Freshly Painted

Hi Friends, I was so busy planning and sharing my new photography blog site,

Sharon Furner Photography and Prose

 

and working on watercolor sketches

 

that I neglected to share my weekly "Petite Painting" available on this blog.

A few weeks ago it was wonderful to paint in oil, a few more panels ranging in size from 8 x 8 to 8 x 10. Each painting comes with an easel for display, and complimentary shipping.

You will find the entire collection on my website, Sharon Furner  

Just go to the Collections section, click on Petite Paintings. 

Here is today's featured painting/oil on panel.

The Pink Farmhouse

Through my wonderful journeys in the south of France, I have to say I have not actually seen a PINK farmhouse, but if the sun is just right, it magically casts a pinkish glow on the stucco.  

In Havre de Grace, there was a full-blown PINK mansion on the main street of the village. I yearned for a Pink house. Once I was able to go inside, I was so excited. In the end I liked the outside better with its PINK walls, flowing/flowering cottage gardens, white fences..very romantic.

This painting represents things I adore: lavender, fields of poppies, waving grasses, large shady trees and yes, Pink Farmhouses real or imaginary.

125.00

GONE GONE GONE

Color us GONE GONE GONE. All the work, planning, farewells and efforts to move from a beloved home to a new home of opportunity and adventure have now past. Finished. Done. Complete.

And with this chapter closing behind us, a by product has led me to neglect a few things like: bloggING, paintING, photographING and writING!!!  I have missed this creative part of my life. But..SMILES... today finds our new home in a semblance of order, all those "brown boxes" emptied/donated, studio set up, a wee bit of food in the pantry and all the beds made. Now the new studio is beckoning, COME BACK, COME BACK. 

LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDERS

The day before the movers came to load all of our STUFF,  I buzzed around Havre de Grace, revisiting all the tiny nooks and crannies, the quaint and quirky, the favorites and  funky. This is a village that is very hard to leave. SOOOOO  today's post is a JOY to offer you: photographs of some really luscious places in HDG!  Next posting will be the really funky personality side of the village..you know the "I can't believe it is real".....but for now, join me for an armchair view of the village that opened our eyes and hearts to vistas of land, water, sky.

Swift footed mascot strutting before his court!

Farewell for now...ducks, geese, seagulls....footsteps and fallen feathers the marks you leave behind.

Sweet magnolia...petals of creamy wax...flower of the South.

Hydrangea mounds majesty

Havre de Grace is not bashful. Homes and businesses are as colorful as a platter of delicious cupcakes.

Popsicle Colors 

Giant trees to climb and pretend to be a damsel in distress or captain. of a pirate ship.

 

Faux French Chateau, robust with life and ambiance.

 Step inside, inhale the perfume of herbs, vitamins, minerals, incense and the mildewy age of an old building.

First rays of sunrise skipping across the bay reflecting on the windows of the RiverView Gallery. My home away from home, hosting many of my paintings. Tamara Stickler, a multi-talented artist herself, with an eye and natural instinct for displaying works of art, is the Gallery Director and a Very Best Friend. It is Tamara that I miss most in Havre de Grace.

A few of my paintings sitting in the front window, speckled by blots of sunrise. Love love the papier mache fish appearing to float out of the glass bowl of goldfish up into the Lily Pond painting. This is the humor and talent of Tamara to put works of art together, to settle shoulder to shoulder.

 

 

Thank you for sharing a few minutes with me. Feel free to write or paint from any of these photographs. I intend to myself. How better to sustain a memory. 

 

I can't resist sharing in the next blog the really quirky personality of HDG!!!  Then I will get back to sharing what I am working on now in my Art Journals, my new studio and life in the SOUTH.

 

Home is where we reside at this exact moment, where our hearts beat, and we enjoy each moment of living. Home was once Havre de Grace, home now is Charlotte, NC.

On This Day-MLK Day

Rosa sat

So Martin could walk

Martin walked

So Obama could run

Obama ran

So our children can fly.

Mia Farrow

Martin Luther King Day

This day gifted a time of reflection and thought. "On this day...." please enjoy the beauty and serenity that graced Havre de Grace.

See that curve beckoning as if to say

Come along and see

mysteries of crystal and white

On the sculpted banks and ice coated edges

Waves caught in a still frame

frozen froth.

A lonely feathered sentinel

overlords

the Chesapeake

Velveteen cloaked

A touch of grace, comings and goings

leaving ripples

frozen in time

Shards of ice, bully the fleet of

Lah-de-Dah boats

The Lantern Queen hibernates

from her summer gaiety.

Cemetery cold, frozen soil, deep somber gray

warmed by red striped flags

reminding us of a life

that made a difference.

The bay was quiet

only an occasional snapping crack of ice as it shift to a more comfortable position or a goose eerily

honked searching for his mate.

Few were out in the grayness, the deep cold.

In the distance a biker stood on the edge of the pier, holding ever so still.

Did I dare interfere with his reverie?

With the slightly embarrassed "hi" I met Mike.

Mike: free spirit, world traveler, keeper of journals, biker, runner, reader, poet, reads Mary Oliver poetry and Terry Tempest Williams, thrives in ice and cold, looking for the next adventure, pursuing second career, loves architecture and numbers, grand talker, friendly and hopes we meet again.

As we spoke, the snow had deftly fallen,

sift like fine face powder

from a feathery puff.

Pure magic on Martin Luther's Birthday!