Painting . . . Reading and Whooooo!
by Rachelle Siegrist
What a difference a week makes . . . At least in the weather that is! Wearing capris and sandals this weekend, it’s hard to imagine it was just last weekend, when temps barely hovered above zero a couple of nights in a row! Not to mention it took nearly half an hour just to suit up to go snow tubing and sledding! However, We had a blast once again last Sunday afternoon snow tubing with friends, and I personally fell in love with a new way to enjoy it. After watching Wes fly down the hill, belly down on the tube, I just had to try it and was instantly hooked! Each time I hit one certain bump, the tube and I flew up into the air, landing on the snow several feet in front of me before zooming down the remainder of the hill! It was exhilarating to say the least, and although no one else proved brave enough to try it, I went down dozens of times more that way, now preferring that method!
The overcast skies and daily showers this past week, created perfect days for painting in the studio, so needless to say, we got a lot of painting time in! But when you desperately want to get out kayaking, hiking, tubing etc and can’t, the next best thing of course is to read about it. So my recent favorite read, is a book titled “Still Waters, White Waters, Exploring America’s Rivers and Lakes” by Ron Fisher, published in 1977. A terrific book, written in such a way, that I felt like I personally made the trip down each river with the group, whilst reading along. My personal favorite was the chapter pertaining to their journey down the beautiful Suwanee River, as I would love to kayak part of it some day!
The mild temperatures this past week have made it possible to enjoy breakfast with my feathered friends on the back porch several mornings. Indeed a rare treat in January, here in the Smokies! Wes and I were thrilled to recently discover that we now have two resident Eastern Screech-Owls living in our bird box! Almost every evening, when we sit down for supper, either the soft gray head of Shivers, or the beautiful rusty-colored head of Rufous, pokes out the hole. At first their eyes are barely open, but as the sun dips lower into the sky, they start getting bigger and become more alert, while watching the ground nearby. Then as the last light of the day fades, they shoot out of the box at a high rate of speed, and if you’re not watching very intently, you’ll surely miss it!
How did they get those names you ask? Well Shivers comes from my late Grandpa Jackson, as he always called Screech-Owls, shiverin’ owls, because he said it sounded like they were shiverin’ when they gave that familiar “Whooooooo” which warbled up and down quickly emerging from the dark forest. Wes recently came up with the name Rufous, and I must admit I’m still not quite sure about it, for if it’s a girl, she may not appreciate that name as much and may prefer something more elegant like Sienna. But alas, time will tell.
~ See Our Miniature Paintings In Person ~
~ The Miniature Art Society of Florida’s exhibition opens today Sunday the 14th, at The Leepa-Rattner Museum of Art in Tarpon Springs, FL. I encourage you to see this wonderful miniature show if you are in the area! For more information visit MASF or Leepa-Rattner Museum of Art
~ Exquisite Miniatures is currently at The George A. Spiva Center For The Arts in Joplin, MO. It will be on display there until February 19, 2017.
~ Steamboat Art Museum 10th Anniversary Exhibition located at the Steamboat Art Museum in Steamboat Springs, CO. We have five miniature paintings available for purchase at this special exhibition on display until April 8, 2017.
~ Fresh off the Easels ~
I finished my miniature landscape painting this past week, featuring a wonderful old barn, which I photographed during a trip out West. I loved the dramatic lighting and lay of the shadows on the mountains below, making it quite enjoyable to paint. We’re currently working on a commission as well.
Wes finished his miniature painting this past week of a Bison, which we watched and photographed while in Yellowstone. It seems it’s always been very cold at one point each time we’ve visited Yellowstone, so I always think it quite smart of the Bison to enjoy the warm steamy air of the geysers.
Until next time . . .