A pefectly white iris blooming in my front yard. I get to see this beautiful flower every morning at least for a few days. It makes me smile. Life is good.
8×10 oil painting on cradled board.
You just never know where life will lead you. Last Fall we decided to move from our bayou home in Freeport. Between house repairs, moving and buying a new house I fell off the painting horse.
We purchased a house in Maynardville, Tennessee. The house is great but the community is amazing. We lucked into everything we could have asked for. We are truly blessed.
This is my first painting since landing in Tennessee and my first try at mountains. I was attempting to get a sense of distance and a colorful sky.
So grateful to be back in the saddle. Happy Trails to all.
Well, we are vagabonds once more. Life is good. We just sold our house and are living in our camper until our next home is found.
Currently, Luke is in Tennessee, 600 miles from me, Ozzy and the trailer. After returning from an evening walk, I noticed water running out of a small locked compartment just outside of the door. YIKES! Oh, but no problem, unlike a boat, campers don’t sink. It might fill with water but it won’t kill me. Phew!
Back to the existential threat. I quickly opened the door and found no water on the camper floor. Phew.
Next, check inside of all the cabinets, still no standing water. Hmmm… where is this coming from. With the help of the manuals, I found that the water was coming from the overflow from the fresh water tank. This is odd because we supposedly do not have any water in our tanks. When you hook up to water in the campground it bypasses the tank.
I checked the meters for all of my tanks. The fresh water tank is full. Really odd since it should be empty. I flipped on the water pump to pump some of the water out. The overflow leaking stopped. I also turned off the water coming in from the campground hook up. I monitored the overflow a few times over the evening and was satisfied that the problem had at least been mitigated.
This morning, I use the toilet, then go about my morning enjoying my coffee. An hour or so later I was preparing to take Ozzy out for his morning constitutional. YIKES! I noticed that the toilet was FULL of water. How could this be? The water is turned off and there was no water in the toilet when I woke up this morning. I absolutely have to get Ozzy out for his morning walk, so I gauge the speed the water is coming the toilet and calculate that I have at least 10 minutes before it overflows. We dash out the door and do a quicky.
Upon returning, I set out to figure out what is going on. I disconnected the campground water hose and found that the water still runs a bit even when totally turned off. Back to the manuals. Long story short… I have no clue what is causing this problem. It might be some combination of very high pressure from the campground faucet and a syphon/vacuum of some sort that would pull water into the toilet. My current solution is to disconnect the campground water, drain all faucets/shower and drain the water tank. Problem temporarily solved.
Ladies, know your campers and where all valves, shutoffs are located and how they work. I literally climbed under the trailer to find the drain for the water tank. It was not located where it was shown in the manual.
Always remember…Campers may flood but they do not sink and always have very good camper insurance.
Soon, I hope to have some paintings to post.
Bye for now. Dry in Florida
Peaceful morning stroll down the beach. Can you hear the gentle crashing of the waves rolling in?
11″x14″ Oil painting on canvas panel.
Paintings go thru a life-cycle like a child. First the idea is conceived. The painting is born as the first bit of paint is slathered onto the canvas. The artist is like the mom and has high hopes for her new born. Mom guides the child thru its life to become a mature beautiful painting. When grown the painting moves on to a new life. Mom never forgets her baby and continues to have high hopes that it will always enjoy life.
The image above is the adolescent stage where nothing quite fits, the sizes and colors are a bit off, but mom still has hope and continues to encourage her child to blossom into a beautiful creation.
The process is difficult, challenging and a little scary, just like being a mom. Well worth the effort.
Take a break from your busy schedule and take a dip in the beautiful refreshing waters of the Gulf.
12×16 Oil on canvas
I recently had the opportunity to take a painting class with Dorothy Starbuck
She taught the class how she paints waves. It was a great learning experience for me. I was transitioning to oils and having issues with technique, so I got a lesson in oil painting and a lesson on how to paint waves.
I love to paint clouds (Florida mountains) and believe I have found my second favorite thing to paint, waves. I have completed 2 paintings with 2 more on the way.
11×14 canvas panel, oil
Silly Sister Fun makes me giggle every time I see it. It brings back such great memories of hanging out with my twin and getting into something fun.
It is great to have a sister especially a twin . This painting evolved from a distance memory of one Halloween while we were attending the University of Florida. Looking for an inexpensive costume, we braided our hair and wove bent coat hangers thru them to make the pigtails standout. We dressed in silly matching outfits, drew large freckles on our faces, had a shot of Tequila and proceeded to the college parties. It was great fun until some frat boys decided that they could mess up our hair. ARgh!
This painting is titled “Portrait of Pru” (26″ x 24″). Her real name is Prudence. She is a great high energy rescue dog, and a massive handful for Danny and Bri. The painting depicts her at a very restful, sober moment, which may not exist in her reality. She is like your child that will never hold still for a photo.
So… did I mention invention? I am currently frame challenged, with that heavily weighing on my mind (we should all have such horrible problems), I decided to paint a frame. The painting and frame is one piece of wood. I painted a bit of a 3-D affect and added some bronzy, gold leafy, decorative frills and voila a frame. I just need to attach a wire and it is ready to hang in the most persnickety of homes.
Thanks to all that followed us on our journey. We arrived home late June and it took me some time to adjust to being back home. There were many reasons for us deciding to come home but the biggest deciding factor was Luke had become concerned about hurricane season. Oh Lordy, I am so glad he decided we should go home, otherwise we would have spent our summer running from storms.
I have mixed feelings about being home and during quiet moments pangs of
wanderlust creep into my thoughts. The winds are calling but I have found that,”there’s no place like home”. I sincerely thank my friends and family for all of their visits and support while we were cruising. We discovered that it takes a village to keep a boat moving continually forward. I love my village.
We met so many interesting folks along the way. The places all seem to run together but it was the people, the sunrises/sunsets and the weather that standout in my memories.
We have now been home over 4 months. Luke is reemployed and I am painting. I feel so fortunate to have been able to take our journey on Nice Lady. I am also fortunate to have a home to come back to.
If you ever have the opportunity to take an extended vacation somewhere out of your comfort zone, do not hesitate – GO!