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YOUNG WADDLES Daily Painting #652

YOUNG WADDLES

YOUNG WADDLES

Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 inches / ©John Farnsworth

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DOG TIME

I just realized that I hadn’t painted a dog in a while. Not since January, in fact. I used to do a lot of full-sheet watercolors of dogs.Dogs are fun to paint. I photograph dogs on the street, in people’s homes, in cars and trucks, wherever I find them, and, eventually, most of them end up as paintings. I’m kind of getting the itch to do some more watercolors again.We’ll see. These daily oils are keeping me pretty busy, or at least the blog is. Did I mention I’m having the time of my life painting these little six-by-sixes?

UNION STATION, LA Daily Photograph #1623

Union Station LA

UNION STATION LA

One of my favorite places to photograph. Lots of people, interesting architecture, great light, flowers sunshine and palm trees and blue skies. Part of my Amtrak Series. This one is from my trip from Santa FE to California to show in the Randy Higbee 6×6 show in Costa Mesa in April of last year.

Know how sometimes a song gets stuck in your head, or part of a song, and won’t go away? For me it’s usually Frosty the Snow Man or Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. But recently I started hearing a song that I couldn’t quite identify. Over and over. For days. Da da da dum skies of blue da da da dum it’s a beautiful day. Over and over. Slight variations, but never right, never whole. Certainly better than Frosty or Rudolph. Finally, it occurred to me to Google it. And there it was: Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, singing…

IT’S A WONDERFUL DAY

Songwriters: DIETZ, HOWARD / SCHWARTZ, ARTHUR
I see trees of green…….. red roses too
I see em bloom….. for me and for you
And I think to myself…. what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue….. clouds of white
Bright blessed days….dark sacred nights
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces…..of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands…..sayin.. how do you do
They’re really sayin……i love you.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/louis+armstrong/what+a+wonderful+world_20085347.html ]
I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more…..than I’ll never know
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world

(instrumental break)

The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces…..of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands…..sayin.. how do you do
They’re really sayin…*spoken*(I ….love….you).

I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow
*spoken*(you know their gonna learn
A whole lot more than I’ll never know)
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself …….what a wonderful world.

Wow, that one can stay in my head as long as it likes.

 

THE CHURCH AT SAN JOSÉ DEL VADO Daily Painting #643

ADOBE CHURCH AT SAN JOSE DEL VADO

THE CHURCH AT SAN JOSÉ DEL VADO

Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 inches / ©John Farnsworth

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I chanced across this little village on my back to Taos following the branding on Rowe Mesa, at the beginning of my travels in Betsy. It was for a while an important Pecos River Crossing on the Santa Fe Trail. Today it small, quiet town; the home, I believe, of Russel Means, aleader in the American Indian Movement of the 1960s.

Several days ago, Thea noticed sounds coming from the attic. Soon the sounds grew to the point of sounding like a bowling alley upstairs. Except that there are no stairs. Then we began to hear Meowing coming from the attic. We heard that some cats had died of Plague on the other side of Taos, so we decided it was time to get them out of there. Thea called animal control, and a deputy sheriff came out, climbed up on the roof, and braved the 120 degree or worse heat to go in and get the cats out. There were none. They must have left for the day. He sealed off the door that had apparently been left open by the satellite dish installer. All done. We thought. That evening, the sounds resumed. We called him back, and he discovered the problem. Our house was originally a flat roofed adobe. The roof consisted of a foot or two of earth on top of pine planks, lain across vigas, or log beams. Then, sometime in the fifties, a rather primitive pitched tin roof was built above the flat roof, creating a small attic space, running the length of the long, narrow house.

About that time, a false ceiling was added in the bedroom, by attaching compressed fiber tiles to cross pieces nailed to the bottoms of the vigas That created a shallow, second attic beneath the first.  A kitten had somehow become trapped in this space, and abandoned by its mother and siblings. The deputy left food and a trap in the attic, but apparently the kitten couldn’t get to it. The noise continued through the night. We weren’t sure how much longer the kitten could survive in the heat and the dark, and with no food or water.

This morning, when I got out of bed, in the other end of the house, where our bedroom now is, I heard the sounds of an electric reciprocating saw coming from the former bedroom, now guest room where the mewing had been coming from. Thea was up on a step stool with saw, chisel and hammer, determined to create an opening into the false attic. She got it open and we made a makeshift ramp for the cat to come down, but it required a jump of six or eight inches. I could coax him to the edge of the hole, and see him looking down, measuring, then backing off, repeatedly. Thea put out a dish of tuna to tempt him. The meows turned to howling and louder meowing.

I put a piece of the tuna at the edge of the opening, and spaced a few more pieces down the ramp. Nothing. Just loud, continuous crying.

I went outside and got some branches to make a “tree” for him to climb down. Then I took a slender branch, rubbed some tuna on the tip, and began wiggling it around in the opening. Pretty soon, I saw a tiny paw reach out for it. Then another, and then the kitten slipped and came sliding down the ramp. Thea picked him up and I knew it was over. Our family had just grown by a tiny, furry bit. We named him Atticus for obvious reasons.

I read somewhere the other day that all blogs turn into either politics or cat pictures. Well, here goes…

ATTICUS

ATTICUS

THEA WITH ATTICUS

THEA WITH ATTICUS

ATTICUS THE SNUGGLER

ATTICUS LOVES TO SNUGGLE

And so, life goes on. And it is grand!

RED HAIRED WAKAS (COW) KACHINA Daily Painting #591

 

RED HAIRED WAKAS (COW) KACHINA

Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth

Finally, some adventure. I went to the zoo! I parked in a nice, shady spot and started painting this great little Wakas. That’s Hopi, by the way, from the Spanish word vacas, meaning cattle.

When the painting was finished the zoo was closed. So much for adventure. There were other exciting things that happened during the day, though. Like my encounter with a dragon. The rest of that story is over on my other blog, where I post a daily photograph. If you haven’t already, and you can spare a minute or two, come on over to whenapaintersnaps.wordpress.com and have a look.

 

FROZEN CHARLOTTE Daily Painting #590

I’m hitting the road! and you’re invited. To learn more, visit Under a Wandering Star, above.

FROZEN CHARLOTTE / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth

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Our dear friend and collector Melissa surprised Thea with a pair of beautiful, tiny Fozen Charlotte Dolls. At some point in the confusion of the move from the Santa Fe studio to Taos, I managed to grab a couple of quick snaps of them with my iPhone. While looking through my images, I zoomed in for a better look, and this composition took me by surprise. i thought, Wow, I gotta paint that!

The idea kept bouncing around in my head all during the rest of the move until, finally, tonight, I got the chance to paint her.

While most Frozen Charlotte dolls were made in Germany, this pair is marked Made in Japan. I’m told that they were sold in candy stores for a penny, and that most were girl dolls so owning a pair was extra special.

You can learn more about their history by visiting sites like www.ohiokids.org/oe/yt/10f.shtml

 

I MET A DOG NAMED HONEY Daily Painting #541

I MET A DOG NAMED HONEY / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth
I MET A DOG NAMED HONEY / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth

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LUNCHTIME Daily Painting #535

LUNCHTIME / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth
LUNCHTIME / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth

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BLACK BEAUTY Daily Painting #497

BLACK BEAUTY / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John FarnsworthBLACK BEAUTY / Oil on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches / ©John Farnsworth

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