Showing posts with label paper bags. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paper bags. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Monday, December 8, 2008

Calls to Practice Complete With Scratches
















I found a little book of 45's that you could play of bird songs, but didn't have a record player anymore.  So I gave it to Craig for his d.j. lifestyle..now is it lost for good in his crates of compulsive record collecting?

Sunday, November 16, 2008

What Started it All

















Behold the very first paper bag painting...it all started after seeing the work of artist Chinatsu Ban, and her wonderful images of elephants wearing underpants! I was inspired to do underpants art myself; this is the result of that fateful day. You can view Ban's paintings here.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

My Favorite Painting So Far
















Unfortunately, I don't have a very good photo of it; the flash left some glare on the acrylic paint!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

I think I missed the poppies this year...

I'll be back in the Bay Area for two weeks in the beginning of august.  The poppies will be gone already, but I will hopefully be home for the blooming of the naked ladies, the pink trumpet-shaped flowers on bare stems that seem to bloom magically after the grass has died.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Beekeeper Dreams
















This painting was inspired by the mysterious bee crisis last year. 

Those of you who know me have heard about my plans to become a beekeeper, and hopefully this will happen in the next few years. .....Also, I plan to keep pigeons to send messages to friends; email is fast but not quite as satisfying.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Bartender liked this one
















When I had these paintings up at the Lexington Club in San Francisco last may, it was the bartender that decided to buy this painting. Not surprising it would strike a chord in her line of work.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A different kind of sightseeing
















My grandfather used to take my two younger brothers to the dump (actually the transfer station) to see the garbage trucks south of San Francisco.  I was not invited, it just wasn't something he thought girls would want to do.   Looking at the painting later, I realize it seems very masochistic if you don't know the context.