Fruit of the Vines
September sun tempered these delicious tomatoes dropping from their vines. I carried a whole fragrant basket home, fresh picked and bursting with juice. Nothing gets eaten before the question is raised: Will it last long enough to be painted? Such is my judgment upon garden gifts these days.
Amelia
At work or play, a child is usually enrapt in the moment. Such focus we work hard to recover in our multi-tasking adulthood. Amelia is growing young plants like any expert gardener. Her grandmother who caught this shot is tending her, and our good Creator is tending all.
Room With a View
Does your heart have a room? Is it a room with a view? Is there a place for the Lord to sit down and make himself comfortable? Interiors sometimes inspire such thoughts in me. This is “Founder’s Room,” inside the retreat center called “Mercy by the Sea” in Madison, Connecticut. A wall of glass allows one to look out over the Long Island Sound and the lapping waters of the shore. The painting is completely simple and just for enjoyment.
Begonia Beauties
Two golden begonia blooms emerged from lines, pot, and leaves one day, as I passed by my mother’s front porch. As long as a plant showed the scraggliest of hope, clinging to life, she would tend it carefully. But these flowers were thriving in their hanging pot, when I snapped their photo and tucked it away for a future painting. To life!
Juicy Fruit
Perfect fruit, quenching crunch, health in the hand, oh apple of Eden, how many artists have painted you? I also have tried to capture your good side. Do you have a bad one? This time, the green of the peel is what appealed. I painted and ate and was satisfied.
