acrylic painting of nasty by emily weil

daily painting | back yard nasties

Aahhh… staycation. I’m feeling its restorative effects deep inside my bruised, weary, grieving heart. Spent time last weekend continuing this loose work that, until I got back into my studio, I’d forgotten about. I was attracted to a nasturtium blossom that was clinging to the dark fence in the scruffy yard outside my studio, and the contrasts of golds and yellows against the wooden slats were lovely. Thought I’d bring out my acrylics instead of watercolors, just to play and see what happened. So I finished this up with more paint, India ink and crayon while also starting another watercolor painting that was complete shite (OK to toss that one in the recycle bin). Soon it will be time to head to Crown Beach with my lawn chair and my book and soak up the soothing scenes of bay waters and gentle waves and cute little snowy plovers. Pretty sweet. I hereby pledge to continue to renounce all attempts at adult responsible behavior. For at least a few more days.

11″ x 12″ acrylic, pencil, crayon, ink on paper = $170

 

 

 

daily painting | back fence nasties

Last weekend when I took a wet painting out into our back studio garden to dry in the sun, these nasturtiums were growing up the fence and I was smitten with the bright sunny blooms. Today I find solace in painting that scene of twisting, twirling vines and orangey-yellow blossoms against the dark fence. The colors of the flowers are cheery, as are the bright green, veined leaves that cling so fiercely to the dark boards woven through the cyclone fence background. Sloshing watercolors around on paper today is comforting me as I seem to be veering from the shock of my sister’s death into depression, loneliness and deep grief. But here I am, still upright, one foot in front of the other, as my mother used to say. Storms do pass. And jeez what a year of swirling, violent, catastrophic tempests. This particular weather system may be parking itself at my door for awhile. [And as I write this I am greeted by the chitters of the hummingbirds at the feeder — exotic, beautiful and etherial creatures, they are. I so love their visitations.]

9″ x 12″ watercolor, pen on paper = $140