My mother was adopted by her stepfather as an infant. My aunt is a true Italian by birth. My father’s father is Canadian. I’m a hardy American mix. Until last year I was married to a man who is allergic to garlic…so. I am named after my father’s mother Lucy, and my mother’s aunt Lucia. And I love to paint at Little Italy Deli and Bakery [Inverness, FL] where they make me feel so welcome to paint, to eat, to bring my artistic friends! If you come to eat and can’t decide, order the chalkboard special, because it is always fantastico!
I paint there when I’m free. I cannot apologize for my wonky perspective lines, because I haven’t found a cure for them, yet they refuse be flat. I like that. They’re colorful, creative little mishaps.
Little Italy Deli & Bakery, 124 N Apopka Ave, Inverness, Florida 34450
We are so blessed to have such beautiful gathering places in our community. Several families visited the fountain, gazebos, and shops nearby while I painted.
I love how the memories come back when I revisit a painting, even if not depicted specifically. One family had the most lively, sparkling with playfulness, little girl! She painted the fountain too! This is Grace’s painting with water drops from painting at the very edge of the fountain. God bless her! Life is good.
A glimpse of golden sun on the dome inspired me to drive over to the square where the sky took on a beautiful blue-dark. I blended the inspirations as the sky changed in front of me. I completed the trees and grass in the studio.
I started painting some lovely florals and got a little distracted by The Ice Cream Doctor (and smoking hot BBQ lab out back, with a fire breathing dragon, maybe). They supplied us with cold drinks and flavorful portions of hot and cold temptations. We were not disappointed!
My friend, neighbor, coworker, art student, and On-Call Opinionator decided to sketch the whole shop front! She hasn’t gotten around to painting it yet…Maybe in class Thursday.
The photo does not always match what I see. How strange I thought it was that the camera had captured random branches between us, but missed the changes in his smile. I can omit distracting things, and show the brightness of the day, and how beautiful this boy is to me. This is why we need art, because cameras do not always see what we see… with possible exceptions for truly talented photographers such as Paul Militaru, Cindy Knoke, and Gallivanta.