watercolor painting of flowers by emily weil

daily painting | neighborhood posies

Sometimes I ride my bike through Alameda neighborhoods and swipe a few flowers. No egregious thefts, just a few scattered blooms from public spots where no one will chase me out of their front yard. I put them in my humble little vase I made in ceramics class at CCAC and started this small painting. Which I put aside and forgot about. Found it yesterday so I added a bit more paint and acrylic ink and called it done. It is kind of cheery, which made me want to put it out there.

Subject change: Just got home from a glorious day in the Sunol area looking for golden eagles. What a satisfying day! My birding partner and I found several pairs of eagles (we are assigned specific territories from the E Bay Parks Golden Eagle Monitoring Team) and were able to report the sightings. These data are essential to help protect the birds from encroaching developments and even new wind farms (the turbines sadly kill more eagles than the birds can replenish). And it was cold and sunny and windy and the hilltop where we set up our spotting scopes was simultaneously being hunted by a ferruginous hawk, a very special and lovely and uncommon bird which was a treat. My gosh I’m so grateful!

7″ x 7″ watercolor, pen, acrylic on paper = $65




watercolor painting of wildflowers by emily weil

daily painting | purple posies

Happy Birthday to my little sister who lost the battle to cancer last November. She surprised everyone, including herself, by making it to her 66th birthday a year ago, and good for her. She lived large and according to her own design. A powerful woman.

I thought about all kinds of things on this cool and breezy July Tuesday as the edges of the marine layer flirted with my marina on and off all day. But mostly about Kay on her 67th birthday. My memories recently were confirmed that our trips to Carmel where my mom attended the Bach Festival for a handful of summers when Kay and I were little were fun and pleasant and we didn’t squabble, which we did constantly at home (I’m talking about hair pulling and kicking and rage — one time my exasperated mother handed us both a sharp knife and told us to kill each other, but do it in the bathroom where the cleanup would be easier; we were too shocked to respond). Removed from the family dynamic and in the company of our kind babysitter (no parents, heaven!), we had a ball and got along well. So interesting how kids absorb family tensions and dysfunctions and act them out. I am happy to think about that, the innocent joy we shared together during all those hours we spent on the beach. I am deeply grateful for those glorious, sandy, often-foggy summer days.

Had a nice moment today doing some outdoor household chores — I heard peregrines calling overhead and watched what may have been one of the resident falcons (there’s a nest on the Fruitvale bridge near me) chasing off an intruding falcon. Such beauty and acrobatic grace! A second or two of locked talons, even. Was cool I happened to be outside when that raptor-drama occurred (I did race inside to grab my binos).

Today’s painting — dug back into past photos. These are of wildflowers in Tilden Park in the Berkeley hills. Paints dry faster on windy days.

10″ x 10″ watercolor, pen on paper = $130