August 24,2012
PAINTING

IT IS STRANGE, IT WAS FOR THE SOUTHWEST THAT I STUDIED PAINTING AND IT WAS ALWAYS THERE I EVER WANTING TO BE DONE. I HAVE TRIED TO STOP, NOW THAT I CAN NOT RETURN, BUT AS SOON AS THE PORTRAITS ARE DONE I WILL PAINT THE SOUTHWEST AGAIN. THIS TIME, FROM MEMORY. I HAVE ALWAYS SEEN SOMETHING AND PAINTED IT. RARELY THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TO PAINT, BUT NOW I AM PLAGUED WITH IMAGES LONGING TO BE PAINTED. IT IS A TRULY IS A STRANGE FORCE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, ALWAYS THERE, WITHIN ONE.

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For over forty years, painting related totally to the American Southwest. It was people of the dry hot desert, solid mesas, cacti, stone and canyons that made my heart leap.

When I realized I would never see the desert again, I began a search for something to paint. Nana suggested, B.C, vineyards and took me to Penticton where I did one painting. Nana and Gary then began to take me on Mystery tours of the island and always included a vineyard. But they all were so green! So many leaves so many trees - I don't do trees and I rarely use green - dont really like looking at green, but I got started on a duty series not an inspired series.

I guess it was July or early August when we were driving home from a winery visit. I was grousing about painting the Festive Flying Grape series when Gary said "Start another series, you can work on more than one at a time."

For some reason those words triggered the words "I could paint the Island artists!" Nana and Gary agreed and it was the topic of conversation all the way home

For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get volunteers to pose but it is rolling and each one offers something special to inspire me. And it is lovely to feel all I am doing was sparked by Gary and like all I do, supported by Nana.

April Update 2012 Sixteen fine artists, many of national repute, have posed for Artists of Vancouver Island and many are booked or promised. There will be no poses after June 30,2012. When I have painted all twenty-five I will turn my thought to . . . what next?