by Ruth | May 26, 2012 | Blog Art is Truth, Farm Life
Every year for as long as I can remember, my family has spent Memorial Day Weekend honoring our family and loved ones at the cemetery. Other families would head to the beach, the mountains, or camping. We would spend the weekend at home, remembering those who had gone...
by Ruth | Mar 28, 2012 | Blog Art is Truth, creative process, Farm Life, figure paintings, Paintings
I finally feel like this painting has come together today. As I painted it, the vivid colors really looked garish, but I think I have subdued them enough now. I wanted to use bright colors, but still create a soft, delicate mood to go with the gesture of the figure...
by Ruth | Jan 12, 2012 | Art Collectors, Blog Art is Truth, creative process, Farm Life, My Work on Display, New Paintings
Re-entering the studio is never easy after a holiday. It always requires some time to get the flow back. This year, I decided to start back with acrylic, the most forgiving medium. I’m working on a series of pieces about the dark forest. I want it to feel like a...
by Ruth | Dec 16, 2011 | Blog Art is Truth, Farm Life
It’s been busier than usual around here, with the holidays right around the corner, kids coming and going from college, and new critters here on the farm. An art and facebook friend Katherine Dunn posted an appeal from a friend of hers who needed to re-home two...
by Ruth | Nov 8, 2011 | Blog Art is Truth, Farm Life, Fun with Art, My Work on Display
It has been a busy weekend here in Oregon City! Friday night I had my opening at Blenda Tyvoll’s Victorhill Farm, just up the road. It was a very nice party and we were busy all evening. I had some nice sales, and a lot of fun too! Thanks to everyone who...
by Ruth | Oct 27, 2011 | Artwork online, Blog Art is Truth, creative process, Farm Life, My Work on Display
I don’t know what it is about fall weather that kindles so much energy for me… maybe it’s the crisp foggy air, the promise of spiced cider, freshly planted hyacinths, the warm scent of pumpkins and the catharsis of clearing out the garden after...
