tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28468550472023712582024-02-19T00:43:15.931-05:00Helen Griffiths ArtHelen Griffiths, painter of people and other interesting thingsHelen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-47680002821354131722021-01-04T11:32:00.002-05:002021-01-07T14:12:03.271-05:00Pumpkin Spice<p class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05WLlXO4gEK22tlEzUKTqzikH0gAaailnQgSHMG4WE4UR1HWfLf1xbdssm4vG0rhaIcF8pDUEpQjPDkw3gS2WISWLi1u08RyAthDAhdNMtiM8ameXseME8lOACh1E1_TIumBSJU6l_x0W/s720/Pumpkin+Spice+m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05WLlXO4gEK22tlEzUKTqzikH0gAaailnQgSHMG4WE4UR1HWfLf1xbdssm4vG0rhaIcF8pDUEpQjPDkw3gS2WISWLi1u08RyAthDAhdNMtiM8ameXseME8lOACh1E1_TIumBSJU6l_x0W/s320/Pumpkin+Spice+m.jpg" style="height: 556px; width: 503px;" width="321" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pumpkin Spice, 12x12 oil</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy New Year! I was going to post this painting in October of 2020, but have found the new formatting on this blog frustrating to work with. In a week or so, my new website <a href="https://www.helengriffithsart.com/">https://www.helengriffithsart.com/</a> will be up and running. It will be up to date with my latest paintings and shows. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you for following my artistic journey. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div></div>Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-7930689073802599512020-10-26T13:25:00.004-04:002020-10-26T13:27:18.044-04:00On the Hook - Sold<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm-9jIBa0KzLlOy_sxT5MzDaZDqTRse-ItYa12wFRUo47pem9b3hhvNle1OlyOFvug5NlI8Fs1MRHt6a8rEnaxwtS59F8YfCLkmkOiA5Pp7rWOeER8gfxx5GNez1ceDufjIMgUtf6frQv/s720/On+the+Hook+m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="On the Hook, 12x12 oil" border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm-9jIBa0KzLlOy_sxT5MzDaZDqTRse-ItYa12wFRUo47pem9b3hhvNle1OlyOFvug5NlI8Fs1MRHt6a8rEnaxwtS59F8YfCLkmkOiA5Pp7rWOeER8gfxx5GNez1ceDufjIMgUtf6frQv/w640-h640/On+the+Hook+m.jpg" title="On the Hook, 12x12 oil" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the Hook, 12x12 oil</div><br /><p></p><p>This past summer, a family of wrens moved into a birdhouse in my backyard. They were hard to spot, I could hear them before seeing them. Eventually I could hear the babies chirping in the depths of the birdhouse, while waiting for a parent to bring them more food. I'm not sure if or when they left but I hope they'll be back next summer. </p><p>Where has the time gone!? The summer flew by. There was barely anything to mark it's passage, but somehow it just went, as time does. A few socially distanced meetups with friends as highlights, and of course watching my new baby grandson grow bigger and stronger with each passing week. I would say that if there was anything good about the pandemic, it would be that I have spent a lot of time in my backyard watching and counting the variety of birds visiting the feeder, (or taking a sip from the saucers of water). I took many photos and researched the varieties of birds I never realized had passed through my backyard; some I still haven't figured out their names. My fascination with birds, unfortunately, has left my gardens looking as unruly as ever...but to be fair, it was a very hot summer. </p>Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-43457101421097374872020-10-06T15:45:00.000-04:002020-10-06T15:45:56.578-04:00Topless<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RDI5t9xXoJmV-GHaYdGWZOWMfCxCLAhufXqzFbz8yyT0HP_EQkc_q2zj_8i7nazPtGAGtpv9_7gajgPTV9mErk8Dt8hEEqY28x7KzaphTNAlHuz8gCLF9d1aL4qJWZtFsCiq7TV_xFSK/s720/Topless+12x12+oil.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RDI5t9xXoJmV-GHaYdGWZOWMfCxCLAhufXqzFbz8yyT0HP_EQkc_q2zj_8i7nazPtGAGtpv9_7gajgPTV9mErk8Dt8hEEqY28x7KzaphTNAlHuz8gCLF9d1aL4qJWZtFsCiq7TV_xFSK/s320/Topless+12x12+oil.jpg" style="height: 546px; width: 625px;" width="321" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Topless, 12x12 inches</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">oil on cradled birch panel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love to take advantage of all the fresh produce available at this time of year, (to paint and eat). When it comes to beets though, I really only like to paint them. I love their deep earthy tones. The problem is, I don't like waste so I cook them up, puree them and bake them in a cake with lots of chocolate. There is never any waste when it comes to chocolate cake.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div>Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-1617936981581865372020-09-21T13:04:00.006-04:002020-09-21T14:09:12.674-04:00Sweet Peppers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHccQyDpcvJcvUVOI5cNZ3ODEcaQkaMiCv6b7S84fIx6ZHmMRg-yaCzEx3UxsuwveOyYW_Q3_GV8aarTZny-rPlKjkS9lKWRBdfSU_hvcMLlL6LBinrkcogcb4coqzxxi3-eHbV6uCizAF/s720/Sweet+Peppers+24x24+oil.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="617" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHccQyDpcvJcvUVOI5cNZ3ODEcaQkaMiCv6b7S84fIx6ZHmMRg-yaCzEx3UxsuwveOyYW_Q3_GV8aarTZny-rPlKjkS9lKWRBdfSU_hvcMLlL6LBinrkcogcb4coqzxxi3-eHbV6uCizAF/w617-h617/Sweet+Peppers+24x24+oil.jpg" width="617" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fresh sweet peppers grown locally. The beautiful unavoidable crisp vibrant colours! This is what attracted me to these peppers. You may have seen the cloth the peppers are sitting on in previous paintings. I love how the colours of the peppers are repeated in the cloth, with the bit of blue contrast. I actually had a couple of green peppers, but chose not to add them to the composition since there is plenty of green in the cloth and the stems of the peppers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(24x24 inches, oil on canvas) </div>Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-79172667917746311792020-07-27T15:06:00.000-04:002020-07-27T15:06:28.820-04:00Parched<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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During these hot summer days I can't help but think of my little feathered friends. Every summer I put a few saucers of water on a table in the shade of a tree. Of course, it's a great way to attract birds to the backyard, especially when I'm waiting a few feet away with my camera. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-91606840199034308682020-07-16T12:38:00.000-04:002020-07-16T12:38:52.098-04:00Perfect Palette<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sometimes a burst of colour is good for the soul. Yes, things are looking up! Gradually the stores and businesses are coming back to life, at least the ones that were able to 'weather the storm'. Things almost look normal. I can now get most of what I need as long as I remember to follow all the precautions, (I think crossing my fingers also helps a little). In fact, I have to remind myself that all is not normal. The numbers of people getting sick are reducing every day, but there are probably people out there carrying the virus that don't get tested, so until there is a vaccine, my goal must remain to stay safe and protect the people around me. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-30290177803076664242020-07-14T12:04:00.003-04:002020-07-16T12:13:12.408-04:00Bird Brain - Sold<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The thing I love most about painting birds is their character and expressiveness in their posture. Some birds seem to pause and think while others are little busy bodies, always flitting about. This past spring there were always robins around the front porch; not surprising since they built a nest above the front door. I was able to stand at the door with my camera while Mr. or Mrs. Robin would hop along the railing, seemingly wondering what I was up to. Considering this, I was thinking what books would this robin choose to read. Sometimes we choose books by their title, but other times it's the cover that grabs our attention. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-35974895010357804162020-07-13T15:49:00.001-04:002020-07-13T15:49:31.699-04:00Luci<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My husband and I made the decision to get a dog the same year our eldest daughter was heading off to university. She jokes that it was her replacement. Little did I know how that sweet little puppy would wind her way into the very depths of my heart. She had an intelligence I have rarely seen in any animal. Her instincts would drive her to chase squirrels, birds and anything else that caught her eye, but the chase was the fun of it. When she got too close she would slow down and watch it 'get away'. One day she dug up an old lacrosse ball in the backyard. Despite the many toys and balls we brought home for her, that old ball was the only toy she would repeatedly ask us to throw for her. The only thing better than chasing that old ball was chasing snowballs. This year we had to say goodbye to Luci, but she will be in our hearts forever. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-61122853058022798352020-06-12T12:58:00.001-04:002020-07-13T17:26:57.076-04:00Measure Twice - Sold<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This year seems to be a good year for birds around my house. I'm not sure if this is the same robin that had built a nest on the wreath that was on my front door last year, but if it is she has smartened up. This year she has built her nest above the door and is now taking care of her second brood of babies this spring. In my backyard I have two birdhouses. The sparrows are inhabiting the red birdhouse, raising the many babies they seem to have every year and in my yellow birdhouse, I am thrilled to say that there are now wrens living in it.<br />
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I realized after completing this painting how everything in this painting represents something in my life over the months of April and May. There's the robin on the front porch, the flour which I had to purchase a huge amount of, and even the flowers on the wallpaper have meaning. During the month of May my daughter and I drew a sketch of a different flower every day. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-73518252010318711972020-06-01T12:39:00.000-04:002020-06-01T12:39:02.910-04:00Featherweight<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There is nothing like the warmth and comfort of snuggling underneath a big fluffy duvet on a cold winter night. Every spring all that comfort and warmth is thrown off the bed for a cool refreshing breeze, accompanied by tweeting birds and the buzzing bees. The heat that we seek all winter long is beaming brightly through open windows, and we all take a deep breath, feeling as though we have survived another winter. We've replaced our cocoons with light cool fresh linens, ready for those hot summer nights... being Canadian, you know this is all a false leader. The sky darkens and the snow starts to fly, after all it's only May. Luckily those extra pillows and warm duvets are right there on the chair, not yet packed away, June will be here soon. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-75548979978241522042020-05-26T15:28:00.001-04:002020-05-26T15:28:17.327-04:00Time 11<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When the weather isn't nice and the shops are closed, and you can't visit friends and family, what is left to do but to get stuff done around the house, (or bake or do puzzles or...). In my house there is a lot to do, ALWAYS, but I spend my days painting in any kind of weather, during a pandemic and during 'normal' times. The only thing different is that I'm not in a rush to get ready for an upcoming show, so I just keep painting. By the time the world is ready to get back to normal I should have quite the variety of paintings available. I should tell you, all paintings that I post are available for purchase unless marked 'sold'. You can send me an email if you're looking for prices, or if you have any other questions. I would love to hear from you. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-63070357546263670772020-05-06T15:00:00.002-04:002020-06-12T12:14:52.571-04:00Time - Sold<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Are you finding time to do things during this pandemic that you never were able to do before? I'm finding that with my husband home everyday, I am loosing track of which day it is. I chose to paint this striped material because it seems to reflect the timelessness these days are creating. <br />
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I know some people are using their time get some baking done. I've always baked and cooked from scratch. It started during my college days when it just made better money sense to make it myself. When my children were small I wanted to control the ingredients they were consuming, and as they grew up they just would not eat store bought prepared foods, especially cookies. I used to buy the larger bags of flour and other items that I used regularly. These days, I still bake and cook all the time, but I don't need to buy such large quantities for just my husband and I. A few weeks ago I ran out of flour. No problem, the grocery stores are still open. There was not one bag of flour to be found anywhere for a few weeks. It seems that everyone has now taken up baking. Social media has been inundated with photos of home baked pies, cakes, cookies and breads!!! One day my husband finally found flour on the shelves of the local grocery store, <strong>20kg bags</strong>!!! The price was amazing and I needed flour. Luckily I have the rest of 2020 to use the flour considering the expiry date is mid December. It really is a lot of flour!!!<br />
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I've started separating the flour out into 4 lb bags to give to family and friends. <br />
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Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-32234346344631531542020-04-27T18:49:00.000-04:002020-04-27T18:49:47.426-04:00Home is Where I Lay my ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When I started this painting I was thinking about travel. How when I go away somewhere, after the first couple of days I could sleep anywhere. I was thinking about the families possibly planning to go away somewhere with their children for the spring break… wishing I was going away somewhere. Well that thought quickly changed! Now of course, because of the pandemic, the thought of traveling anywhere is risky and I'm perfectly content to stay home. It's been about 6 weeks since we've all been stuck at home now and just getting out to go for a walk is a great pleasure. I am looking forward to the time, probably in the distant future, when I can pack my suitcase and head out somewhere, anywhere besides my backyard. At the moment though, I am following the rules and staying safe. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-62516140578730904772020-04-17T18:00:00.001-04:002020-04-17T18:00:32.238-04:00Yummy Cupcakes<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This was a fun series of paintings. The hardest part was trying to decide which cupcakes to purchase, and the most fun part was deciding what the wallpaper should look like. <br />
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I started this fun series of paintings before the pandemic arrived in this neck of the woods. These small paintings were painted in preparation for the studio tour on Mother's Day weekend, which of course is not happening anymore. Now all the shops are closed except for the grocery stores and the thought of being able to take a walk into a crowded bakery is just a memory. My husband grabs the mask I made for him and heads out to the grocery store once a week. There is no problem finding toilet paper any more; flour is now the coveted item. Who would have guessed it.<br />
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I'm thankful that I live in Canada, and that our government is doing what they can to help. The most comforting thought is that we're all in this together. I know this pandemic will eventually be just a memory, as long as we follow the rules to stay safe. I'm wondering, when this is all over, will we still choose to wear our homemade masks out in crowded public places like the grocery store, just in case? <br />
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Here is the second in my series of cupcake paintings. Luckily, none of the cupcakes used in these paintings went to waste; my husband can confirm that statement. Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-25535913894835403042020-02-27T13:50:00.002-05:002020-02-27T13:50:46.689-05:00Sprinkles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've never really thought much about cupcakes, especially the ones from the grocery store. One day I decided to step into a local bakery, (Kelly's), that sells mostly cupcakes. I was delighted to see a selection of some wonderful little gems that brightened my day and was inspired to start a series of little paintings. <br />
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<br />You can't help but feel happy on a crisp sunny winter day, when the ground is covered with a layer of white. Those days only happen once in a while so I try to embrace them. It's such a delight for the senses... listening to the sound of my boots crunching in the snow; noticing the long blue shadows stretching across the snow; standing quietly amongst the trees watching the little chickadees flitting from branch to branch; and feeling the cold breeze on my rosy red cheeks. <br /><br />Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-73979616955556750042019-12-16T14:51:00.001-05:002020-01-31T14:48:12.289-05:00Writer's Block - Sold<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I found this antique typewriter a couple of months ago and couldn't wait to start the painting that was brewing in my head. It was a joy to work on this, and am pleased that it has gone to a good home. <br />
<br />Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-36134241969904485702019-10-31T10:11:00.000-04:002020-01-31T14:47:40.267-05:00Popeye’s Passion - Sold <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The Burlington Studio Tour is happening again this weekend, <a href="https://artinaction.ca/">https://artinaction.ca/</a>. A yearly event that I’ve been participating in for 9 years now! I’m looking forward to seeing all the people who come to visit during the weekend every year, as well as those who are new to the tour. It’s always a fun weekend!<br />
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Something new, few of my paintings, including ‘Popeye’s Passion’, will be for sale at Fairhome Interiors Pop-up Shop, <a href="https://www.fairhome.ca/">https://www.fairhome.ca/</a>, during the month of November. The selection will change as paintings are sold.<br />
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Finally, I will be participating in the Work in Progress Show, at The Cotton Factory on November 17, 2-4 pm, (one day only event), <a href="https://www.wipartexhibit.ca/">https://www.wipartexhibit.ca/</a>, my third year in this event. I love the venue, such an interesting building!<br />
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So I’m going to be eating my spinach, getting my flu shot, (done), and trying to stay healthy as I look forward to all of these events. Looking forward to seeing you there :)Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-17338214226169893302019-09-26T14:25:00.001-04:002019-11-13T09:44:24.240-05:00The Wedding Crashers - Sold<div>
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<span style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Every year my family and I would spend a week or two at a cottage up north in the Kawarthas. While doing cottagey things like swimming in the lake or playing games, the hummingbirds would constantly be flitting around the feeder just outside the big cottage window. When planning this painting I knew that hummingbirds were the birds that belonged in it. I don't know if there is a traditional bird to represent love, happiness and family, but for me that bird is the hummingbird. </span></div>
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I keep acquiring chairs, some on purpose, some not. These are the latter. Every chair has a personality and tells a story. I decided that before these chairs get put away for later use they needed to be the subject of a painting. </div>
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Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-5712457179599222302019-08-20T11:34:00.000-04:002020-01-31T15:38:22.188-05:00Peas, Pods and Carrots<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I'm loving the orange and green colour combinations these days. We've had so much rain this summer, my garden has never been so lush, (and overgrown). I didn't grow these peas and carrots though, I bought them at the market. <br />
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In my vegetable garden this year I planted lettuce, green beans, peppers, jalapeños, basil, kale and zucchini. Some of these have done better than others. I discovered one of my dogs likes kale. She ate two out of the four kale plants, so I dug up the other two and put them in a pot...on a table. After a rough start the zucchini took off. Once I started to harvest a few of the zucchini, my dog decided to check it out and started to eat the zucchini! I had to watch her every time she went outside. Unfortunately, one day my dog and I went to check on the zucchini and it was decimated, probably by the gopher that lives under the shed. I think my husband was doing a happy dance in his head when I told him that the zucchini was gone. <br />
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Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-49606141149558662842019-08-13T14:06:00.000-04:002019-08-13T14:06:19.703-04:00Summer Golden Beets<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Love them or hate them? I love to paint beets. They have such quirky shapes and sizes. When I'm done with them in my studio they are moved to the kitchen. I have tried to cook them in various ways, but my most favourite way to eat them is in chocolate cake. <br /><br />Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-90185988465744712182019-08-09T12:49:00.000-04:002019-08-09T12:49:02.018-04:00Making Wishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In early July I bought a bunch of peas in pods from the local market. I was sitting on the back porch, (my favourite place to be in the summer), making my way through the bag of peas, separating the peas from the pods. The sun was still bright in the sky even though dinner time was quickly approaching. I noticed how the pods resembled the wish bone from a turkey if placed just so. Needless to say, dinner was a bit late. Although I didn't finish the painting that evening, I had a good start. <br /><br />Helen Griffithshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181427892158422785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846855047202371258.post-63555492945828139962019-06-17T11:03:00.000-04:002019-06-17T11:03:53.091-04:00Asparagus<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Asparagus, in season now! <div>
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It doesn't matter where you live anymore, whether something is in season or not, most items are grown somewhere in the world and available at your local grocery store all year long. I love when something is grown locally and in season, not only for the cost savings but for the freshness and taste, not to mention the smaller carbon footprint. It makes me wonder what would actually be available at the grocery store in the dead of winter if we just relied on our local farms. <br /><br /></div>
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