watercolor and ink painting of persimmon by emily weil

daily painting | election day persimmon

Hoo… boy. Well if you are happy with Tuesday’s election results, I congratulate you. If you are devastated, shocked and heartbroken, well, I’m in that camp. 

I realized the other day I’m tired of doing small watercolors, though I was glad for the distraction of painting with other artist pals on election day. I did a few small watercolors of Holly’s gorgeous persimmons but was bored and the work showed it. So I got out a larger piece of paper and paints and Inktense blocks and ink and did something else. I rather like this one as it’s a bit out there. Like my emotions that right now are orbiting Jupiter.

And so be it. I will paint and I will cry. I will anxiously watch news shows and then turn them off and crawl onto some soft surface with an interesting book. I will trust myself and The Divine. 

I’ll be OK and we’ll be OK. We can do this. We’ll fight and do our best for love of country even while being dazed and confused. We have the necessary grit. Keep the faith, folks.  

12″ x 9″ watercolor, ink, Inktense sticks on paper

 

 

 

painting of Marin Lilies by Emily Weil

daily painting | marin lilies

Anyone watching the impeachment trial? Jamie Raskin is my new hero. The House lawyers are presenting a strong and dramatic case, and what gob-smacks me is that Raskin is doing a terrific job after losing his troubled son, who was in law school, to suicide last December. My sister died in November and I can barely rub two neurons together, so I admire Mr Raskin and have great respect for him. Talk about grit. (By the way why is no one talking about how gleeful Putin must be these days, watching our troubles?)

So here’s the latest addition to my collection of calla lily paintings. There is a secret stash of lily plants I pilfer from; they bloom every year in a neglected corner of a certain spot in Marin County. I suppose I shouldn’t help myself but I don’t think the flowers are missed, and I only take one or two blooms. Surreptitiously. Which gives me a thrill, kind of like when I shoplifted costume jewelry from Woolworth’s in Corte Madera when I was 13 (my criminal career was a short one after I nearly got caught). Maybe I’ll turn into the cliche of the old woman klepto. Don’t know. Maybe you should keep an eye on me.

10″ x 7″ watercolor, pen, acrylic ink on paper = $90