If you’re not trying to be real, you don’t have to get it right. That’s art.
Just some simple snaps from the art show last weekend. I’m working on some newer images. Some of the birds sold, but the Squirrel will probably always remain with me.
This piece is one of my favorites. It didn’t create much interest at the show (maybe two comments). That surprised me, but many of the artists told me you could never tell year-to-year. The evening shadows really make this image pop.
“People who write about spring training not being necessary have never tried to throw a baseball.”
This is the first folk art bird carving that I did of a Merganser duck years ago. At first, I was really impressed with it, but eventually felt that I didn’t take the carving far enough. I decided to leave it outside to see how the acrylic paint would react to the environment … rain, hail, snow, sun, and extreme colds. The paint has faded a bit, but not as much as expected. The pine wood has cracked around the eyes (and the carving has lost its red eyes), and the body has cracked from the dowel rod connecting the head and body. I didn’t finish the carving to fight against the elements. Right now it’s buried underneath at a foot of snow. Most likely when I move from this house, it will be buried in the vegetable garden.