Country Lane

Here I've posted various photos so you can see the steps...








and I can just hear Luciano Pavarotti 
singing....

"Amapola, lindísima Amapola

Sera siempre mi alma
Tuya sola
Yo te quiero amada nina mia
Igual que ama la flor la luz al dia
Amapola, lindisima Amapola
No seas tan ingrata
amame
Amapola, Amapola
Como puedes tu vivir tan sola

Amapola, lindísima Amapola

No seas tan ingrata
amame
Amapola, Amapola

Como puedes tu vivir tan sola"

This was/is a very special painting. I really enjoyed doing and I hope it shows. It was a present for one of my Bestest friends. She is mad about poppies and here you may be able to appreciate them in the foreground mixed with other wild flowers. The village at the back is based on a village from Guadalajara. The lane does exist. At the far end of the path the two figures are her children, whom they recognized.  

Arbol del Amor

You wouldn’t believe how many times I re-painted that gate! Those straight black lines with a brush proved to be the hardest and most irritating part. The girl under the tree is my eldest daughter and the house and garden is where my mum lives.

Another wedding present.

Sorolla (copy)

This is special to me, I dedicated this to my father. It reminds me of all the times we spent in Sorolla’s house and how much he liked his paintings. I have to say one learn’s alot from copying the great artists. He is one of my favourite painters I love the way he captures the light and heat of the day.

Cat.

Unfortunately I don't have a picture of this one but promise to publish one after the Easter hols.

This is a painting of my cat when I was young, sadly no longer with us. I painted it for my great Auntie Bobbie, a dear lady. She lived in the most beautiful cottage on the outskirts of Reading, England. It had the most wonderful garden, English garden what I would do for a garden like that. I distinctly remember a fence with a Fuchsia that as a trellis covered the wood, it went way above my head then. I, with my sister, used to pop the buds before they had bloomed and then get bellowed at while running away. I remember her with great affection and miss her dearly.

The Tree

“It’s been standing there for years,

Passed on from generations,

The limbs have grown stronger,

The roots are even deeper,

Engraved in each circle,

Is a story to tell,

A memory to share.”

Poem 'Old Tree' by JJ.

What I love most about this painting are the boulders below the tree and the bushy leaves. This painting is one of my mum’s favourites however my husband won’t let it out of the house, curious!

Boat on a lake

Love the way Norman showed us how to do water and especially like the delicate tree in the corner.

Dutch windmill

Love windmills! Can feel the sails slowly going around, well at least imagine them. This was done in my painting classes in Saudi. I racked my brain for my teachers name when I received an email from a very dear friend of my mums, and mine, she reminded me. Norman.