It has been years (since I was a student at Utah State) that I have done a self portrait with oil paints. Recently I have been teaching college painting classes, and had my students do self portraits. This was my demo. I like it.
I just finished this piece. It is a commission. I was using the landscape around me as a start for this abstract piece, and letting it fragment, and flow together. I enjoy the bright colors, and the waty the shapes relate with each other.
My nephew said it all when he was quoted for a newspaper article. He said “It is our temple!” Our church builds beautiful temples to worship God in, and to do ordinances that link families together eternally. They are very sacred, and are only open to the public before they are dedicated. This is the Indianapolis Temple. It was just dedicated this month. It is the first temple in Indiana, which has been my family’s home since the late 1990s. A lot of my nieces and nephews were born and raised here, so we were all very excited when this temple was announced in 2012.
I have tried to capture the beauty of the temple lit up at twilight. This is based off a photo my sister, Sarah, took during the Open house. I have not had a chance to see it myself yet, but hope to next week while I am in Indiana.
I have painted this group of buildings 3 times. I like this one the best! I especially love the character that shows in these old buildings in our historic business district.
This painting shows how sunlight is warm. The white highlights actually have a little yellow, and the shadows are cool, containing blue or Violet tones.
I love old homes. I like to look at the architecture of the place. If it is an old farmhouse, I wonder what life was like on that farm many years ago.
We all have homes that bring back memories for us, like our grandparent’s homes. My grandparents lived in homes built in the 60’s, in the suburbs, and I loved visiting them there, but songs like “Over the River and Through the Woods” made me imagine visiting grandparents in a home like this, in a farm, out in the country.
In order to create the strongest impact, having contrast is very important. This painting is about energy erupting across a restful background. The bright warm colors pop against the cool neutrals, creating a visual statement.
In recent decades, many communities have tried to solve the problem of empty downtowns, caused by shopping malls, and businesses moving to the outskirts of the city. Now small local businesses are moving into these open spaces. Two common businesses are galleries, and antique shops.
This is a painting of a flea market store in downtown Asheboro. They always have the most interesting things outside on the sidewalks, as well as vintage finds within.
I enjoyed the colors and shapes peaking through the reflections in the glass, as well as all the crazy wire stuff they had outside.
On old NC 49, just southwest of Asheboro, there is a barbecue restaurant. It is called Silo’s. I wonder if they named it after this picturesque farm located right behind it. Asheboro is located in the Uwharrie Mountains, a small, eroded, ancient chain. Our home is located in the hills you can see in the background.
When I was a kid, my dad and I spent a lot of time with each other out in the canoe. I think it helped us keep a strong relationship. No wonder that I was excited to get a canoe for my 36th birthday.
The next few years I had a baby girl to small to sit in the canoe, so it mostly was in storage, but last year, my daughter kept asking me to take her fishing. One morning we headed out to Lake Lucas, where the state record Crappie was caught, and gave it a try.
We had fun, no bites, but it was nice to be together. After an hour or so, my two year old was ready to be out of the water and go play on the playground.
This was a fun memory, and I am looking forward to the years when patience is greater, and we can have a lot of fun together.
Asheboro is like the proverbial city on a hill. It sits on a ridge, and within a few blocks of each other creeks begin, which later flow into the Yadkin River, or on the other side, the Cape Fear River. This is a small quick painting of Cedar Fork Creek, on the west side of Asheboro. It is very small here, hoppable, actually, but is quiet and pretty.
It was kind of a break to do something so loose and quick.