Art Studio of a Country Woman

I'm a Painter with Synesthesia + A Lust for WaterColor Candy

harvest-grapes flowing

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
~Pablo Picasso

Sunset farmpond
We are grumbling that our cool nights have slowed the ripening in our chardonnay – or slowed the sugar[brix] – from inching up past 23.  Nobody really likes a sour chardonnay. Sometimes we get cool weather before our Indian summer, when temperatures climb beyond reasonability!!

I hate this time of year due to stress over the dry, BROWN, fire-ripened hills, grapes needing doses of sulphur spray for weeks on end, ever-present heat, oft dwindling bank accounts and our yearly harvest! We are paid once a year. When we sell our grapes. Not much quibbling about it nor scraping around for more of those fat litttle berries. That’s it til next harvest in September 2018. People think as grape growers, we must be wealthy but in farming, wealthy is a relative term. In our business, we are on the wrong end of the donkey. It’s the wineries making the money!

I’m running around taking photos with my new toy.

I finally broke down and bought a smartphone that is very smart. She’s a hot red IPhone and quite nice, if I do say so myself. Which I will.

Life is short. Find what you love and do it!

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“Henri-Frédéric-Amiel”
See:The Journal Intime of Henri-Frédéric Amiel

 

gouache+watercolor painting by l.a.scott
Grape Picking Begins - ©countrywomanpaints

Grape Picking Begins

We are getting too old for this. Someday it will dawn on us.
We ARE getting too old for this!

Of course…
we will never quit.

If a real live buyer with wads of cash came along, maybe, but I cannot see it.

Money isn’t what this is about. We haven’t been ranchers for 4 decades and several generations before us because it’s a great way to get rich. “Land rich, money poor” is a truism.

 

Dawn Fog in the Valley

 

Then there’s a morning that looks like this…..

 

 

harvest-chardonnay

Sonoma County Chardonnay

Or fruit that tastes this luscious. You can almost taste it thru your screen.

 

Pinot Harvest Sonoma County-©countrywomanpaints

Pinot Harvest Dawn

harvest-grapes flowing

Harvest Light

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which
provides the meaning of life and art.

It is the color of love.

Marc Chagall

 

rosemary and jasmine
Lady in Flowers watercolor

Lady in Flowers watercolor

Spring is my favorite time of year. Here we are galloping quickly into summer but I’ll hang on to it as long as I can!

Especially after a very wet, blustery, long winter. Native Californians are spoiled!

Flowers are at their finest in spring.
Especially garden flowers; not coddled, maybe sunburned or frosted, never perfect, those are the best.

flowers

 

Roses in shiny cellophane from Costco or the grocery store, never have a hint of fragrance but a garden rose that is “blowing” it’s petals and making a big mess is at her most fragrant!

 

Peace Rose - a favorite

Peace Rose – a favorite

 

rose half rose Peace

Peace rose close up

 

And of course, jasmine and her heavenly fragrance is out of this world, especially at night. I have only glowing words for this fabulous vine but beware if you’re a neat freak. They will crawl here and there, as long as there’s a splash of water now and then, but I don’t mind.
Once you plant it, you are never rid of it! Nor do you want to be…

I spread them around the yard and when they are finished blooming, here comes the

honeysuckle!

 

Pink Jasmine

Pink Jasmine

 


 

 

lilac and rose

Wild California Lilac

These lilacs do not grow wild in my area, they are a mountain native, but they have a sweeter scent than any other lilac I’ve sniffed.
Just delightful….

 

English rose Tamara

Tamara English Rose by David Austin Roses

Tamara… This rose is another David Austin rose. I have lots of them and cannot recommend them highly enough.
They are just gorgeous!

Tamara is one of the best roses for drying because they have such a powerful scent and lots of lovely petals.

 

tulips

Tulips, not because I can grow them.

With my gophers, moles and voles, there’s absolutely no way!! These are from the florist but such beauties in pinks and orange!

Who can resist?

 

Eglantyne English rose

Eglantyne English rose-David Austin Roses

 

Autumn Sunset rose

Autumn Sunset rose

This is a few of mine. Do they ever die? I’ve had some for over 15 years. They are fine with pruning and food now and then unless a critter  “girdles” them.

Such a sad event! They strip the outer bark off all the way around, strangling the bush. Hence the term….

I’ve never saved anything that was girdled including my lovely crabapple.

 

"New Dawn" & morning glory

“New Dawn” climber [20′!] + morning glory

 It’s hard to kill roses here but it does happen. If farmer plants one but forgets to plant it in a chicken wire cage and also forgets to tell me he forgot.

I might as well say goodbye… to the rose bush not the farmer!

 

"Charlotte" austin rose

“Charlotte” English Rose-David Austin Roses

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

One clover, and a bee,

And revery.”

~Emily Dickinson

 

©2017 All Rights Reserved. L.A.Scott

Blue Birds

Synesthesia Skies Over Horses Blue acrylic painting-©2015 LA Scott

“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” ~Joseph Campbell

 

I did not finish the above painting but painted over it and painted Sophie Beagle instead. Below is a garden of flowers where she constantly patrols for marauding tiny rodents.

Sophie's Flowers acrylic painting

 

I’ve been pondering paths of health. What is it, how does it happen, how twisted is the path.  Always things change, shift, surprise, causing me to wake up in the noble act of being on the path.

Free in the moment, arising with the sun, it is setting without thinking where to go to bed…

roses and lavender

Mindfulness is both struggle and cure… Peace wavers in the silence between. Peace and health hold hands. It is a promise. Quiet, Joy, Gentle Breezes, Breathing, Water.
A loud jet flies overhead leaving white trails against the blue.
I sit and practice gazing at the sun. Continue Reading