SOLD
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Hunger(8x10) Oil on Linen Board/w frame
I saw this movie many years ago and it made a lasting impression on me. High fashion and vampirism!!!!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Through the Channel 24x24 oil on Canvas SOLD
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
"I love to singa..." 8x10 Oil on linen board SOLD
I wonder if anyone remembers this cartoon? I was a cartoon watching fiend when I was a child and this was old even back then. It is about a family of owls. The mother owl is teaching her little owlettes to sing and play classical music, but this little guy wanted to sing jazz. The rest of the family was horrified and the little owl kept getting into trouble and ran away from home. He eventually got on the radio and sang his little ditty, "I want to singa... about the moona and the juna and the springa....." His family missed him back at home and were so excited to hear him that they started to dance to his song. This silly cartoon really resonates with me and it was fun to paint. SOLD
Monday, October 19, 2009
Golden Apples
I painted this to give as a gift to a couple who are my dear relatives on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary. Sold.
Labels:
Golden Apples,
Mark Malone Oil painting,
Still Life
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
My version of Andy Warhol's Red Liz(12x12) Oil on canvas SOLD
Friday, April 3, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
"Womp" 16x20 Oil on Canvas Not for Sale
I am entering my grandma(Womp) as my first entry into my blog. She died a few months ago, and I wanted to paint her. I only had one old sepia photo of her as a young woman and decided to use that as a jumping off point. She was quite a character. She was my caretaker before I was school age and took me pick okra one time to "make some money". I have no idea how old I was, but I remember the okra plants looked like a forest to me. We got up at the crack of dawn and worked until lunch. I remember that the dew rendered my ragged and huge cotton gloves useless against the spiny texture of this dubious vegetable. At noon, we went to collect what i expected to be a windfall of cash. It turned out to be a few coins. I don't know if she was trying to teach me a lesson, but I learned one nonetheless. I decided I never wanted to do that again and would without question, go to college. I hate okra to this day.
I called her "Womp" because I was the first grandchild and apparently could not say "Grandma". The name stuck with the subsequent horde of grandchildren and great grandchildren that were to follow with frightening frequency. Until her recent health issues, she quite robust and would cook every Sunday for the whole family and was the glue that held this immense and diverse family together. She was a child of the depression and a great raconteur. Her stories sometimes had little or no truth to them, but she was always a hoot. We were never quite sure how old she was.
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