. I worked on it again until I felt it was finished. Another artist might have advised to discard a work with problems and begin a new one but I felt that by tackling an old piece I would learn more lessons.
And I have been learning a lot. I won't run out of new things to learn for the rest of my life!
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Do I dare?
“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other PoemsTuesday, September 1, 2020
Monday, August 31, 2020
Saturday, August 29, 2020
sweetest fruit
My setup on my studio desk, and I had to keep working while they were fresh! I picked these from a neighbor's tree, they were tempting me hanging low over the fence in the alley where I walk every day. Every time I passed by I thought about what an interesting painting subject and finally I brought these home, the rest were rotting and falling off the tree. I guess no one else was interested in them. Hot summer days make the sweetest fruit. Oil painting 9x12 peaches observed from life.












“Water is the driving force in nature.”



