Number 50. Wow! Halfway there. Time flies. It's been an adventure, and I
thank all of you for being here for it. Thanks to you, thanks to
Stephanie at Treat for the amazing cupcakes, and thanks most of all to
Angela, for all the love and support and for helping me carve out the
time from our already crazy schedule to do this in the first place. I
look forward to the next 50, and I'm glad y'all are along for the ride.
Thanks again for your support! Cheers!
Somehow, over the course of my life, I missed out on pomegranates. I don't
know if it had to do with growing up in the Midwest or always sticking
to the more conventional WASP-y fruits- you know, apples, bananas,
pears, grapes, etc., but pomegranates were always something I associated
more with a Gaugin painting or smooth jazz than something you would
actually buy at a grocery store, take home, and consume. Curiosity got
the best of me the other day, though. I bought two, not so much to eat,
but just because they were so beautiful and red and round and I thought
they would make a nice painting. I cut one in half. After watching
Angela spoon up some of the seeds, I did the same. I was not prepared
for the explosion of flavor. To be honest, I felt a bit like one of the
cavemen in 2001 - A Space Odyssey, hooting and grunting in wonder and
glee and my newfound, exotic discovery. Of course, the fact that this
wonder was a reaction to something that to most people is just another
piece of produce made me feel even more Neanderthal. Anyway, it was a
nice discovery, and one found better late than never. Embarking on this
painting series has been really interesting to me. I've made a lot of
little discoveries along the way, everything from different ways of
seeing light and mixing color to, well, pomegranate seeds. Thanks to all
of you for coming along for the ride.
It's that time of year again, so this is the first in a series of
Halloween-themed paintings. We're getting to that odd point
as parents, where Sean has decided for the first time to
stay home and hand out candy instead of trick-or-treating.
Molly's still all in, though. So am I, but that's
a different conversation.