|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on January 4, 2019 at 10:25 PM||comments (1)|
Cowboy Country part one
If you ask people what the first words that come to mind when describing Florida most would say beaches, amusement parks and sunshine. They would be right. We have tourists, seniors, a famous mouse and margaritas galore.
But there is an old country Florida with it’s own big sky, backroads, cattle ranches and farmland.
An hour east of my west coast home and I am there.
Ph...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on December 9, 2018 at 8:00 AM||comments (0)|
It is quiet here. You can hear the birds land on the water, the rustle of the grasses on a windy day.The evening song is the song of tree frogs or the wail of coyotes. No traffic hum, no siren wail.
Skies here are big. Storms yield to rainbows. sunsets are subtle and soft or bold and bright. The eagles, storks and ospreys float on the wind currents in a crystal sky.
You taste the salt on your tongue here or travel inland ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on August 19, 2015 at 8:10 PM||comments (6)|
Jeff Foster is this amazing photographer that does very fine work for Gallery North. I always enjoy his photos of my friends and fellow artists. The photo below was taken by a retired engineer Jack Romano. He now has the time to pursue the art of photography and he was kind to send me this photo.
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on March 10, 2015 at 9:00 AM||comments (1)|
My first self portrait.
This has been an unusually cold and unfriendly winter. There has been more aches and pains, more sadness, more gray days and gray hair.
Painting has kept me going through the cold and ice and family heartache.
I received an email a few weeks ago about a self portrait show and I decided to try my ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on October 16, 2014 at 8:00 AM||comments (0)|
For quite some time now a young man by the name of Mike Kelly visits our home twice yearly and takes care of our lovely piano. He is kind and soft spoken and good naturedly puts up with our three cats that he is highly allergic to. Thank goodness for antihistamines.
I enjoy his visits. For about an hour you hear the soft pinging of each key as he tunes them, then with a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on September 28, 2014 at 7:05 PM||comments (0)|
Wow, I haven't put finger to keyboard in months, for blogging that is.Lots of life and paint got in the way.
Life Happens.Highs, lows, laughter, tears, beginnings and endings.Painting is good, painting saves me.
This is how painting and I began.
I was a gardener. I toiled in my gardens and many fine gardens along the south shore of Long Island. I probably would still be doing this today if my ba...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on February 25, 2014 at 7:50 PM||comments (0)|
My husband and I share our home with three cats. Each of them has their own little lives, likes and dislikes, preferences and peeves. They are as different in temperament as they are in looks.
Our dowager countess is a maine coon named Rocky.
Her name does not fit her. My husband has nicknamed her “Esmeralda” and that fits because she is still wildly beautiful and quite exotic. She is rickety and rusty at fourt...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on February 22, 2014 at 3:10 PM||comments (0)|
My mother was a gardener. She had a flower garden and loved to tend them.
When she died my dad put the house up for sale. He was reluctant to give me any plants for fear the new owners would notice. There was one I begged for, a flowering quince. He agreed to divide some of its roots and we set to digging. After thirty minutes and some mild expletives the shrub yielded up one shaft with several roots. I planted that stick in the ground.
It bloomed at Chr...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Artist@donnagrossman.com on February 18, 2014 at 1:30 PM||comments (0)|
It has not been a kind winter. The snow once beautiful is now simply annoying. We in suburbia are tired of scraping windshields, shoveling driveways, waiting for late trains and dealing with bored kids that have had one too many snow days.
I am lucky. My son is grown. I work from home. There is plenty of provisions in the pantry for husband and pets.
But I still grumble, I complain on all types of social media and plan the demise of the groundhog.
I am a whiner and a baby.Read Full Post »