by Victoria McCall | Feb 24, 2013 |
I mentioned my love of solitude in an earlier post. Love is probably not the right word. That’s like saying I love to breathe air. It’s much more about need. If I do not have enough silent space, besides becoming a bit grumpy (to which my husband will attest), I...
by Victoria McCall | Feb 12, 2013 |
This painting is a study in contrasts of a variety of shapes, textures and colors. The actors in this table-top tableau are: the ivory-colored garlic cloves with papery outer layers, the smooth, dull-skinned acorn and spaghetti squashes, the larger green squash...
by Victoria McCall | Feb 11, 2013 |
Question: Best days of elementary school? Answer: When I got my new school supplies, including a handful of dangerously pointed pencils and stacks of white, blue-lined notebook paper. And then came those delicious first marks written on the clean, crisp page –...
by Victoria McCall | Feb 10, 2013 |
“Nobody sees a flower, really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time…” Georgia O’Keefe
by Victoria McCall | Feb 5, 2013 |
I often use shells in my still life paintings and have lots of them scattered around my house in little clusters – on a shelf, in a basket or bowl. I ignore them for long stretches of time, as one tends to do with familiar household objects. But then I find...
