Frozen Pond Canvas Print

The thermometer read 19 degrees when I went out this morning to do a little plein air painting. I wore three shirts, three pair of pants, two pairs of socks (in Carl's boots), gloves, a hooded jacket, and a ski mask. I was determined to paint Carl's pond in its frozen state and capture the little bit of snow still on the bank. I'm not as much a winter-hardy plein air painter as many of my artist friends in Minnesota, Wisconsin, Vermont, and other cold climes. This is the result. Happy Polar Vortex New Year!

Carl's Pond, Frozen
9 x 12
oil on Pintura linen panel

As a toddler, I sat underneath quilts in large frames as my mother, grandmothers, and their friends created delicate, feathery patterns with their stitches. Gazing up at the “stained glass” fabric, I watched them push their tiny quilting needles through the layers of muslin, cottony batting, and colorful squares. That is my earliest memory of beautiful art. Following their lead, I grew up sewing and quilting, and many years later, I began to explore drawing and painting, studying under the guidance of Susan Truex. I enjoy painting images of people and things that are important to me, whether it’s a still life of eggs or rusty heaps, portraits of family and friends, or landscapes of lush fields or dark alley ways. I am fascinated by...