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Still Nothing

Dear blogger friend, I am sorry about the lack of action on saaraspaintings.com. My family faced some change, and we are all still adjusting. I have not had the time nor the energy for anything else than my daytime job, household stuff, and taking care of the kids; the essential.

I miss painting, I miss you!

Red Things: Plums

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Tulips

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I felt like an old lady painting this.
(Not in a bad way. If there is a bad way.)

Second Aubergine

One more eggplant. 80′s style.

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Aubergine

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My husband saw this beautiful, shiny eggplant, and brought it home for me. He is my very own male muse.

He also suggested that I should consider moving on, and start painting people, or someting. And to be honest, I’m slowly starting to get bored with these still life paintings. My first goal was to force my eye to see, and train technique. The second step would be to explore new territories, and to actually express something. Not there yet though!

As I said earlier, I’ve done the first part in art school, but that was more than 15 years ago, and I haven’t really been painting since. Is this how it feels like when you’re learning how to walk again after a stroke? Shaky, sometimes frustrated, yet glad to be alive.

Oils

I had the flu, sorry about the pause.

I did find my oil colors and try them out, despite everything. It’s been years. I decided to try something small to begin with (this canvas is 5 X 7 cm!). And I felt completely lost! I simply can’t make the color behave like I want it to. And, how long does it take for the thinnest of layers to dry? After two days it’s still wet.

My son (5) took these pictures with my iPhone, while I was struggling.

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(Except for the last one, which my husband took.)

EDIT: I’m kind of ashamed of the picture with me on it. Well, I had a fever, have mercy! The point is my son’s love for iPhotography, and, I’d say, for me.

Post-op

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This is for those friends of mine who have, or have had, breast cancer.
I can’t describe the hatred I sense towards that particular form of cancer.
It attacks women’s femininity.

Dramatic Fruit

I very easily see human emotion in the fruit I paint. Do you?

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