April 22nd, 2016
#Pizza anyone? Here is one half.
If you are like me you will love the real, the original, the most tasty Pizza of all the Pizzas #Napolitano or #Neapolitan #pizza. A real pizza has a thin crust and simple toppings. Tomatoes, olive oil, #basil, #blackolives and maybe cheese. I don't do cheese.
I painted this #watercolor and ink #diptych two halves of a Pizza.
If you purchase the two halves as canvas prints and hang them side by side you will see a whole yummy pizza. Great decor for #kitchens, #diningrooms or #restaurants. #ginetteprints.com
Did you know that the color red stimulates appetite? Yes it does.
#artprints #Pizza #Watercolor #Painting
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January 18th, 2016
Intuitive abstract street scene, watercolor and ink, Dipping calligraphic pens and black ink. Focus on colors, shapes and contrast.
January 17th, 2016
I want to give a shout out to Santa Rosa California and Thank the buyer who purchased a large print of this.
December 24th, 2015
I received a wonderful Christmas Gift from someone in New Ulm Texas. They bought a print of one of my Texas Longhorn Watercolor Painting.
I have to say this was a welcome surprise especially since waking up to a flooded basement ie flooded studio. Dealing with clean up today.
The Weather in Georgia horrendous for the last few days. Torrential rains.
THANK YOU VERY much Texas! Whoever you are you put a big smile on my face. ~Ginette
December 22nd, 2015
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June 6th, 2015
Memories of Childhood
Have I mentioned that I love to talk? Tell stories, especially from my childhood. It's a good thing I have to type it because otherwise my mouth would run away with me, but I am not the best typist.
A few years ago I painted this little watercolor and ink and it sold to a dear lady who at that time lived and worked in Charleston South Carolina. I think she now lives in Mississippi.
In this painting I sit on a little wooden bench at my grandparents place we called "The old House"! It was an old house but a good house because it was a real home. Cooking was done on gas and the gas was delivered in a red tank and hooked up beneath, I guess the stove. As a child I wasn’t too interested in the details of home keeping, but I remember the red tank, bright shiny red it was.
My memories from the days at "The Old House" were all happy, until I learned that they would soon move to, yes "The New Place". Luckily my grandparent knew how to comfort me and reassure me that, just because they moved, it wouldn't mean that I would not see them anymore, which was my greatest fear.
I still vividly remember when my grandmother found me crying in bed, only to pry out of me the reason for the tears. All I knew in my child's simplistic though processes was, that everything I knew would be no more. They were "leaving" the old house, that place I connected with happiness and safety, with roses and the creek, the garden and the apple tree. Grandpa with the garden shears, grandma with the baking and cooking. Fun times marching around the house like a choo choo train with grandpa being the locomotive, us singing songs and blowing paper party curls through the air.
I remember laying in bed, on my back as she explained to me how it was going to be, that I would see them just the same and nothing would change, only where they lived. As she spoke, I watched the lights from cars, from the nearby street travel across the ceiling, the lights traveled left to right, I was fixated on it. I slowly became calm and the tears went away, with every comforting word she spoke.
In this painting, I recount a day when I was sick with a cold. I felt pretty peaky but even sick days were good days at the old house. Grandma gave me some icecream, vanilla with a chocolate coating that was crunchy and crumbled when I bit in to it. It was cold and soothed my sore throat. I was allowed to sit outside in the sun for a while right under the kitchen window, where grandma could see me. I was way overdressed but she wanted me to stay warm, so I wore funny little pants and a dress over it. It was probably Autumn but I am not sure.
I ate my ice cream before it melted and came back inside, where I was promptly told to lay on the little couch, that was inside the family room/kitchen. I was Ok with that, because I was weak and tired and laid down, it was late afternoon and grandma was fixing something, Abendbrot (supper/dinner) probably. She took kitchen towel and laid it over the lampshade to dim the light from my eyes. I see her hands laying the towel and adjusting it to make it right, as I doze off.
The original painting of me sitting on the bench is sold but you may purchase prints:
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February 21st, 2015
Over the last 3 weeks I have been painting off and on on this piece and finished it.
This was the beginning
There are white lotus in the foreground, a blue heron flies in to the picture from right to left and there will be wonderful reflection on black water.
I was inspired to paint this from my excursions in the the wetlands of South Georgia also known as the Okefenokee.
Land of the trembling waters. Where Herons soar and Lotus bloom. Where the sun creates magic and sparkle atop the dark mysterious waters. A land untamed by human hands, filled with the aroma of tannic water, sounds of unseen live. As my canoe glides along the watery path the lily pads and water grasses dance in the ripples. A heron flies up and out of sight.
This is an original oil painting
The dimensions are 36 inches tall and 24 inches wide (91.4 x 61 Centimeters)
The sides are 1.5 inches deep and painted black. You may purchase prints here in my galleries. Or if you are interested in the original painting visit ginettecallaway.com
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