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| Small Sunflowers, 5x7. |
Since I became "without job" a few years ago, I paint.
I paint and I play with clay, and when I'm not playing with the clay, I'm painting it... and then I switch off and play with water colors and soft, smooshy pastels whose colors would not let me pass them by when I was in the art store many months ago. They bellowed to me until I came back around the corner from the masking fluid and stared at me until I counted all the single dollar bills and whatever change I had in my purse to see how many of them would accompany me home that day. It was precisely four. I wanted eight, but burnt orange, sage, turquoise, and Navajo reddish brown were the ones that were chosen and wrapped delicately in tissue and then placed in a small, sturdy box so that they would make the trip home safely. They remind me of New Mexico. The colors sharply contrast just like the weather and the air and the everchanging sky there.
About Painting . . . . . I will put off dishes. I will put off cooking. I will put off laundry. I will put off eating........and if I have things to do during the day, which I often do, I will stay up until I'm falling asleep with my brush in my hand because I'm rather addicted to color and watching it move across paper. I've fallen asleep with a brush in my hand and a strange line across the paper... but I never understand those who can't make the time. How can someone who wants to paint say that they can't make the time? It's like breathing . . . . . or maybe more like being addicted. I simply must. I don't feel the need to talk so much when I paint. I don't need to fill up space or time with words. I just feel what I'm doing and let my thoughts spill onto the paper. And why speak when color can convey so much better what I'm feeling?
About Painting . . . . . I will put off dishes. I will put off cooking. I will put off laundry. I will put off eating........and if I have things to do during the day, which I often do, I will stay up until I'm falling asleep with my brush in my hand because I'm rather addicted to color and watching it move across paper. I've fallen asleep with a brush in my hand and a strange line across the paper... but I never understand those who can't make the time. How can someone who wants to paint say that they can't make the time? It's like breathing . . . . . or maybe more like being addicted. I simply must. I don't feel the need to talk so much when I paint. I don't need to fill up space or time with words. I just feel what I'm doing and let my thoughts spill onto the paper. And why speak when color can convey so much better what I'm feeling?
A couple of new things. And if you'd like to purchase - please do - I desperately need new paper, more paper. Just drop me a note at Dreamrkate@yahoo.com I'll get back to you soon.
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| 6 x 18 inch watercolor, matted in white, $40. Available |
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| Big Love, 9 x 12 inch, $50. Available |
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| 6 x 8 inch watercolor, in a glass clip frame. Ready to go - $22. |
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| 9 x 12 inches, prints for sale only, $35. |
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| Small Bouquet, unmatted, 5 x 7 original, $25. |
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| Special art for a birthday boy, SOLD. Commissions start at $45. |
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| Sold, 11 x 22 inch watercolor, $65. |
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| 9 x 12 /watercolor, $25, unmatted. Available. |
