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when is white white?

September 17, 2017

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Well, I thought, a white rosebud, looks pretty easy.  I know it looks like a white rose but…it ended up being varying shades of grey. (not 50 tho) Wet paint still on the easel, another one that I will go back to and see where the heck did I go wrong? (again) 🙂 Sheesh!  When […]

Baby Ivy

August 19, 2017

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This effort is from an old photo of my aunt.  I revered her during her life time and was happy that I found this photo as I’m still binging on pics of children…learning lots but as you can see I have so much more to learn about painting in general! These things take time and […]

the summer garden

August 7, 2017

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Pretty pleased with myself…ran into a sale on a bistro – set at Home Depot…so bought it knowing I would have to get the thing out of the car and put together myself…yay me, did it…The chairs swivel!  I even went into the blazing sun and read for a bit in the shade…Sweet! Life is […]

Little Ivy

August 7, 2017

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...keeping in mind no one smiled in photos until after WWII...

Final stab at this one…onward ho!

August 6, 2017

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Well this is the final one, sheesh…so funny how each one changes a bit or even a lot! Not sure what I was trying to prove. Thinking that it’s a lot like the time I tried to make bread for the first time…how many loaves hit the bottom of the waste can with an heavy […]

Brenda, Brenda quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

July 30, 2017

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Well – coming along nicely this year. Loving the perennials that really lend base “shape” to the garden…but then…those wonderful colour filled annuals that add life and vitality to the scene.  I even made a little “water garden” at my door so that I could listen to the trickle of running water.  Not my own idea, I […]

Painting – the struggle continues

July 30, 2017

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I found this wonderful photo of my mom and her two sisters on their farm near Edmonton Alberta in the winter. As you can see here, try as I might, I struggled terribly with her face where it seemed natural for me to begin. This first one shows that I couldn’t paint the sad little […]