MOLTEN DEW DROP from the series MOLTEN GOLD

MOLTEN DEW DROP from the series MOLTEN GOLD
6" X 8" acrylic, plaster & gold paint on illustration board

Bill brought home some yummy stuff from the fruit stand the other day, so I bet you can guess what my next series will be about. Two are already finished.
We are finally getting some summer, and I'm loving it. I spent a couple of hours photographing the new crop of blooms in the garden. More painting myterial.

DRAAGONS BREATH from the series MOLTEN GOLD

DRAGONS BREATH from the series MOLTEN GOLD
6" x 8" acrylic, plaster & gold paint on illustration board.
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MOLTEN GOLD

EXOTIC DANCERS
I’VE BEEN TOLD
HAVE COUNTLESS LAYERS TO UNFOLD

A TOUCH OF PASSION
A GLIMPSE OF GOLD
FOR THIS A SOUL IS OFTEN SOLD

SHE’LL DANCE TO TEMPT YOU
SHE WILL PRE-EMPT YOU
GOLD GLINTING IN HER TOSSING HAIR

SHE’D QUITE A VAMP
THIS GUILDED TRAMP
SHE’LL LURE YOU TO HER GOLDEN LAIR

SHE’S ALWAYS FLIRTING
LIFTS UP HER SKIRTING
THAT VIXEN TEMPTRESS, MOLTEN GOLD

TO JUST CARESS HER
THEN POSSESS HER
HER DANCE IS SOMETHING TO BEHOLD

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GOLD MOLECULE STIRRING from the series MOLTEN GOLD

GOLD MOLECULE STIRRING from the series MOLTEN GOLD
6" x 8" acrylic, plaster & gold paint on illustration board


This is a little change of pace. These are non objective paintings, meaning no subject matter. They are done strictly for the beauty of the brush stroke and the expression and mood it can create. Unfortunately gold does not reproduce very well on the computer and is also hard to pick up with a camera, so a lot of the luminance is lost in reproduction. Where ever the yellow appears it is actually a dusting of bright gold.Never the less, I hope you enjoy these free flowing little gems as much as I enjoyed making them.

NIGHTS DARK STRANGER from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS

NIGHTS DARK STRANGER from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS
acrylic on 100% rag illustration board.

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the life of the Night Travelers. They were fun to do. I love steping into the world of fantasy, where my imagination can play.

Monday something new.
Lake Oswego Art Festival this weekend. Friday - Sunday with the artists reception tonight at 6:00 in the pavilion tent. for a full scedual of events go to www.lakewood-center.org/pages/lakewood-festival-2010schedule

NIGHT WINDS NOMAD from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS

NIGHT WINDS NOMAD from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS
acrylic on 100% rag illustration board.

MIDNIGHT VOYAGER from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS

MIDNIGHT VOYAGER fro the series NIGHT TRAVELERS
6" X 8" acrylic on 100%rag illustration board

I didn't mention yesterday that this series is finished with a very high gloss glaze. So that makes it a 4 step process. ____
Today I will be painting but not in my studio. After our new windows were installed it is up to us to paint the casings and sills. Not as much fun as painting pictures.
This evening it is back to the Lake Oswego Art Festival to help tag all the art work that has been hung for the big show. The Show opens on Friday and runs through Sunday.

ELUSIVE AURORA from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS

ELUSIVE AURORA from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS.
acrylic on 100% rag illustration board

These paintings are done in three stages. First the bright blue and green were painted over the entire board and allowed to dry. When it is dry it is painted over with black. While the black is still wet, I use a rubber brush, similar to a tiny spatula, to remove the black in a random pattern. When that has dried, I Then I design the Night Travelers face around the swirls of blue and green. This is always fun and challenging to decide where it will go and how to make the composition work.

MOON STRUCK JOURNEY from the series NIGHT TRAVELERS

MOON STRUCK JOURNEY

from the series

NIGHT TRAVELERS

6" X 8" acrylic on 100% rag illustration board

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NIGHT TRAVELERS

AS DUSK DEPARTS
NIGHTFALL SETS IN
THE TRAVELER’S JOURNEY WILL BEGIN.

THE NIGHT IS DARK
THE SKY IS VAST
THE TRAVELER’S NIGHTLY SPELL IS CAST.

WHERE TRAVELERS PASS
THE COOL WINDS BLOW
BUT NO ONE REALLY SEEMS TO KNOW.

A MISTY MOON
A STAR FILLED SKY
WILL GUIDE THE TRAVELERS PASSING BY.

IN SHADOW’S STEALTH
QUITE OUT OF SIGHT
THEY SPAWN ENIGMA TO THE NIGHT.

THE MYSTERY DULLS
AS DAWN DRAWS NEAR
THE NIGHT TIME TRAVELERS DISAPPEAR.

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Happy Monday everyone.

Yesterday Bill and I helped with the art check in for the Lake Oswego Art Festival. There was a lot of beautiful art entered this year. If you get a chance and are in the aria, go see the show next weekend, June 25th Th,26th, and 27th. Lakewood Center for the Arts,368 S. State St. ,I will have three new large paintings in the show. Two from a new series called Reflections, titled, Reflections of a Former Self, and Reflections of Joy. The other piece is titled, Cave of Trees.

The featured show this year is all about Encaustic Painting, which is painting with beeswax. I am sure it will be most fascinating.

LILY'S EMBRACE from the series AAH SPRING

LILY'S EMBRACE

from the series

AAH SPRING

This is the last painting in this series.

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It was a little hectic around here yesterday so I didn't get a painting posted on Friday. Not only are new windows being installed in our house, but we were also having company for dinner. In spite of all the confusion, all went well.

Look for something new on Monday.

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CALLA'S CANDLE

CALLA'S CANDLE from the series AAH SPRING

6" X 8" acrylic on canvas on Masonite.

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AAH SPRING

Dark, long and windy, wet and cold,
The charm of winter soon grows old.

We watch the ever changing sky,
We see the clouds go drifting by.

We know that warmer days will come,
Days of dancing in the sun.

Were looking forward to the spring,
When color covers everything.

With anticipation we watch and wait,
Like fishermen who cast there bate.

Then suddenly, without fanfare,
A glorious perfume fills the air.

First bloom so small, and yet so sweet,
Like pools of honey at our feet.

Then one by one the pallet grows,
More color added to the shows.

Every day another gift,
Its beauty gives our heart a lift.

Our expectations, again fulfilled,
The pot of colors has been spilled.

All our senses now can sing.
At last it’s here, aaaahhh….spring!

DUSKY BLOOMS from the series AAH SPRING

DUSKY BLOOMS from the series AAH SPRING

6" X 8" acrylic on canvas on Masonite

This Rhodie is so dark it is almost black, Really quite stunning. The stamens literally pop from it's dark center.

DANCING GOLD

DANCING GOLD from the series AAH SPRING

6" x 8" acrylic on canvas on Masonite

I am working on the poem for this series Aah Spring and hope to be able to post it on tomorrow's post.

Have a day filled with beauty.

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TULIP'S PASSION from the series AHH SPRING

TULIP'S PASSION
from the series AAH SPRING
6" X 8" acrylic on canvas on Masonite

I had planed to post the third in the series Old Lace that I just finished last night, but my camera battery was dead. So now that one will have to wait until I can get it recharged.

I hope you enjoy the Aah Spring series. I do love the beauty of the spring flowers.

ONE LAST CATCH from the series EAGLE AT SUNSET

ONE LAST CATCH

6" X 8" acrylic and plaster on illustration board

There is only one in this series so far. I will start a fresh series on Monday.

The weekends I take off. If the weather permits I work in my garden.

Thank you all for your patience. Thanks to the help of my grandson Taylor Dewey I now have the spot where you can sign up to have my posts sent to your E mail box. It is in the column to the right.

Taylor is a whiz when it comes to hi-tech . If you ever need a website made give him a call. td@tddewey.com . He is building my second website now and it will be ready soon. I will let you know when it is up and running.

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EAGLE AT SUNSET

The eagle at sunset continues to fly,
He soars with grace across the sky,

You can hear the piercing eagle calls,
Across the hills, as sunset falls.

There nesting fledglings loudly peep,
For one last meal before they sleep.

From high in the tree top the eagles soar,
Searching for food as they scans the shore.

The dwindling light soon to steal,
A full days hunt, an evening meal.

He takes one last dip down to the sea,
Before climbing high, to his nest in the tree.

The catch is sustaining, they ate there fill,
Tomorrow once more he’ll test his skill.

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MEMORIES from series OLD LACE

MEMORIES from the series OLD LACE
6" X 8" acrylic on canvas on Masonite

Thank you all who took the time to check out my new daily painting feature. I am still learning this computer game and I thought I had the means in place for you to sign up to receive my daily paintings on your computer automatically. I hope to have it in place in the next day or so. So please don't give up.

NEW DAILY PAINTING

I will be posting my daily paintings on this blog. so I hope you will check to see what is new each day. I paint them in series so each painting will have the name of the series as well as the name of the painting. In most cases I write a poem to go with the series. A copy of the poem comes with each painting.

BY THE SEA from the series OLD LACE 6"X 8" acrylic on canvas on masonite.

OLD LACE

I found a tin box beginning to rust,
On the floor in the attic covered in dust.

Wrapped in yellowing tissue, carefully tied with a bow,
With a dried and brown flower that had lost it’s glow.

I presented the box to grandma that day
Sure she would have a tale to convey.

She said the hibiscus was a beautiful red,
And for a while nothing more was said.
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“The smell of Hibiscus filled the air,
A red one he picked and tucked in my hair”.

Then with trembling hands, as if to retrace,
The box gently opened to reveal the old lace.

On a bed of white seashells, it carefully lay,
The look in her eyes was quite far away.

“This lace trimmed the blue dress that I wore,
The night we walked side by side at the seashore.”

“We took off our shoes and danced in the sand,
To the far off sound of the pavillion band.”

“With fragments of seashells, he found in the surf,
He spelled out “I love you”, upon mother earth.”

“One of my shoes was washed out to sea,
And that shoe was never returned to me.”

“I should have known , that it was a sign,”
With that,… cold chills ran down my spine.

“The dress was quite lovely trimmed with this lace,”
As a tear ran down the lines in her face.

“Still wearing that dress we kissed our goodbyes,
As he gently wiped the tears from my eyes.”

“I watched as his ship sailed out to sea,
Not knowing he’d never come home to me.”
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“You look a lot like him”, her hand brushing my face,
“If you’d like it, you are welcome to keep the old lace.”