Fierce Blue ~ 6″ x 6″ oil on canvas covered hardboard. SOLD!
I am lucky enough to live near the ocean. Bella Coola is actually located right at the end of an inlet and instead of beaches, we have steep mountains plunging into the sea, much like the Fjords of Norway. It would explain why the Norwegians decided to settle here…it reminded them of home.
Anyways, every Sunday I go for a jog near the tide flats with my dog, and every Sunday I see this little guy, sitting on the telephone line, or diving like a torpedo into the water, hoping for a catch. I have yet to see him succeed, but I enjoy his acrobatics and his distinctive rattle call.
Cowboy ~ 6″ x 6″ oil on canvas covered hardboard panel
To be so blessed to live in the wilds on the North Coast of B.C. is such an amazing gift. We are surrounded by majestic mountains, ancient old growth forests, and abundant wildlife, yet, being coastal in a coastal fjord, it is very rare to spot a moose. They prefer the plains and swamps and the wide open spaces of the Chilcotin Plateau. But then, there’s Cowboy, lovingly named by our local photographer, Michael Wigle, to whom I can thank for this reference photo. Cowboy seems to think that he is a cow. He was first seen grazing placidly with a herd this summer, head and shoulders, (and antlers) above the rest of his “mates”…They treated him as one of them, and he lived with them long into the fall, only leaving when it became clear that they weren’t interested in his (Hmmhmm) amorous advances. He could be seen on a daily basis, the lone set of antlers not helping him blend in at all, only making him a target for daily traffic stops and photo ops of curious observers. This painting is up for bid at DailyPaintworks…you can bid here.
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of horses, I drew horses, I was obsessed with horses. I lived in Quesnel, on a small acreage and I prayed and prayed that one day I could have a horse. When I was 12, my parents told me that I could have a horse if I built the corral, so I did! I’m not sure that they were prepared for that reality, but they stuck to their word. She was a purebred registered quarter horse, named Miss Peeti Poco, and I loved her more than anything in the world! I rode her every day, for as long as I could, and scared my parents half to death on more than one occasion. On one of these occasions, I had a friend visiting from Bella Coola (where I live now). We had borrowed another horse from a friend so that we could go riding together. I let my friend ride my placid mare, and I rode the gorgeous bay. She looked a lot like this one, glossy reddish brown coat, shining, blue black mane and a wide blaze down the middle of her face. We were out about 5km in the woods, when she went down. I saw the pain in her eyes right away, and knew she was colicking. I was terrified! I knew that this was life or death for her. I made her run the whole way home. She went down three or four times, and each time, I’d have to leap off and get out of the way of the 1000 pound animal, and then haul her to her feet and make her go again. We finally arrived at the home of a friend who had horses. We called the vet, but he was out on another call, so we took turns pulling her to her feet, and walking her in circles. By the end of the ordeal, we were exhausted, and some men took over. One of them had a painkiller for horses, which kept her up until the vet could arrive and work his magic. He told us we saved her life and if I hadn’t thought quickly and kept her on her feet that she would have died.
So this is my homage to that sweet little horse. I don’t remember her name, just that she was spunky and spirited, a lovely little Morgan/Arab cross…
She’ll be up for sale on DailyPaintworks tomorrow, starting at $49. The dimensions are 6″ x 8″ and it is painted on stretched 3/4 inch profile canvas. Click here to bid.
To get out of my little village of Bella Coola, we have to drive a crazy gravel road, dubbed by locals as “The Hill”. The Hill is a notoriously steep, unpaved stretch of Highway 20 that connects the Chilcoltin Plateau to the Bella Coola Valley. The 43-kilometre road ascends some 1,800 metres with grades as steep as 18 per cent and there are no guard rails to prevent motorists from going over the edge. Last year, this little red fox was commonly seen sitting in the middle of the road, on the plateau. Waiting for handouts maybe? The snow gets very deep up there, so it’s possible that the highway was easier to navigate…My friend Gwynn from Little Nook photography, managed to snap this shot of him and graciously allowed me to use it as a reference for this painting. It’s up for sale starting at $49 at Dailypaintworks right now. Click here to bid :) Prints are available over at my Etsy Shop
I’m having a lot of fun with this red underpainting right now. It makes everything so exciting and saturated, and somehow, psychologically turns off the literal, analytical, realist part of my brain, and helps my creativity find a starting point. I have constantly fought with being too realistic and detail oriented while wanting to be more creative and impressionistic. The red is helping!
I’ve wanted to paint a barn owl since I saw a live one for the first time in a friend’s barn on Vancouver Island. It was sitting up in the window, in the dusty sunlight, and without a sound it swooped over our heads and out the door. It boggles the mind that something that big, and moving, could be so utterly silent. If I hadn’t seen it move, I wouldn’t have known it was there at all.
This little painting is up for sale right now at DailyPaintworks…the starting bid is $49.00 and you can click here to bid or to see some of my other works. Prints are available over at my Etsy Shop.
It’s been forever and ever since I posted anything on here, but I truly want to get back at it…I have been one busy girl for the last two years, but I have managed to have achieved (somewhat) my dream…But achieving dreams is hard work, and it doesn’t always look like what you imagined. It still needs some fine tuning…but I’ve opened up a little Art Gallery/Handmade Gift shop/Cafe in our tiny town, and it’s exceeded every expectation that I had. Unfortunately, it’s left me very little time to paint. It’s slowed down for the winter now, though, and I have some help, so I’m going to try posting some new artworks for you all.
Here is my first one. I call it Encounter…a white wolf. One of the most elusive of our planet’s beautiful animals. I hope you like her. She measures 4″ x 10″ and is painted on Raymar Artists Quality hardboard panel. She will be available at DailyPaintworks starting tomorrow, at http://www.dailypaintworks.com/buy/auction/634709.
Buttercup ~ 4″ x 4″ oil on gallery wrap canvas
up for bid on DailyPaintworks BID HERE
auction will be active on May 15th
I grew up on a farm, and we had goats. Over the years we had many different kinds of goats…Nubians, Alpines, LaManchas, and Saanans. I grew up on goats’ milk, and to this day still can’t drink milk from the store. I guess I’m processed dairy intolerant. Raw milk doesn’t seem to bother me.
I remember that we had a few different goats named Buttercup, and this one reminded me of her. (Yes, nanny goats can have beards and horns)
The Stellar’s Jay ( I can’t help but call them blue jay…my kids are constantly correcting me!)
is B.C.’s provincial bird, and a very common one at our feeder. They’re rambunctious, noisy and comical. They squawk at me when they’re out of food, and they make such a mess. They only want the sunflower seeds, so they swish their beaks through the seed, scattering it everywhere, just so they can pick out the sunflower sees. I love watching them because they seem to try so hard to communicate. I’ve had many opportunities to take pictures of them, and I love the brilliance of their feathers.
I love how nature unexpectedly mixes complementary colors. The male eastern bluebird is just spectacular. The blue and orange combination is so unexpected and brilliant.
This little painting is ready to hang and will be available to bid on DailyPaintworks starting at 7 am PST, April 26th…Just click on the photo to take you to the auction.
Thank you, Stanka…you remind me that as artists, we all have the same struggles, the same thought processes. It’s a difficult occupation, the constant struggle with the self, the ego, the fear, the doubt, but also the joy and fulfillment. I wouldn’t have it any other way. A little less doubt, maybe, but like you said, we need it…in small doses.