Monday, November 07, 2016

Five Little Sparrows


Five Little Sparrows

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Luke 12:6

Sparrows fascinate me. Unlike other birds who arrive singly or in pairs, sparrows come to the feeder as a family group. Like hungry diners at a buffet or church pot luck, they seem to enjoy being together as much as they do the meal.  They may not be blessed with the brightly colored feathers or lovely songs of other birds, but they have a wonderful time. 

Sometimes paintings are made with a theme in mind, and sometimes the theme just happens.  This was originally about the cute little birds at the backyard bird feeder. I didn't make the connection the the "five sparrows" until it was finished. Foollowing the rules of composition, when painting multiple subjects it is usually better to have an odd number rather than even number. Three seemed too few, seven too many - the individuals would be lost in a crowd that size. So, there is the story of the five little sparrows. But not the whole story. The entire passage reads:
 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.  Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

It is comforting for me to remember, especially during difficult times, that God cares for all His creatures. And if He does not forget the most humble of his creatures, He will not forget you or me.

This is an acrylic painting on gessoed illustration board, 6 x 14.   Purchase information is available on my gallery, The Creative Spirit Gallery Art by Della Burgus



Monday, May 30, 2016

Portrait of a Bearded Iris


Bearded Iris
Sunrise
Oil on canvas, 8 x 10
I inherited my love for iris from my mother. Her garden was always filled with them and I remember looking forward to seeing the majestic flowers every spring. They looked like orchids, their petals were velvety soft, and their colors reminded me of the royal robes worn by kings and queens.  If there had been a variety named "Sunrise," Mom would never have gone to the nursery and purchased it anyway.  There was no money for iris bulbs in her world. You got your flowers by trading with friends and neighbors, or when people had to divide or thin their plants, they might give you some rather than throw them away. Then you would return the favor with some of your plants another time.  As a result, iris were violet or lavender, and occasionally white, or a two-toned gold and purple, but they were still beautiful.  My mother would have been thrilled to see all the colors and varieties of iris available today: black, white and everything in between.

"Sunrise" began life as an acrylic painting but I soon realized that the nature of the flower called for a more direct, impressionistic approach, than the thin layering process I had planned for it.  Most of the time I let the subject, or perhaps the composition, decide the medium,  and in this case, it was good to switch.  The soft blending and subtle colors of the oils were perfect for this beautiful flower.  Less detail, more "soul."  Spending more time with oils lately. It has been like rediscovering an old friend.