A few small works - and a critique...

For the past couple of months as I did my stints at the Heritage Center, I noted that almost all of what was selling was priced under $100. (with the exception of jewelry). I determined to paint some small pieces to sell as I cannot even justify the cost of the gasoline unless I'm selling something. I love painting chickens, and I can do them fairly quickly. I was commissioned to do a rooster for an artist friend - and here is the hen to match. It's a Black Croad Langshan - and yes, it has "feathered feet". It's painted on a wood panel, about 9 x 12 inches, ready to hang and for sale at $48.00
This one (and the one below) is painted on tin panel/s that I found at a yard sale. These are folksy tuxedo cats painted in acrylic and ready to hang. About 10x 10,$28.00 each.
Amongst my collections of parts and supplies I had a few chair back harps. These are shaped into a delicate curve and cut with slight variations in overall design. To me, the shapes suggest figures - so I channeled the Pre-Raphaelite painters of the turn of the century to come up with my "Blackbird Maiden."
She measures about 8 x 22 - and she sold for $45.00 twenty minutes after I hung her in the gallery! Yay! There's gas money! Now I need more chair harps!

Here's a detail of the blackbirds...

And finally, The Critic. The is my latest larger painting in progress. Elvis realized as soon as he saw it that help was needed - and he was blunt. He looked closely...

He checked each area...

He nosily pointed out how boring and flawed the coloration and composition...

And when he had exhausted himself with explanations, he determined to hide the offending painting completely. Right now I'm in agreement with him. The painting is accurate, well drawn, realistically colored - and boring, boring, boring!! Y'all might be seeing it after it undergoes a bigtime overhaul.

March roars in...

Toto 2 (for Peter)

With your dangerous beauty you
are like unto a tornado,
touching down,
laying waste to trepidation...

I am drawn, into your world,
seeking an Oz of my own.
Let me trade silver
for your ruby set in gold.

I look for you in the yellow moon
while the wind and City take you,
and the lies unfold,
I'll have this twisted ache to hold.

- patrice lynne young 2006

My fascination with funnel clouds and wild weather can be traced back to my Midwestern childhood in Central Illinois. and I've been working on several storm paintings once again. Two new ones posted here may be finished - but I'll live with them for a little while and check them out in different light before I seal them and prepare the panels for hanging. These are each 24 x 24. I've several more of these panels and I'd like to do at least six - preferably twelve - more of these to exhibit together.

I'd been working on the next Black Bird/ Wind paintings and thought that's what I'd be doing all this week. Ah, but painting mood changes sometimes to reflect events in life. Most of the time I love my rural solitude, but sometimes I wish I had better neighbors. After a verbal altercation with one of a family of bullies, I went from a fowl mood to a foul mood. I sat down to paint under a cloud of piss-ed-ness - and this is what appeared on my panel... Sometimes I'm really easy to figure out.

I like the first painting above most. It's fluidity of brushwork is closer to the wild, uncontrollable feeling I wish to portray. But there is something I like about the contained ferocity of the second one, too.

There is a fierce beauty in a storm, just as there is in life.