Tuscan Dream Journal
Watch over Dorothy’s shoulder as she paints the villages and vistas of Tuscany.
Blooming Women . . . Two women chatting quietly at the flower shop . . .
I saw these two in Orvieto, Italy. We were on our way home from Roma and stopped by Orvieto during my Muses of Tuscany Retreat. What a delightful village! I love the artsy shoppes, pottery, wood crafts, flowers, dress shops. Wish we had more time.
Experimenting with a limited palette of Raw Umber and Charcoal, the Pastel Rose, Lavender Gray, Verdigris and Ochre create a satisfying balance of serenity with fresh, invigorating blooms. I could see this painting on pale green or gray, lavender or blue, or even pale yellow walls.
Yet wouldn’t it look striking on a deep charcoal wall? or russet? or even deep ocean blue gray?
This small mixed media painting is the first in my new Sketchbox Trunk Show Series. Looking for a way to explore thumbnail pencil sketches in a larger, color format, I used willow charcoal and oil paint on a small (16″ x 12″) linen panel. Not every idea in my sketchbox can become a large painting. This new format gives me a chance to let some of my sketches out of the box.
Less that a full blown painting, more than a drawing ~ Sunrise Flower Market, is a one-of-a-kind hybrid original. It is created on a rigid canvas panel and sealed with satin varnish, sold unframed. It will fit a standard 16″ x 12″ frame, no glass required.
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Flowers cascade from every window sill and balcony. During my residency, I painted in Tuscany, Cinque Terre, Figline, Volterra, Florence, Cortona, and Venice.
It was not until I returned home, that I began to see the Tuscan colors seeping into my palette. My palette softened and my eye for selecting what to paint focused in on gardens.
Clotheslines with fresh laundry hung in every nook and cranny excited my imagination. A special connection to warm-hearted Italian friends stirred with every breeze.
Each painting appears to me a dream. Each window represents a person, an opportunity of a new friend. Some windows spill flowers, open and prolific, others just peeking, a few closed to shade the light.
Each painting seems to tell a story, an imaginary tale. Who would live there? What would they be saying? Would they be smiling, asking questions, or what? Would I recognize them?
A gardener myself, I get the message. Plant joy, drip water, fertilize with love.
Windows and doorways like eyes peeking out at me.
An open balcony beside three sisters tucked into a window niche, side by side in the sun. Me, myself, and I?