Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities.

For more than sixty years I have studied, collected, repaired, and bought and sold antique dolls. They have been back ground music in my life at every stage, sometimes louder, sometimes subdued, but always there with me. To see only the posts about dolls on this blog, click the banner on the right titled Dolls for My Red Cape. Keep clicking “Older Posts” to see more. Some of the posts featuring rug hooking are gathered under the banner For Cathy. From time to time items are offered for sale under the banner “O’Neill’s Antiques” which was our shop name for many years. ~Edyth O’Neill

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Paintings offered by Edyth O'Neill more will be added here.

     Some of my Taos paintings are offered here as well as others. I am grateful for any and all sales and encouragement  as a painter. Thank you for looking. Comments are welcome. 

I understand that my customer base is early American antique oriented and enjoys most my still lifes with pewter and redware and fruit.    Three of these sold while I was gone.   I will make more as I love them too, thank you for patience.    If you do not see anything to please you, by all means watch along for others later.  Thank you, as always.

All are unframed unless noted otherwise, to send easier.  Prices are modest for these unframed paintings and include mailing.  They will look nice in wide gold frames, or black with a gold line in the center.  Dick Blick art supplies sends suitable wide frames.  Information at the end of this post. New customers for Blick can look for a coupon on the web and use that coupon code for a discount.  

To purchase a painting here, please pay by paypal to joneill816@austin.rr.com     State which painting you are buying. First paid first served.          I will acknowledge your purchase and send your tracking number.  Small ones go priority mail.    Email with any questions.    

Adobe House with Chamisa, 12 by 16 oil on panel, $250.  Colors of the sage are rich to paint.  Postage included on all. 

"Millicent's Road Home" oil on panel, 11 x 14  $150.  This one is nice in a black or other dark frame with a gold line inside.  The light snowfall was beautiful that day, I was there with my brother.

Taos Mountain with Cottonwoods,  6 x 8 oil on panel  $85.  I will get it signed.

"Pueblo Ponies"    11 x 14  oil on panel   $245.

"Bright Pony"  below,  oil on panel,  12 by 9 nicely framed as pictured. 18 by 16 overall dimensions.
$335 includes frame and shipping. 

"Aspens"  8 x 6   oil on panel  $105.

"Taos Mountain with Cattle"  9 x 12 oil on panel  $175

"Taos Mountain with Early Snow"  8 x 10 oil on panel,  $145

 There will be more on this post from time to time, thank you for looking.  e

https://www.dickblick.com/categories/framing/  Dick Blick framing to order on line   (all)

https://www.dickblick.com/products/blick-concerto-wood-frames/  black crackle with gold liner, I recommend these.

gold crackle with black,  I recommend these frames.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Mid October, back from Taos

Because I was not on the same computer and somehow my password was not enough, I have been locked away from blogging for many weeks.  My sweet time in Taos ended last week for now, and I have been struggling to put away the hundred things I took with me.

A good many paintings came home, 12 finished, two in progress, two left in a small show in Taos, and many in my mind yet to put on canvas.

I have photographs from the trip on my FB page if you care to look.  A few I will share here also.

Taos was almost an overload of sensations,  such incredible beauty at every turn, with the great golden trees 120 feet tall arching over the little streets in town to almost meet overhead on Liebert and Burch and Montoya and Los Pandos and more. Purple astors and yellow tipped chamisa grow wild, and over it all is that mystical mountain. I am surprised to find how passionately I miss the mountain. One is conscious of Taos mountain, in the parking lot at Walmart,  stopping at a traffic light,  coming out of the grocery store, it is ever present and for me,   impossible not to feel.  Taos Mountain changes color in the incredible light of that place,  sometimes in just a minute or two, confounding those who would photograph it or capture it in paint.   It is green with dark shadows, or with splashes of gold on the sides where the trees have taken color, or it is deep Copen blue with a sprinkling of snow on the top, or it is purple with swaths of apricot light from the evening's last sunlight in the opposite sky.  It is opalescent in the full Harvest Moon's light.

Painting with a fine group three mornings a week the entire time I was there enriched my experience past telling.  The East Studio Art League is led by artist Richard Alan Nichols in the historic studio of Ernest Blumenschein, one of the more prominent artists to work in Taos.  Rich Nichols' work can be seen in Parson's Gallery on the web.  Of course I enjoyed it first hand while there.  I soon felt at home  and wrapped in the love of this group of caring people sharing meaningful time and experiences.  Outside of my painting group, I met other warm and wonderful people also.  Taos has been a haven for alternate lifestyle advocates (Does anyone still say hippies?) since the 60's,  so I felt at home in that regard too.   There is music on various corners, much of it at Farmer's market on the Plaza Saturday morning.  People dance where and when they feel like it.  Wonderful big dogs go everywhere with their significant people.   Art is everywhere in dozens of galleries and open studios.  I pray that I can go again, and am grateful I could make the trip this time.  e

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