tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56647821691518637482024-03-17T23:03:22.386-04:00MAUREEN VEZINA OIL PAINTEREvery painting has a story... #pleinairMaureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.comBlogger669125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-2551061847425685292023-11-07T13:18:00.000-05:002023-11-07T13:18:03.103-05:00Oliver Mill<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzx4Xny4H_oA4jwtPhmL7uYnVUqRdZ0hLLhwpYSrBOmEA4-lUoLwakoNequQsF0WnexVkPHL5yuCGnL03syZnr41Nc-Ph5P3IbqV6-woFV_armYHuz5AsuVrol37yw8kWquqDfQKezAy20Xg5xaR5-j70cKpqxTSrf_EcssKqm9fhY3fpwkEILwVFQ9I6/s3879/Oliver%20Mill%20-%20Final.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2925" data-original-width="3879" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzx4Xny4H_oA4jwtPhmL7uYnVUqRdZ0hLLhwpYSrBOmEA4-lUoLwakoNequQsF0WnexVkPHL5yuCGnL03syZnr41Nc-Ph5P3IbqV6-woFV_armYHuz5AsuVrol37yw8kWquqDfQKezAy20Xg5xaR5-j70cKpqxTSrf_EcssKqm9fhY3fpwkEILwVFQ9I6/s320/Oliver%20Mill%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oliver Mill<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Along Route 44 in Middleboro, MA there is fascinating place where the Nemasket River passes under an old stone bridge and divides into several prongs that comprise the outskirts of the old Oliver Mill. Today, the various levels in the streams create an elaborate and effective herring run from Narragansett Bay through the Taunton River and back to the Nemasket River. The spot where I painted on this day was from within the mill structure - surrounded by three of the walls of the mill but open to the sky above.<br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>The stone wall remnants of the old structure offered a gorgeous contrast with the end-of-summer greens and yellows. In fact, things were already shifting toward yellow and red.</p><p>The thing about plein air is that during the course of standing in a spot for two to three hours, you are bound to see something unusual. In this case it was a blue heron that decided to sit up on a railing overlooking the streams squirting out below. A dog walker came along and of course there was intense curiosity by this young dog. A better and more memorable title may be "Black Dog Spies Heron."<br /><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-53565679713279973822023-10-30T18:14:00.000-04:002023-10-30T18:14:18.343-04:00Nemasket Herring Run<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqmUoPsNVDpa2xDDdN5Pyhpleh8La-YPYpZW9jLraj1rhXJLZ0SI5KzYBDBbQeobrKuPE8fLKP267aDIX5TSmLtl7OsH6GxuTuUry60G_WK-9C8CAawXikLf8lcAWWhAKAuTrTUhlVxy_51OePVZHiQt6-i82bXLqttl1KhA1L4wYdGS1qcY3DHvoPXEK/s3693/Nemasket%20Herring%20Run%20-%20Final.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3693" data-original-width="2898" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqmUoPsNVDpa2xDDdN5Pyhpleh8La-YPYpZW9jLraj1rhXJLZ0SI5KzYBDBbQeobrKuPE8fLKP267aDIX5TSmLtl7OsH6GxuTuUry60G_WK-9C8CAawXikLf8lcAWWhAKAuTrTUhlVxy_51OePVZHiQt6-i82bXLqttl1KhA1L4wYdGS1qcY3DHvoPXEK/s320/Nemasket%20Herring%20Run%20-%20Final.JPG" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nemasket Herring Run<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Here at the Oliver Mill in Middleboro, MA, the old stone walls brought back memories of painting in Ireland. Of course there were plenty of differences not the least of which was the stunning New England foliage. </p><p>These stone walls comprise the original footprint of the old Oliver Mill adjacent to the Nemasket River. The painting vantage point is west facing and I'm actually standing within the mill walls - no roof though. The focal point of the painting is beyond the mill where the river widens out. Presumably the calmer, downstream waters offer better fishing opportunities for this snowy egret.<br /> <br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-35456879415822745442023-10-24T18:47:00.000-04:002023-10-24T18:47:08.310-04:00Bog Pumphouses<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5NqJNIvP0plhdjAxAunbvSPXmeZgRrBi-xXT0CNOPHm9NmmmHE2EqSm6z9dHVkRt7dlMy04EwUS0O-nKlUobwg6R0Le3kSRkB8-b7u6ZaEv_yKBiEKCGZjYsWFmk_SSt_1DjDDQCmg8JWhTeeK8c6EAaV9PZmu892CU3QdnuQJwjwIwmIoSvNZGnWiOE/s3936/Bog%20Pumphouses%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1940" data-original-width="3936" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5NqJNIvP0plhdjAxAunbvSPXmeZgRrBi-xXT0CNOPHm9NmmmHE2EqSm6z9dHVkRt7dlMy04EwUS0O-nKlUobwg6R0Le3kSRkB8-b7u6ZaEv_yKBiEKCGZjYsWFmk_SSt_1DjDDQCmg8JWhTeeK8c6EAaV9PZmu892CU3QdnuQJwjwIwmIoSvNZGnWiOE/s320/Bog%20Pumphouses%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bog Pumphouses<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>A friend and I painted at this huge cranberry bog in Middleboro, MA. The winding road with three visible pump houses attracted my attention right away. I hoped to capture the perspective of just how big these bogs were by virtue of the diminishing size of the three structures.</p><p>The day started out a little cloudy and dismal, but gradually, it brightened. Light changes can dramatically affect your painting. "Chasing the light," is a common mistake, meaning, you paint your initial scheme of light as it appears (in this case cloudy - very pretty). Then things may change. The lighting scheme brightens and we observe the new light and paint that (in this case it became full sun).</p><p>The funny thing is, if you are really engrossed in the process, light changes may not be immediately apparent. It's sometimes only when you start sweating that you realize it got warm and sunny :). I did chase the light a bit, but since I worked the far horizon first, which is cooler and bluer - even on a sunny day, painting a sunny foreground an hour later worked fine. I did have to go back and add the shadowy section on the road to be consistent.</p><p>I thought about adding the first visitor to our area of the bog - a coyote! It was walking through the bog straight toward us but then, about 40 feet away, took a right turn away! Yikes! Plein air can be very exciting!<br /></p><p><br /><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-65538708086994545052023-07-15T14:03:00.002-04:002023-07-15T14:10:18.972-04:00Roses Oval<p>While I was working on garden paintings this spring, I was inspired to tackle "the oval" yet again. I have pulled this canvas out and worked it at least 4 or 5 times and then put it away again. I've never been quite happy with this oval floral.</p><p>The pink roses version shown was the first try. Ironically, this was probably the best one. The roses sit nicely within the curved shape - but I didn't recognize that back then. The subsequent versions (which I didn't take pictures of) gradually filled up the space and the roses got bigger. This white roses version is finally the rendering I have settled on. I do like the addition of the bees and the warm translucent shadows of the white rose petals.<br /></p><p>And to prove that I'm done, I'm showing it framed. :)</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmOvrOrl2MOaeIUPUTLc-jAVZexLuX9D3LkCqLPYZ3FdA4CnTpnCQPc7vdW4QhC4kA1fQ933ASiaxvC_UnlOZSHnYHzGeZCBHSXEV4NjBNUvb9YMe-qqu7LR_pMSzOTzLS7CzIc23o3YIKepSt4Bf7GNwOorgNnnihS8Z8PbdwQQoLR0rKC6deNKm2s9n/s3800/White%20Roses%20Oval%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3172" data-original-width="3800" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmOvrOrl2MOaeIUPUTLc-jAVZexLuX9D3LkCqLPYZ3FdA4CnTpnCQPc7vdW4QhC4kA1fQ933ASiaxvC_UnlOZSHnYHzGeZCBHSXEV4NjBNUvb9YMe-qqu7LR_pMSzOTzLS7CzIc23o3YIKepSt4Bf7GNwOorgNnnihS8Z8PbdwQQoLR0rKC6deNKm2s9n/s320/White%20Roses%20Oval%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">White Roses Oval<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVr-Y_wwfOGsqfyvJASCG34DarAfpJ-l2y2tJA5Una-MlW6-krm2P1qDCsUvyPm4v5rc-9mg9bqEr2uC-uF_iSDOZu2uLAYf9zXgS1uL83WsUlOS8_QqyX-ikFOdBCr-NBurZDBaHZ54WfXIRtb3nnmaUedk-QyIpyq7l3cOQwWSIlPoTXXotAE7JNPC4u/s3393/Pink%20Roses%20Oval%20-%20Original.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3393" data-original-width="2785" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVr-Y_wwfOGsqfyvJASCG34DarAfpJ-l2y2tJA5Una-MlW6-krm2P1qDCsUvyPm4v5rc-9mg9bqEr2uC-uF_iSDOZu2uLAYf9zXgS1uL83WsUlOS8_QqyX-ikFOdBCr-NBurZDBaHZ54WfXIRtb3nnmaUedk-QyIpyq7l3cOQwWSIlPoTXXotAE7JNPC4u/s320/Pink%20Roses%20Oval%20-%20Original.JPG" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pink Rose Oval - Painted Over<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-60583236316347009952023-07-10T18:44:00.004-04:002023-07-10T18:44:27.746-04:00Frontage<p> I recently painted the frontage view of my house. It served as a warm up for the Garden Tour paint out that was taking place the following week. I was most interested with mixing up the best greens for late June and I figured the nearby garden where I would paint was be similar. The color of the greens was where the similarity stopped! It was a glorious expansive garden.</p><p>This is a kidney shaped bed that has an old (not visible) tree stump in the middle of it. We created this planting bed after the tree fell in a storm. We opted to be lazy and just build up the soil around it and plant some shrubs. My lamppost and planter frame the entrance to the driveway and it will always be that way. :)</p><p><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHiWZojSHCibDIoYYI7mz0V-XImMQbR154XD94TwPp3NaBZpYWz_tfLqnrIn5b3TVkVfCSTMnMaqL7WcMPYJni1gBWg77SohRlU-8bYkXbkAd1G4dp9LvQauWPf2CE2UauJNVP6t5u4EoSMshfSz5SnsHVMNTdryrvJssxAeJRwxZgjEs-uoKRFgDSp3zY/s3633/Frontage%20-%20Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2710" data-original-width="3633" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHiWZojSHCibDIoYYI7mz0V-XImMQbR154XD94TwPp3NaBZpYWz_tfLqnrIn5b3TVkVfCSTMnMaqL7WcMPYJni1gBWg77SohRlU-8bYkXbkAd1G4dp9LvQauWPf2CE2UauJNVP6t5u4EoSMshfSz5SnsHVMNTdryrvJssxAeJRwxZgjEs-uoKRFgDSp3zY/s320/Frontage%20-%20Final.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frontage</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-92099587183779143302023-06-24T14:35:00.003-04:002023-06-24T14:35:22.147-04:00Garden Tour Splendor<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nrAmEneR4RiIOUVfLifezXPrD5nQGxZ2McgqwEU9O_Moig9dcMxlDgHCyVYaZgbVulMURyVk7vgJS9FzSOFQajRn3UbX6Eesyjf_6T-3NXcdXIc_84dKOdfNGl4rajcNCn-IOufn96eZrQCfhx0VVcJVagM7SAjDC9rGmP3jspBzX38Vt_SJzEbJfaJV/s3687/Garden%20Tour%20Splendor%20Progress.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2499" data-original-width="3687" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nrAmEneR4RiIOUVfLifezXPrD5nQGxZ2McgqwEU9O_Moig9dcMxlDgHCyVYaZgbVulMURyVk7vgJS9FzSOFQajRn3UbX6Eesyjf_6T-3NXcdXIc_84dKOdfNGl4rajcNCn-IOufn96eZrQCfhx0VVcJVagM7SAjDC9rGmP3jspBzX38Vt_SJzEbJfaJV/w200-h136/Garden%20Tour%20Splendor%20Progress.JPG" width="200" /></a></div> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Words cannot describe the beauty of the gorgeous garden where I painted recently. It was part of a garden tour and deservedly so. The garden lovers, myself included could not get over the many stunning scenes at this riverside oasis. Peonies were the star as it was the third week of June and there were hundreds of blooms decorating every square foot of garden space. I stood along a small pathway that led to the backdoor of this cedar shingle antique (circa 1740). The underbrush mulch was dark and warm, yet the walkway was also bright and warm - sort of breaking the color temperature rules of painting. I wanted the garden to dominate, but the house was so enticing that I gave it a bit of attention too.<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4PMfrHVVsjtMZqx_RS9rKj85zLsP8-GTz542hF6vUsiPA2pNhuN3nYZ6OkWPCag_H4vjraJ7moPQyoJfjHhghKsqTf0KPsVnoWZrNdJb9hvYXHyN3F4WNBQoRtrJy0qI_sCvWJebdMZihtWnSAA6V8LKTYe56b4Q2lbTvVeYj-8HT-AsW9sb-Y2eIcYz/s3464/Garden%20Tour%20Splendor%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2704" data-original-width="3464" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4PMfrHVVsjtMZqx_RS9rKj85zLsP8-GTz542hF6vUsiPA2pNhuN3nYZ6OkWPCag_H4vjraJ7moPQyoJfjHhghKsqTf0KPsVnoWZrNdJb9hvYXHyN3F4WNBQoRtrJy0qI_sCvWJebdMZihtWnSAA6V8LKTYe56b4Q2lbTvVeYj-8HT-AsW9sb-Y2eIcYz/w400-h313/Garden%20Tour%20Splendor%20-%20Final.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Garden Tour Splendor<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-24742179317588417932023-06-13T16:53:00.000-04:002023-06-13T16:53:03.984-04:00Brushy Texas Tidal Stream<p>At the East Beach salt march, things were surprisingly "non-green". It had a tan/pink look to it. I guess I was not expecting that a place like Galveston, known for its warm weather would have "winter" where growth turns brown and gusty winds blow. </p><p>The days still were relatively mild for us New Englanders. We set up for painting along the access road to East Beach where the shipping lanes for Houston parallel the shore. I faced a tidal inlet with the large, public bathhouse in the far distance. To the left, there was a constant flow of large colorful oil tankers. We also spotted plenty of natural elements like egrets and shore birds, presumably wintering from our areas in the north. </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDFAunzCyRBPI9BWNDB88qirhktpHEwMo5JT89KQwQW6BXu716VFvzv0YqqbnktlAS4GRPOsbAWOldK_1xJd9nyt5jVbBmUCc4s8b7ogwsbhXwqK_bkKknsgVfyxfUWhzKIxs36qWo1TWyZMhyttiS5Lbcx9s15VwkrMRG90jtk723tkXRmBoCjeQbw/s3885/Brushy%20Texas%20Tidal%20Stream%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2908" data-original-width="3885" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDFAunzCyRBPI9BWNDB88qirhktpHEwMo5JT89KQwQW6BXu716VFvzv0YqqbnktlAS4GRPOsbAWOldK_1xJd9nyt5jVbBmUCc4s8b7ogwsbhXwqK_bkKknsgVfyxfUWhzKIxs36qWo1TWyZMhyttiS5Lbcx9s15VwkrMRG90jtk723tkXRmBoCjeQbw/s320/Brushy%20Texas%20Tidal%20Stream%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brushy Texas Tidal Stream<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-61246302777740833572023-06-05T11:35:00.006-04:002023-06-05T11:35:58.237-04:00Stormy Beach in Winter<p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvnCfEZS9uVUN0greZk_C472Hl6DVnD4YV4W_KItivafmkFRSl6NaZA52t32LDaX2ABzX6O8bQCMt-Sgof8VuNUdszWn8l0HHenrgYjUBwA-2vnpfrNU915a1Qb3d-CBlmaYIuGBd1xaToKwun7v07HU2G7qPjO47xzI0RoAwzTaPimGstpLHlwBoyA/s3860/Stormy%20Beach%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2882" data-original-width="3860" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvnCfEZS9uVUN0greZk_C472Hl6DVnD4YV4W_KItivafmkFRSl6NaZA52t32LDaX2ABzX6O8bQCMt-Sgof8VuNUdszWn8l0HHenrgYjUBwA-2vnpfrNU915a1Qb3d-CBlmaYIuGBd1xaToKwun7v07HU2G7qPjO47xzI0RoAwzTaPimGstpLHlwBoyA/s320/Stormy%20Beach%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stormy Beach<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Several of the initial days we spent in Galveston this past winter were somewhat stormy. Galveston's winter colors were not as gray as New England, but the water and greenery were certainly not tropical looking! During the scene in this painting, the clouds were threatening rain and it did rain eventually, but there was time enough to capture what amounts to a color study.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-40273574441225193342023-05-30T17:54:00.000-04:002023-05-30T17:54:34.639-04:00Happy Days<p>Of the many lobster boats that chug in and out to sea via the Green Harbor River, the one that is always most recognizable to me is "Happy Days". I always loved the dazzling reflections from the afternoon sun on the shiny, bright, crimson bow. Usually a trail of seabirds can be seen escorting the vessel as it entered the channel. I'm thinking these seagulls on the shore have heard the racket and are on their way to join the party too!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0pRAxQMcQTXdLrNHGMCIAjCeFlbCngeRNt-Qt_OvXgq2CaEPVYoCkZtge0KZnTgFiu_ZtBRm0IuFHhoLWGwyE5IHrhSYECeFNyE90Ik0B-IboUWCRVtFYEY4sA0p1IMnWY7bZCl4Y0LsYFtg7o09X2WmWttRrsuc19MF_vBLQcTNnWlllj541NtrZQ/s3018/Happy%20Days%20-%20Final.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="3018" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0pRAxQMcQTXdLrNHGMCIAjCeFlbCngeRNt-Qt_OvXgq2CaEPVYoCkZtge0KZnTgFiu_ZtBRm0IuFHhoLWGwyE5IHrhSYECeFNyE90Ik0B-IboUWCRVtFYEY4sA0p1IMnWY7bZCl4Y0LsYFtg7o09X2WmWttRrsuc19MF_vBLQcTNnWlllj541NtrZQ/s320/Happy%20Days%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Days<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-70112768006811351052023-05-17T12:13:00.006-04:002023-05-17T12:13:55.319-04:00Beach Grasses and Sloping Seawall<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCMqHb5ZPJme3RcPnZzWQZUhb8qpql7FnKjUwedkKv2BFuSI_wHW88tgjTZDwaXR6QmCXK-s9Goa98-mmUOl5GNfR8Czt41h-UrzH7M-dsqlk2v9o7Qjhp8T7Xjc98OioOP_73LR-XL7S6-5OIZmGF6gOLcIo7wZv2gZy66rQ2YjVNRAR4kzg2nCgNQ/s3719/Beach%20Grasses%20and%20Sloping%20Seawall%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2914" data-original-width="3719" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCMqHb5ZPJme3RcPnZzWQZUhb8qpql7FnKjUwedkKv2BFuSI_wHW88tgjTZDwaXR6QmCXK-s9Goa98-mmUOl5GNfR8Czt41h-UrzH7M-dsqlk2v9o7Qjhp8T7Xjc98OioOP_73LR-XL7S6-5OIZmGF6gOLcIo7wZv2gZy66rQ2YjVNRAR4kzg2nCgNQ/s320/Beach%20Grasses%20and%20Sloping%20Seawall%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beach Grasses and Sloping Seawall<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Galveston's seawall is an important part of the island. After the hurricane of 1909 it was built in the hope of preventing the level of devastation that occurred. They say that every structure in Galveston sustained damage and hundreds of people died. The location of this painting was on the beach with the main seawall behind me. The large stone structure on the right is part of a seawall ramp down to the sand. It acted as a great wind blocker too! The painting also depicts one of the many jetties that jut out into the Gulf. It was a winter day to remember.<br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-25552222445998324552023-05-11T13:07:00.001-04:002023-05-11T13:07:17.291-04:00Two Boston Skylines from the South Shore<p>Along several locations on the South Shore, there are over-water vistas of the Boston skyline. These two scenes were both done plein air - one from Quincy and one from Hingham. </p><p>The Logan Airport approach corridor (presumably depending on the winds) crosses overland just to the west of the Atlantic shoreline, thus the jet and hints of colorful gas tank from Quincy.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VwTEUZdIxQF8FNU0yVcoXgOb-xNp_vm9fKpT0MWb3cHamHAdnb4Yu99GIscIvs-3p2O8124JXOYrKFiHO6cLAP2kWDT4rUA4vux8khVqbSX2zBfc8mat-KuXxm8KS-B6S-_rG7kmo2tEHw_J5HYorbnBGkDMSmQu1eD_ALpnZpxuXHGogcJo0k5VGA/s3553/Pink%20Boston%20Skyline%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="3553" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VwTEUZdIxQF8FNU0yVcoXgOb-xNp_vm9fKpT0MWb3cHamHAdnb4Yu99GIscIvs-3p2O8124JXOYrKFiHO6cLAP2kWDT4rUA4vux8khVqbSX2zBfc8mat-KuXxm8KS-B6S-_rG7kmo2tEHw_J5HYorbnBGkDMSmQu1eD_ALpnZpxuXHGogcJo0k5VGA/s320/Pink%20Boston%20Skyline%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pink Boston Skyline<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p> </p><p>The second skyline is from a vantage a bit further south at Crow Point in Hingham. This is a gorgeous spot in which many waterfront homes, are graced with their own docks. </p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN37J5tWUYjz4Rn0AeSZz14RyXpQiDcyhbmF8drxuihbFPQcHWJ8aV_qGW8lqXIoJAymxVVq-4gmMXHO_G1AxTBiZ1K8EAl9FKfxiWhJdWvmTsBB9Nk_OvwsIIN5iHJ4U9gxMm7vDYXYEhmvvBWliE3x4dg5QCc4_SupSBzbnGC_UsQ2Wd1YQLF2XTRw/s4430/Boston%20Skyline%20from%20Crow%20Point%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2107" data-original-width="4430" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN37J5tWUYjz4Rn0AeSZz14RyXpQiDcyhbmF8drxuihbFPQcHWJ8aV_qGW8lqXIoJAymxVVq-4gmMXHO_G1AxTBiZ1K8EAl9FKfxiWhJdWvmTsBB9Nk_OvwsIIN5iHJ4U9gxMm7vDYXYEhmvvBWliE3x4dg5QCc4_SupSBzbnGC_UsQ2Wd1YQLF2XTRw/s320/Boston%20Skyline%20from%20Crow%20Point%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boston Skyline from Crow Point<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p>The paint mixing and application for the sky and water were done thickly via palette knife. The buildings and hard-scape elements were done with brush - thick nonetheless. These are the summer colors of New England; we seldom see turquoise!<br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-26259987256015499392023-05-03T14:30:00.001-04:002023-05-03T14:30:20.703-04:00Full Moon Dog Walk<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE_lo0366WAUIR9bEawMxilICaReX8tnVpPmcVoEZ8gjISAu_N8Fg6ADw463Pqxnkqur18jxbSDQgefvHwM_gyPClQz92rAUnohrpn9vqtpA8NJbwlC4A03-Xy1OSBy-haKwCNWPxTNZwJ2P_L41uaJ_r5PVdaxpKHQ7YjGTD54V4RtjczoQhZYbGHQ/s2294/Full%20Moon%20Dog%20Walk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2294" data-original-width="2294" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE_lo0366WAUIR9bEawMxilICaReX8tnVpPmcVoEZ8gjISAu_N8Fg6ADw463Pqxnkqur18jxbSDQgefvHwM_gyPClQz92rAUnohrpn9vqtpA8NJbwlC4A03-Xy1OSBy-haKwCNWPxTNZwJ2P_L41uaJ_r5PVdaxpKHQ7YjGTD54V4RtjczoQhZYbGHQ/s320/Full%20Moon%20Dog%20Walk.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Full Moon Dog Walk<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Living at the shore, anytime, day or night, people would stroll to the seawall and enjoy all the beach has to offer. The full moon always seemed to draw people outside even more and I have no shortage of spectacular pictures of the moon rising out of the water. This full moon scene isn't quite as dramatic as those over-the-horizon full moons, but it was bright enough to cast fascinating blue shadows. The dog walker took advantage of the moonlight for his pooch's last trip out of the day - and no flashlight needed.</p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-22086986396041684712023-04-25T18:23:00.003-04:002023-04-25T18:23:27.417-04:00Pleasure Pier Morning<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmSbUIb5Rx1sCekP5vMSJCuyRIxWx8wBECeoL7KdHOfNgTQz5L_hqSxYUt-e5mwAaLUGpw_6NJZlJhkj4xeNamdfboqCtJyvWotHyQHBHkwPNBHJkX9vCFSVl7b5Vf_SCn3snJZCTed-xYdSzWqEOvMslByDHBFtoBbzLVViVaQQ13udwSIY9eWXAoQ/s4204/Pleasure%20Pier%20Morning%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2110" data-original-width="4204" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmSbUIb5Rx1sCekP5vMSJCuyRIxWx8wBECeoL7KdHOfNgTQz5L_hqSxYUt-e5mwAaLUGpw_6NJZlJhkj4xeNamdfboqCtJyvWotHyQHBHkwPNBHJkX9vCFSVl7b5Vf_SCn3snJZCTed-xYdSzWqEOvMslByDHBFtoBbzLVViVaQQ13udwSIY9eWXAoQ/s320/Pleasure%20Pier%20Morning%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pleasure Pier Morning<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>The Galveston Island shoreline is an amazing twenty-five miles long, and no matter how far we ventured along the beaches we could always spot the amusement rides of the Pleasure Pier in the distance. It became a landmark for us and so one morning we painted from a spot just south of the pier. The roller coaster, Ferris wheel and carnival food buildings were backlit and looked almost monochrome with the morning mist. This tonal scene changed dramatically in the afternoon when it had dazzling, bright sunshine and at night with all the flashing neon lights. </p><p> This was how I best remember it best - from our many morning walks.<br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-41182187860432484062023-04-19T15:13:00.000-04:002023-04-19T15:13:48.028-04:00Wild Primrose<p>Is this the yellow rose of Texas? That was the question in my head as I set up to paint. It was the sole blossom I saw at a marshy beach-bordering area on the easternmost point of Galveston Island. I do know it was a primrose, because there was a nature trail display describing the natural elements here. I loved that there was also winter clover everywhere I looked, lush and green. New friends, Galveston neighbors, said that once the heat of spring, summer and fall arrives, things dry out and no there is no sign of such moist greenery.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKl11OCxgSA5ZzcpvcK4W9s3XV_tQmvBBkc1fGcy1TtyF657q9qMjtGoIWkrIdnCv2Oy7__Lj9UhWPG385Dthjl7Z2CgQECCP30zdLANaHWQ9RCYbA3V_em8B7DCcLHtvibBRovlTyVs-O8b1fTYCAPESkSPkPi0UFwwBrK_oFrzzdDVKWpF3DSG2oA/s3484/Primrose%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2463" data-original-width="3484" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKl11OCxgSA5ZzcpvcK4W9s3XV_tQmvBBkc1fGcy1TtyF657q9qMjtGoIWkrIdnCv2Oy7__Lj9UhWPG385Dthjl7Z2CgQECCP30zdLANaHWQ9RCYbA3V_em8B7DCcLHtvibBRovlTyVs-O8b1fTYCAPESkSPkPi0UFwwBrK_oFrzzdDVKWpF3DSG2oA/s320/Primrose%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wild Primrose<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-74364803269192269382023-04-12T12:57:00.002-04:002023-04-12T12:57:17.078-04:00Quarry Climb<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGg0oC_mtpBEw3uvyXuxntQM0eDxGB5b1GesVdnvYmArhlvE8VcARzeav8WV_RAvhv5MsgJ01CCqCyY0Uv5XnevnqWae4t6IDOzusAY3qCNmbmYnZAEbpmqi4Iwk9QnTQmn71udrpYXuGEw_bLsDGbvDGh5S9-K-Bx3y0MU1PAQ6FklNhvfa7hWTZrHw/s3106/Quarry%20Climb%20-%20final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2326" data-original-width="3106" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGg0oC_mtpBEw3uvyXuxntQM0eDxGB5b1GesVdnvYmArhlvE8VcARzeav8WV_RAvhv5MsgJ01CCqCyY0Uv5XnevnqWae4t6IDOzusAY3qCNmbmYnZAEbpmqi4Iwk9QnTQmn71udrpYXuGEw_bLsDGbvDGh5S9-K-Bx3y0MU1PAQ6FklNhvfa7hWTZrHw/s320/Quarry%20Climb%20-%20final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quarry Climb<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>It was 1825 when the Quincy Quarries were opened. The granite for the
Bunker Hill Monument, the Provincetown tower, and several piers around Boston sourced their stone from Quincy. It was a major economic industry and active mining operation until 1963. </p><p>After the closures, the quarries themselves slowly began to fill with water. They became popular - and dangerous - for swimming and cliff jumping. Numerous people died jumping into the
flooded pits, and eventually it was closed to the public. </p><div class="htlad-Place_page_inline"></div>
<p>At the turn of the century, a novel solution was deployed during Boston’s “Big Dig” project. The massive amounts of fill from the central artery tunnel was used to fill the pits, creating a safer perimeter for the large granite outcroppings.<br /></p>Today the Quincy Quarries connects to the Blue Hill Reservation trail
system and is open to the public. People explore, rock climb, and enjoy views of the Boston skyline. As depicted in the painting, some (many?) use their medium of choice (spray paint) to adorn large slabs of granite as well!<br />Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-29884558198829149492023-03-31T15:39:00.000-04:002023-03-31T15:39:43.946-04:00Brown Pelican<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCIOvssvfhhs36vq5tnDrAPtbViPoft0BFcNKt4XjMb-Bt5nVtftJpPOPjSV3AZCx-O5cNFpTdhgFJcREOniYLGdxvcn-dLtI32OUZcvHO8vF-GpR8e0vOaYnOtUdtvaz9wjsik8CFcxCG8tdx6-phuosX9zlUJ5bYHwOSpJclfw2nvvFLeWJcVD0vA/s3355/Brown%20Pelican%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2524" data-original-width="3355" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCIOvssvfhhs36vq5tnDrAPtbViPoft0BFcNKt4XjMb-Bt5nVtftJpPOPjSV3AZCx-O5cNFpTdhgFJcREOniYLGdxvcn-dLtI32OUZcvHO8vF-GpR8e0vOaYnOtUdtvaz9wjsik8CFcxCG8tdx6-phuosX9zlUJ5bYHwOSpJclfw2nvvFLeWJcVD0vA/w200-h151/Brown%20Pelican%20-%20Final.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brown Pelican<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>At Seawolf Park in Galveston, TX, there is an enormous boardwalk with WWII vessels, and several fishing piers that overlook the busy channel complete with oil tankers, auto ferries and cruise ships. We chose this spot for the views and all the channel action. I had plenty of visitors while I painted, military personnel, tourists, and fishermen. The friendliest observer of all though was this (not shy) brown pelican. He literally landed on this railing from a glide roughly two feet above my head. If he wasn't in this painting, I'd be leaving out the most memorable part of the experience.</p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-84496923224591037202022-08-11T13:41:00.002-04:002022-08-11T13:41:14.263-04:00Shimmery Silk<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFEZF7jLb-4ll0z-eSZErBRDmG0PY-XPPov6NxfmTsjwugB4p7XDtFycOc5vDqKOLwtm8SefkRABPPWkXsaXSBpxODDt1zUcHONJrX5UtoqRQT_b2t4hJqTABKZb1Wl7E-i6q52FfoH5N2Ur0RtWKdPp0b7x3N4Ip8QVnFZfGbbu4jKEVOtQtQDiYcw/s3902/Shimmery%20Silk%20-%20Final%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3902" data-original-width="3050" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFEZF7jLb-4ll0z-eSZErBRDmG0PY-XPPov6NxfmTsjwugB4p7XDtFycOc5vDqKOLwtm8SefkRABPPWkXsaXSBpxODDt1zUcHONJrX5UtoqRQT_b2t4hJqTABKZb1Wl7E-i6q52FfoH5N2Ur0RtWKdPp0b7x3N4Ip8QVnFZfGbbu4jKEVOtQtQDiYcw/s320/Shimmery%20Silk%20-%20Final%20Final.JPG" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shimmery Silk<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> It was literally 95 degrees and humid when a group of painters gathered in Adams Common in Quincy, MA for a live model paintout. We had two hours which was enough with that heat. Our wonderful model wore a pure silk skirt that gathered at the waist and of course only enhanced her perfect physique.</p><p>I used sight sizing to capture the drawing and once I switched to color paint I "wiped off" my extra paint repeatedly on the background which started to build up an abstract and harmonious wallpaper. The added bonus was a multi-cultural concert going on. It was a happening place!<br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-24315032845581508432022-08-02T20:43:00.004-04:002022-08-03T12:10:13.453-04:00Turtle in Turquoise<p> </p><p> </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMENoqNCLltvAzb3ykFq7omT8s5dRu8li8aiWKZOmvd8vDIY4dpUOqqRiA0lh1ec8mMvJwwxicjaDVW-IlEpVSERnDaoeM3rtQ0-4oCh2VCPmDsWc5P_xT1t56Rx0EvQNg6y0WPKxIkf1Ta7-C4Qs_4I4WJjuLKDp_X15C0V-1QcaqyKzufjf9ijS53A/s1462/Turtle%20in%20Turquoise%20-%20Final.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1461" data-original-width="1462" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMENoqNCLltvAzb3ykFq7omT8s5dRu8li8aiWKZOmvd8vDIY4dpUOqqRiA0lh1ec8mMvJwwxicjaDVW-IlEpVSERnDaoeM3rtQ0-4oCh2VCPmDsWc5P_xT1t56Rx0EvQNg6y0WPKxIkf1Ta7-C4Qs_4I4WJjuLKDp_X15C0V-1QcaqyKzufjf9ijS53A/s320/Turtle%20in%20Turquoise%20-%20Final.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turtle in Turquoise<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>This sea turtle is rehabilitating in Florida thus my close proximity. They are really magnificent creatures, and hopefully this guy will be back in the deep blue ocean before long. I took some liberty with the water color - not deep ocean ultramarine but turquoise. The added design of twirly ripples and glare are the backdrop for this crusty, old guy.<br /><br /><p></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-49748268635876503192022-07-26T16:03:00.006-04:002022-07-27T10:00:54.839-04:00Laura Portrait<p>This is a life class portrait of a fellow painter who became the model for one night. She is a spectacular portrait painter and I wanted to do a good job. As I mentioned in blogs past, the more flawless the face, the more difficult it is to honor the beauty. I did my best and I reworked the nose area multiple times! The brushstrokes for hair on the other hand were fun and free flowing.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrAbjRuyn0vCZ26yyffMdAve9qKCWZOYE37FcS5631fb_dcveCm8DW4P1zXBg75Bp-lvL1Mg45nPl--9j_ZpAYZoJrs-WHeABS93y2QTZPG48rh0LcbEp-6xczACQg73ZZTe6TB9ha7WlA2X13sQlwlvBFjALUr1ZtnVp2iyr0jmXMp-xSS70I55DnQ/s923/Laurie%20-%20Final.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="692" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrAbjRuyn0vCZ26yyffMdAve9qKCWZOYE37FcS5631fb_dcveCm8DW4P1zXBg75Bp-lvL1Mg45nPl--9j_ZpAYZoJrs-WHeABS93y2QTZPG48rh0LcbEp-6xczACQg73ZZTe6TB9ha7WlA2X13sQlwlvBFjALUr1ZtnVp2iyr0jmXMp-xSS70I55DnQ/s320/Laurie%20-%20Final.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Laura</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-76567159740548664292022-07-20T07:20:00.006-04:002022-07-20T07:20:57.988-04:00Driftway Overlook<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuaXW1neobk2bf-0fEoSKvAnlqvCNI4OWbLfYnm8nz6mpxxVUtQDv4xtyS4LlwGcxfAVvwKCziSBI7iJXPAYpnG953cXTML7d6laMA9t2cStc_SNzEzDzwucEx-3yEQ_HumL1ESXm6COhghviIhamEGout225gIoZ5sycVLKk-eYdxgoURe20F6MEXw/s4608/Conservation%20Park%20at%20North%20River%20-%20Set%20up.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuaXW1neobk2bf-0fEoSKvAnlqvCNI4OWbLfYnm8nz6mpxxVUtQDv4xtyS4LlwGcxfAVvwKCziSBI7iJXPAYpnG953cXTML7d6laMA9t2cStc_SNzEzDzwucEx-3yEQ_HumL1ESXm6COhghviIhamEGout225gIoZ5sycVLKk-eYdxgoURe20F6MEXw/w200-h150/Conservation%20Park%20at%20North%20River%20-%20Set%20up.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Set up<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p> </p><p>What a location! This "little" North River is a tributary to the "big" part of the North River that separates Scituate, MA from Marshfield, MA. The tidal flow causes the river levels to rise and fall along with the ocean tides. At the start of my painting, the riverbanks were expansive yet by the time I finished up, the silty borders had started to diminish. The stream of kayaks never diminished so I included a few in the painting. </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrj1gcbIQn3S9sSoWARnFEYwMvuovP3PI9Rxr3G7kicB5K0C0Hk1nhned--WTSZjBabUjpuvSs2QpxkyBOIXZQLpINdRoigYvLOlInFH84UQe0wHyOBQsAuM2DLwLln_FLhPtB2z25OzG2eI1vW6ltxyP4kWKU7P4-qkS4qtXhpMfQjWY86B8xSEEMsA/s4608/Conservation%20Park%20at%20North%20River%20-%20Stage%20One.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrj1gcbIQn3S9sSoWARnFEYwMvuovP3PI9Rxr3G7kicB5K0C0Hk1nhned--WTSZjBabUjpuvSs2QpxkyBOIXZQLpINdRoigYvLOlInFH84UQe0wHyOBQsAuM2DLwLln_FLhPtB2z25OzG2eI1vW6ltxyP4kWKU7P4-qkS4qtXhpMfQjWY86B8xSEEMsA/w200-h150/Conservation%20Park%20at%20North%20River%20-%20Stage%20One.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage One<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p>This, for me, was also a good example of how distorted color can be in a photograph. I had held up scoops of paint against each of the major local colors while I was painting. By my judgement, I had achieved pretty precise color matches. Yet when I printed my reference photo back in the studio, the blues were oh so blue, the lightest shades of sand were white and the reddish undertones of the pilings on the left were black. The reference was useful then only to check the drawing - not color.</p><p></p><p><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqdcFMhtI73T46tnnxgI3yAIBatyBS5bfz_H0Y76KEY5IBR7-ulSW4fP657nrxpXTj-t0FljMuI9hnv4r-skIxaD7M1LMmpDEk39p_dMcK0uXPX_sz1nwlNmw5F4751UytH5iXHCPT5CuU5p9lvQszr_hPfPopWYY98otpMHuUuOW1YH1h5spyStdrg/s3598/Conservation%20Park%20at%20North%20River%20-%20Stage%20Two.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2282" data-original-width="3598" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqdcFMhtI73T46tnnxgI3yAIBatyBS5bfz_H0Y76KEY5IBR7-ulSW4fP657nrxpXTj-t0FljMuI9hnv4r-skIxaD7M1LMmpDEk39p_dMcK0uXPX_sz1nwlNmw5F4751UytH5iXHCPT5CuU5p9lvQszr_hPfPopWYY98otpMHuUuOW1YH1h5spyStdrg/w200-h127/Conservation%20Park%20at%20North%20River%20-%20Stage%20Two.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage Two<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>Always let your eyes guide you on color. :)</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Q5QX77_X9qFGYiJ_OQFsrxT0Jsfi1bZD_TilQQzK-CNtlS8RhuWbaQf1lXqABsBaYuW1pZtuOSEhCEzeMxJXhOZHjMcVGc_0RwKYvJujrSvWe8ARNgh0RJNrqYwfx26D1riDqxc4nYu7MrKltYvXd7TQ-6xMqpzFmyCmu4WRSbkCa4c4YTC1oIpvBw/s4176/Driftway%20Overlook%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4176" data-original-width="3276" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Q5QX77_X9qFGYiJ_OQFsrxT0Jsfi1bZD_TilQQzK-CNtlS8RhuWbaQf1lXqABsBaYuW1pZtuOSEhCEzeMxJXhOZHjMcVGc_0RwKYvJujrSvWe8ARNgh0RJNrqYwfx26D1riDqxc4nYu7MrKltYvXd7TQ-6xMqpzFmyCmu4WRSbkCa4c4YTC1oIpvBw/s320/Driftway%20Overlook%20-%20Final.JPG" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Driftway Overlook<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-12873853156890911052022-07-14T12:43:00.000-04:002022-07-14T12:43:11.790-04:00Britt Portrait<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1r99uA-dRA1ZHItYfWh479ppvV4AIOd7wbQclo59sCgiZnTLpByV72TQsl2K3mR3I0hotmvn9cij-d8rPrP60OtBveRXbvqvX8hE89bc0GVK6hcYAmtK_hC-HrTha7KCTumXDhKdOEpJjeyvUf-_baBvHYqcbUeyBo2_oxwmqY71G6Tob2UVVxtOQZw/s4608/Britt%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1r99uA-dRA1ZHItYfWh479ppvV4AIOd7wbQclo59sCgiZnTLpByV72TQsl2K3mR3I0hotmvn9cij-d8rPrP60OtBveRXbvqvX8hE89bc0GVK6hcYAmtK_hC-HrTha7KCTumXDhKdOEpJjeyvUf-_baBvHYqcbUeyBo2_oxwmqY71G6Tob2UVVxtOQZw/s320/Britt%20-%20Final.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Britt</td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p> </p><p>Painting from life is a challenging and rewarding undertaking. This model had beautiful distinctive features which helped in establishing facial "landmarks." Her flesh tones seemed pale under the studio spotlights so I took the liberty of giving this lovely woman high color.<br /><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-42530254209726849582022-07-06T20:52:00.001-04:002022-07-06T20:52:16.006-04:00Rows of Harbor Slips<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRinCS04115N8tzzAjWvGCd6dsLDsJcWYxahaqnlwJC0FqL8xIQC8ac7_hTwTjZQPWovn0Xga2138YSf4LQVPMU_2HHXpE2K8MG3JVrFJ7x3MWL7ZMXJQrOom0bz0Da5iD5Xk_y0YuWXXAseuIRHdq_JLHqX9Ku8ap8eWIVVYscST7o6pvSlpVW66uQ/s4009/Rows%20of%20Slips%20Set%20up%20St%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2270" data-original-width="4009" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRinCS04115N8tzzAjWvGCd6dsLDsJcWYxahaqnlwJC0FqL8xIQC8ac7_hTwTjZQPWovn0Xga2138YSf4LQVPMU_2HHXpE2K8MG3JVrFJ7x3MWL7ZMXJQrOom0bz0Da5iD5Xk_y0YuWXXAseuIRHdq_JLHqX9Ku8ap8eWIVVYscST7o6pvSlpVW66uQ/s320/Rows%20of%20Slips%20Set%20up%20St%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rows of Harbor Slips - In Progress<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>There is a perfectly located municipal building along the water in Scituate, MA. Apparently the building is not in use, so I was happy to enjoy the spot for painting, along with others who had also discovered a view that could only enhance their morning coffee.</p><p><br /> </p><p>The wide aspect of this canvas (8x16 inches) was nicely suited for depicting a sweeping vista that included rows of boat slips, the distant Second Cliff, a long dock with boathouse and even the privacy fence of the next property to the south.<br /><br /><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_7Bq6l_k3pO99xnkZ9GMZ6SHRuuNKl42ztOATQ2mml3D0WWYqAyhHKn3yNDDJPJlJARnA4k1ioi8QrE0oVFGwAqbTXFNETg_-tpJYJ4U2qAB42ACAycx-4XYbuGK_Uy6hJn1s4Hhk2xwO4xpP-ahFa6emX43FOq8hqOuMD44Nt4QU3HfXUrwOqyqhA/s4211/Rows%20of%20Slips%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2062" data-original-width="4211" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_7Bq6l_k3pO99xnkZ9GMZ6SHRuuNKl42ztOATQ2mml3D0WWYqAyhHKn3yNDDJPJlJARnA4k1ioi8QrE0oVFGwAqbTXFNETg_-tpJYJ4U2qAB42ACAycx-4XYbuGK_Uy6hJn1s4Hhk2xwO4xpP-ahFa6emX43FOq8hqOuMD44Nt4QU3HfXUrwOqyqhA/s320/Rows%20of%20Slips%20-%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rows of Harbor Slips<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-66561546940813355932022-06-28T12:08:00.004-04:002022-06-28T12:08:40.467-04:00Best Walk - Shore Walk<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTWf355GGviyG8hq5X1_QOTjZ9f2FKB1t1gOMFNOUWJAIpSvRUj6IbN0GnUQamj3yknJcSDi2jZ5OP4izaXe-IRih-DRiRjuUiu866yozeer04TlYlPhCImViPo8Nb8YtRjCE688Ou5Kt-P37dMXjjvrQVZADWWb7IRe2ToJ7SmJSgd3Keu5-s1gmOA/s4175/Best%20Walk%20-%20Shore%20Walk%20-%20Quincy%20-%20Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4175" data-original-width="3289" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTWf355GGviyG8hq5X1_QOTjZ9f2FKB1t1gOMFNOUWJAIpSvRUj6IbN0GnUQamj3yknJcSDi2jZ5OP4izaXe-IRih-DRiRjuUiu866yozeer04TlYlPhCImViPo8Nb8YtRjCE688Ou5Kt-P37dMXjjvrQVZADWWb7IRe2ToJ7SmJSgd3Keu5-s1gmOA/w253-h320/Best%20Walk%20-%20Shore%20Walk%20-%20Quincy%20-%20Final.JPG" width="253" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best Walk - Shore Walk<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>My sister has a keen eye for composition and she often sends me her photo gems that she thinks could make a good painting. Now anyone who paints knows that you are not supposed to use another person's photos because they technically own the copyrights. So this little arrangement works out pretty well for me. This painting was done from a iphone photo she took while scouring Quincy for me as I prepared for the Quincy Arts Festival. Compositionally it has strong lines and you know I like to paint water. </p><p>The painting did win a special ribbon which was awarded in honor of the late Kelly Cobble (known for her legendary support of all things creative and historical in Quincy, MA). I was honored to hear that - she went out of her way to make us feel welcome at the Quincy Art Association.<br /><br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-54009924856039864422022-06-16T11:41:00.003-04:002022-06-16T11:42:07.288-04:00Katherine Middleton Portrait<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Wrmya2b21JarKGURUUMF8T1eOGQebCZeQ8kFPVr3DZ4SWI6PPhIdkfeO4fFDmtqXwf8hAMmp5zsk8ypU_eIQrRfJaFvJQPPsHtfPcJSi43QqzaMihtH9roOd4jhdmjhebsi1lea-D1_RsC0nT6loVMnf63rs9n7bTTSsaEP2Kwym4MBPprS_FD8Qqg/s3442/Duchess%20-%20Final.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3442" data-original-width="2582" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Wrmya2b21JarKGURUUMF8T1eOGQebCZeQ8kFPVr3DZ4SWI6PPhIdkfeO4fFDmtqXwf8hAMmp5zsk8ypU_eIQrRfJaFvJQPPsHtfPcJSi43QqzaMihtH9roOd4jhdmjhebsi1lea-D1_RsC0nT6loVMnf63rs9n7bTTSsaEP2Kwym4MBPprS_FD8Qqg/s320/Duchess%20-%20Final.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duchess</td></tr></tbody></table> I hope you immediately recognize this portrait as the Duchess of Cambridge, Kate Middleton. My goal was to capture her likeness <i>and</i> keep a loose feel to the painting with mostly soft edges. This was done from a freeze frame from a video I found. There is a bit of shine on this photo here, but I'm happy to reveal that it won First Place in Oils at the recent Quincy Artfest.<br /><br /><p></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664782169151863748.post-88439853243450223102022-04-18T13:55:00.000-04:002022-04-18T13:55:08.825-04:00Yarn Shop Through the Looking Glass<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBl3Ff4HpTnKp35aIqOEQaJrWN4_Sjz2O0lI9OcozXyfgxaBaCFLZzPowoQyNjo0uhIWFPG9R9Np8vw2aHthPILavgYr6uh7ybyLO3bvkfmIJ1Gxafs8vwXDu3GiOz799EIm9qgU54ZSv1kpkvD-RVMQk2SmUU7WiLywHZBt0zWk8EinYnQ2ykWEEZlg/s2900/Yarn%20Shop%20Thru%20the%20Looking%20Glass%20-%20Final%20Round%20in%20Hoop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2900" data-original-width="2878" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBl3Ff4HpTnKp35aIqOEQaJrWN4_Sjz2O0lI9OcozXyfgxaBaCFLZzPowoQyNjo0uhIWFPG9R9Np8vw2aHthPILavgYr6uh7ybyLO3bvkfmIJ1Gxafs8vwXDu3GiOz799EIm9qgU54ZSv1kpkvD-RVMQk2SmUU7WiLywHZBt0zWk8EinYnQ2ykWEEZlg/s320/Yarn%20Shop%20Thru%20the%20Looking%20Glass%20-%20Final%20Round%20in%20Hoop.JPG" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yarn Shop Through the Looking Glass<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Occasionally my husband and I wander through local estate sales. We usually come away with books or DVDs and he is always on the hunt for unusual tools. Last year I found this solid wood embroidery hoop. Its sturdy, large size triggered the idea that it could be used as a frame for a piece of painting canvas. I mounted the canvas and trimmed off the excess and there it sat. I toyed with the idea of doing some kind of round abstract painting just for fun. I started making circular marks in southwestern colors. I doodled on it a bit. I finally decided that whatever it was, I wanted it to relate to fiber art. Thus, here it is; the interior scene of a yarn shop - a porthole view.<br /></p>Maureen Vezina Art Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09107708809111850205noreply@blogger.com0