Runamuck Ranch

Framed

After taking a class, studying, and making this a much bigger production in my mind than it needed to be I finally got the courage to frame a piece that is going to a real customer.  I really like framing my own work.  So much more control and I am sure of what is being used is archival, and of high quality.

So off to Texas this one goes.

The Sign

Here is the newest commissioned piece.  May it bring good fortune to its owner.

Fly Away

This painting literally came to me like a thunderbolt.  I sketched it in my journal and thought I was through but it kept haunting me to be painted.    To be honest this piece scared me a bit and I never have artist's block.  It is done in watercolor and gouache which are not my usual mediums.  It has a lot of meaning for such a simple painting.  If it speaks to you then your interpretation or meaning is what it is suppose to mean.  If it does not speak to you it wasn't a message you needed to hear.  I will probably not paint another one like it.  It stands or fails on its own.  As always the color is a bit off online.

   

My Father's Footsteps

I finished this painting yesterday.  Then I put myself through my strange and disturbing signature anguish.  I never feel blocked about what to paint or how to paint it but when it comes time to sign a painting I completely freak out.  I even woke up with a headache this morning which my son said was a signing headache.  But I finally bit the bullet and signed the painting.   If I was a woman who drank I think I would drink strong spirits before signing but then I would probably misspell my own name and that would be bad.

                                                                                                                                                                                      

So anyway here is the final piece.  It has a lot of meaning for me most of which I will never divulge. However, the road TT is walking down is the road that leads to our little house on the farm.  TT is the fourth generation to travel this road with the family land under his feet and our Heavenly Father above him.  The Farmer's critique was that the cotton was better than his actually was - but I don't think so.

The dark clouds are symbolic to me of the trouble that always looms in this life but how there is a clear path to the light if we just follow in our Father's Footsteps and keep to the path.  It is my prayer as a mother that my son will follow the good path all of his days.  So far so good.  I am a blessed woman.

Now off to clean the studio and ready it for another piece and for sewing some household stuff.  I know it is time to sew some covers for the pillows on the couch because TT told me last night that these pillows would be really comfortable if they didn't have plastic wrap on them and had real covers.  For the last month we have had pillow forms from JoAnn's  with the plastic covers still on them on the couch.