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. ~Edyth O’Neill

Friday, August 26, 2016

Still life paintings

Today is a warm August day in Texas, just what one would expect for our County Fair Parade this morning.  Three generations of my family are sitting on Main street in lawn chairs, with beach umbrellas and coolers and balloons and kids. As Party loving Fredericksburg has an open container allowed policy on the sidewalks, some in the crowd have wine coolers and such set up on the tail gates of their  pickups.   I miss the music and the color but not the hassle of it all.

  Instead I am looking back over recent paintings and considering an arrangement to start another.

 Many more of the dolls are clamoring to be pictured.

 I can remember my mother painting magnolia blossoms when I was a girl. She did lovely watercolors but not many.  I remember her Iris also and was there one with a bird?  Too long ago to be clear. These are from my yard here. 

 The painting of onions above is the only small one.  The rest are all large ones in heavy frames.

I might do another of the ship model with different accessories.    e     

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