It Began As A Painting A Day Blog by Neil Hollingsworth
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Destin Sunrise
oil on 1/4'' hardboard panel 6'' x 6''
bidding has ended for this painting
Karen and I have been going down to this stretch of beach near Destin for nearly twenty five years. It's the place we go. The personality of the area has changed quite a bit since those early days. What was once a laid back piece of Florida, has over the years become a very popular place with the developers. The sounds of gulls, and the sea have given way to the noise of nail guns, and cement trucks. Never-the-less, it's like our second home. We can't wait to get back.
Here are the same womans legs, seen in an earlier post dipping toes into a stream, now back home resting upon the white sheets of her bed. A nap following a hot afternoon down by the creek.
I love this victorian home. It sits at the base of the Appalachians, and houses a restaurant called Isabelle's. Karen and I pass it each time we go up to Highlands North Carolina to deliver paintings to John Collette Fine Art. The white clapboards and wonderful porch make this a great subject to paint. And, I've painted it many times.
I borrowed this clay pot over a year ago from my mom to paint, and never gave it back. I will - eventually - but I love painting it so much that I think I'll keep it a while longer. Karen picked up the stair-stool at a flea market near Highlands, NC. It's so cool. A little rusty but a great piece of retro furniture.
We've had this train bench for years now, but we can't seem to find a place to put it. It's been all over the house, and it just doesn't seem to fit anywhere. Nevertheless, it's such a great piece of furniture, that we'll just keep moving it around until we find "the" spot
My friend Jon produces the most beautiful, and delicious vegetables from his garden. This year is no exception. He recently sent us home with a bounty of lettuce peppers, beets and tomatoes. The tomatoes were, each one, a work of art.
When cherries are in season I do a lot of cherry photography. Because when they're gone - they're gone. This bunch sits upon a crumpled paper bag on a sunlit table. And, they were delicious.
These feet belong to a friend of Karen and I. Her home is easy walking distance to this little stream. Her outdoor sanctuary provides trees for shade, and large flat rocks on which to sit, and dip ones toes.
On a recent trip to Charleston my wife Karen and I visited the Drayton House. It is a preserved colonial plantation home situated on a grand estate. The day was very hot, and we sat under the trees near the river, a few hundred feet from the house, to cool off. In the sky above us these delicate clouds were slowly floating by.
This image came from a trip to the restored Shaker Village in Pleasant Hill Kentucky. The hand carved wooden bowl hung from one of the numerous pegs extending from a rail running the length of the kitchen walls. Below the colander sat a painted wooden chest.
