Conversation with Hattie

Watercolor doodle painted itself while on a long phone call which came as I set up paints, water and sketchbook. I call this one "Conversations with Hattie". It is nice to listen to a favorite relative with stories to share.

Coronetta

My neighbor and I were admiring my calla lily. She said it's a coronetta (?) in Spanish, blew an imaginary trumpet. I can see the palace guards blowing Calla Lily trumpets as Cinderella emerges from her pumpkin coach.

Alas, my lilies have not returned after gravel was put down.

Sea of Jellies

In a jellyfish state of mind, June 2009. Volunteering a the an ARt Miles event atthe aquarium has me thinking of fish creatures. Painted a full page of small jellyfish, cut into business cards embellished with beads and slipped into a clear cellophane envelope.

Hearts and Flowers

Spontaneous fun splashes inspired by pastry photo on Carol Gillot's parisbreakfast blog. Always a sweet luscious zero calorie treat. Small watercolors to go with my morning coffee. "Be Mine" instead of the usual Be Mine seemed to paint itself.

Small watercolor sketches Feb. 14, 2011

Garden by Starbucks

Feeding Starbucks coffee grounds to my garden and lemon cake for me. The coffee has improved the hard clay soil after a few weeks.

Front Garden in Vitro

Section of front yard converted from lawn to garden with curved sections of gravel, sedum, yellow and magenta ice plants with Spanish lavender bushes.

Dialogue in Red, Yellow

Spontaneous paper collage that arranged itself, speaking in color and shape when there are no words, a letter to Vincent Van Gogh.

The following is an excerpt of Van Gogh's letter to his youngest sister, Willimien, written from the south of France.


"Here I need no Japanese woodblock prints, because I am here in Japan. This is why I only have to open my eyes and paint the impressions that I receive.

Ici, je n'ai pas besoin d'estampes japonaises, car je me dis toujours que suis ici au Japon. Et c'est pourquoi je n'ai qu'a garder les yeux grand ouverts et peindre les impessions que je recois."

Today, he would be given medication but there would be no paintings of blazing color and fire.