photo of a white cat on his back cuddling with a black & white kitten on a blue blanket

These guys have been killing me with their cuteness lately #Caturday #EastCoastKin

Olivier Neuray (Belgian, b.1962)
"The Blue Hour," 2023
Oil on panel
81 x 100 cm
#Art

Susan Stillman (American), Tangled, 2024, Acrylic on canvas

close up of a blossoming pink flower

4/11: #new ( #BlueSkyArtShow) #EastCoastKin #ArtYear

Photo of decorated Easter eggs with one green one up close in the center painted with a bunny in a hot air balloon with a flower & flags

4/4: green #ColorADay ( #GreenSat) #ArtYear #EastCoastKin

Installation with thousands of paper numbers creating a large passge in rainbow colours

Artist Emmanuelle Moureaux used over 100,000 paper number cut-outs to create this multihued installation designed to visualise the passing of time #WomensArt

Photo of a collage made from clippings of renaissance artwork, photos from space, and decor (windows & a hanging flower lamp) with a golden leaf glued above the lamp in the corner and a cut lattice border across the top of the page

Spent some time playing around with #collage making today, really enjoyed taking an x-acto knife to some old magazines and putting this together (entry for today’s #BlueSkyArtShow #openings) #EastCoastKin #artyear #dailyart

Landscape format in acrylics on canvas. Bottom half is water, rippling in shades of blue including some navy ripples in foreground and stretches of pale aqua blue in the distance. Sparkles of light are rendered in many white dots along the crests of the ripples. 9 small boats are moored in the bay. Some are sail boats with their sails down and some are very small. One is in the foreground - a small boat on the left seen from the side facing right, in shade and backlit light throwing up yellow and turquoise into its little wheelhouse. The rest are in the middle distance, where just past all but one is a boat ramp on the left, silhouetted as a black triangle with a lit up warm top. Beside it is a row of dark piles. At far end of bay is sliver of a beach on the left reaching across to an island on the right. The island has its own little beach and clumps of trees on its steep side and on its top tilted towards us a couple of sloping bright green fields. Behind is a low band of pale green and lilac gently undulating hills and behind it large pale blue mountains. Across the top are white fluffy clouds with a horizontal flat pale grey bottom. The pale blue sky is along the very top edge disappearing behind the very soft smoky top edges of the bank of white clouds. Signed bottom right in very dark blue, Liam Daly

Another #painting from the southwest of Ireland. "Bantry Bay II" came out of a perfect day cycling in West Cork, where in the middle of it myself and the bike had some lunch as we took in the views of all three hundred and and sixty degrees of beauty.
#art #SpeirGhorm #ColorADay #BlueTue

photo of a white bakery box with “Mike’s Pastry” in blue lettering across the top in front of a display case filled with Easter lamb cakes

4/3: #FoodOnFriday 🍰 #EastCoastKin #ArtYear

Yes! It’s from a larger collection, The World’s Wife, where she writes from the perspectives of wives of famous mythological / fictional / historical figures. There are a few really memorable ones that have stuck with me, this one the most.

Medusa Carol Ann Duffy, 1999 A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy grew in my mind, which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes, as though my thoughts hissed and spat on my scalp. My bride’s breath soured, stank in the grey bags of my lungs. I’m foul mouthed now, foul tongued, yellow fanged. There are bullet tears in my eyes. Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love, perfect man, Greek God, my own; but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray from home. So better by far for me if you were stone. I glanced at a buzzing bee, a dull grey pebble fell to the ground. I glanced at a singing bird, a handful of dusty gravel spattered down. I looked at a ginger cat, a housebrick shattered a bowl of milk. I looked at a snuffling pig, a boulder rolled in a heap of shit. I stared in the mirror. Love gone bad showed me a Gorgon. I stared at a dragon. Fire spewed from the mouth of a mountain. And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue and your girls, your girls. Wasn’t I beautiful? Wasn’t I fragrant and young? Look at me now. [pictured: brick buildings at dusk with one in the center featuring a mural of Medusa’s face]

#Cityscape for this week’s #BlueSkyArtShow ( #background) along with a bit of Medusa by Carol Ann Duffy for #ImageAndVerse (full poem in alt text)

A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy
grew in my mind,
which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes,
as though my thoughts
hissed and spat on my scalp.

3/28: view from today #NoKings #Boston (sound on for Dropkick Murphys wrap up) #MA

Jamacian artist Ebony G Patterson creates mixed media atworks including jacquard-weave tapestry to tell the untold stories of her homeland in her mixed media artworks #Womensart

“Be the Light” by Oregon artist Amanda Blake

“Be the Light” by Oregon artist Amanda Blake

Thanks so much!

Abstract graphic of Tulip 'blushing apledoorn '

#tuliptuesday #tulips #blushingapledoorn #bloomscrolling #graphics #abstract #artyear

Ode To Tomatoes by Pablo Neruda, 1954 The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime, takes its ease on countertops, among glasses, butter dishes, blue saltcellars. It sheds its own light, benign majesty. Unfortunately, we must murder it: the knife sinks into living flesh, red viscera a cool sun, profound, inexhaustible, populates the salads of Chile, happily, it is wed to the clear onion, and to celebrate the union we pour oil, essential child of the olive, onto its halved hemispheres, pepper adds its fragrance, salt, its magnetism; it is the wedding of the day, parsley hoists its flag, potatoes bubble vigorously, the aroma of the roast knocks at the door, it's time! come on! and, on the table, at the midpoint of summer, the tomato, star of earth, recurrent and fertile star, displays its convolutions, its canals, its remarkable amplitude and abundance, no pit, no husk, no leaves or thorns, the tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness. [pictured: a sketchbook sits open to a bird’s-eye view painting of blue produce baskets filled with multicolored cherry tomatoes]

Sunday morning #sketchbook update, starting to feel more comfortable w/ #acrylic & was able to finish this one faster than the others 🍅 (posted last night before it was dry, but I like it better in natural light) #ImageAndVerse (poem Ode to Tomatoes in alt text) #ArtChallenges #EastCoastKin #ArtYear

Painting featuring a bunch of daffodils in a vase on a windowsill next to a yellow jug and blue vase, the window is partly open

Winifred Nicholson (1893 – 1981), Modernist British painter known for her still life work especially #WomensArt #Spring

black & white low angle landscape view of a rocky beachfront

3/21: #stone (a throwback to last summer for today’s #BlueSkyArtShow) #EastCoastKin #ArtYear #bnw #landscape #scape

3/15: #Women’sHistoryMonth view from the Fitchburg Art Museum #EastCoastKin #PhotographersUnited #brightspots #Massachusetts #art

Wild Orchids Katha Pollitt, 1982 At the foot of a rock, bamboo and orchids, small furled flowers that hold themselves aloof from the mist that is everywhere. You have left newspapers, indolent quarrels over Sunday-morning coffee to come to the museum with your lover and admire these swirls swept onto paper by an old monk in less than ten minutes six hundred years ago depicting the orchid, which signifies the virtues of the noble man: reticence, calm, clarity of mind. [pictured: macro view of the center of an orchid flower]

For this week’s #ImageAndVerse: a #macro orchid view with the poem “Wild Orchids” by Katha Pollitt (alt text) #EastCoastKin #ArtYear #Stunday

Life drawing of model lying sideways on green and blue fabric wiith her head resting on the flat of her hand.

Life drawing in pastel, model resting head on hand.
#lifedrawing #pastel

photo of a black & white kitten hanging over a stair railing with his tail in his paws

3/14: staircase kitten view for today’s #BlueSkyArtShow ( #horizontal) 🐈‍⬛ #EastCoastKin #ArtYear #bnw #Caturday

3/13: #ForestFriday #scape (recent 70 degree day view) #landscape #EastCoastKin

Joanne Spencer.
Wildflowers and Wild Horses.
#Linocut

The Pomegranates of Kandahar Sarah Maguire 2007 The bald heft of ordnance A landmine shrapnel cool in its shell Red balls pinioned in pyramids rough deal tables stacked to the sky A mirrored shawl splits and dozens tumble down - careering through the marketplace joytul truit caught by the shouts of barefoot children Assembled, they are jewels - jewels of garnet, jewels of ruby A promise deep as the deep red of poppies of rouged lips (concealed) Proud hearts built of rubble Come, let us light candles in the dust and prise them apart - thrust your knife through the globe then twist till the soft flesh cleaves open to these small shards of sweetness Tease each jellied cell from its white fur of membrane till a city explodes in your mouth Harvest of goodness, harvest of blood [photo of a sketchbook open to a painting of pomegranate with a paintbrush set on the page]

#Sketchbook update for this week’s #ImageAndVerse, another #acrylic #painting to pair with The Pomegranates of Kandahar by Sarah Maguire (full poem in alt text) #dailyart #ArtYear #EastCoastKin

@blueskyartshow.bsky.social #bright

Long exposure black & white landscape view of a waterfall surrounded by a stone wall and trees

3/7: #landscape view for this week’s #BlueSkyArtShow ( #flowing) #longexposure #ArtYear #EastCoastKin

Thanks!

Mist descends on a tree covered hill as the last light of day turns everything blue. #gloomy

I found some misty hills for #BlueSkyMonday.
#photography #landscape