tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28319307718153020732024-03-04T23:28:32.197-05:00HUNKA MUNKApaintings, memories, observations, hearsay, oddities...Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-91713226754270461522018-10-01T21:45:00.000-04:002018-10-01T21:45:58.325-04:00FIESTAWARE AFICIONADO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The colorful pottery of Homer Laughlin makes me happy. I've been
collecting for about 30 years. Most of my collection is post 1990 but I
have some old pieces, too. So naturally I've started to use it in some
of my paintings. The first painting includes a bright yellow pitcher which is not Fiestaware but it sure is just as cheerful as any piece I've ever collected.<br />
The peppers in the second painting came from the Waverly Farmers Market in Baltimore, MD. And the tiny bowl is really a berry bowl probably from the 1940s.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Yellow Pitcher and Fiestaware cups" oil on Raymar (11" x 14")</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Peppers and Fiestaware" oil on gessobord™ (6" x 6")</td></tr>
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-8034705444081051052018-09-22T19:46:00.001-04:002018-09-22T19:46:32.797-04:00ROLY POLYMy modest collection of vintage toys includes some beloved roly poly dolls. I think their appeal, besides the colors and texture, is that they always pop back up no matter how many times they are knocked down. From time to time I like to paint this particular toy. Many are impressed and a few say they are "creeped out"by the piece. This makes the world go around, I guess. There's always room to learn about what others are trying to say with their reactions to art.<br />
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-65326583173963301912018-09-20T02:53:00.000-04:002018-09-20T02:54:19.939-04:00IRONING DAYA dear friend, knowing that I collect vintage mid-century domestic appliances, generously gave me an old General Electric Iron. It is a challenging model with its space age design and complicated angles. It is quite heavy too. The women who ironed in this decade did not need to go to the gym for their many metal appliances were equivalent to lifting weights when in use.<br />
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-73051105464645397452018-02-02T09:36:00.000-05:002018-02-11T14:58:38.487-05:00ABANDONED FRENCH TRACTOR<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Abandoned Tractor-Morvan Region, France" oil on panel (12" x 24")</td></tr>
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My husband and I spent some time in a gîte in the Morvan region of France where a family friend has a scenic farm with several houses to rent. In between family members' visits, we took day trips into the mountains to view the scenery. This lonely little tractor was sitting in a beautiful field all by itself. I had to stop and take a photo. Finally, I've been able to paint this little relic of vintage farm equipment. I hope more paintings can come out of this unforgettable trip.</div>
Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-2548879899102475022017-08-02T13:34:00.000-04:002017-08-02T13:34:01.203-04:00REHOBOTH ART LEAGUE OUTDOOR SHOWI've been painting things around our garden lately. These faded red chairs are so welcoming to the three of us, including Mistinguett the cat. Hope to see you at this beautiful outdoor show in an idyllic setting.<br />
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-32091450210022200782017-06-05T14:40:00.000-04:002017-06-05T14:40:12.179-04:00Nutty Little Bedtime Paintings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At night before I begin to sleep or tolerate insomnia I usually draw our cat or something from my imagination. Lately I've been using these spontaneous sketches for inspiration in the studio. I have a small 4" x 6" watercolor pad and some gouache paints which I use to give the pencil lines a life in color. The range of images is wide but some of my favorite pieces are cartoony mechanical characters.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Jack in His Box of Doom" ©2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Robot Totem" ©2017</td></tr>
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But of course I have to include at least one painting of our cat Mistinguett.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mistinguett" ©2017</td></tr>
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-58018044309880046942017-05-26T13:51:00.000-04:002017-05-26T13:52:40.565-04:00CRAB CARCASSES<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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At least once in a season we have a crab feast with friends and family on our patio. There are always a few, unmolested, left-over bodies and what the chef does not use for soup I save for my models in the studio. I carefully wrap them in foil and put into the freezer. This pair here that I saved is about three years old. They are getting so brittle and faded that I might need a new gang. The one on the left you might recognize from some of my Old Bay and Crab painting. He was splendid. But now I only want to paint them without the props. Here's another posing solo below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Solo Crab" oil on birch panel ( 6" x 12") 2016</td></tr>
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-39763898048763928142017-04-26T17:50:00.001-04:002017-04-27T13:03:37.026-04:00IN A FLASH<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Before the digital age, photography was loaded with equipment and gadgets even for the average consumer. Every family had their main household camera for documenting special occasions. If your event occurred indoors then the flash unit had to be attached to the camera. The bulbs popped in the second that the photo was taken. It then became a blistered, bumpy cast off that I found to be fascinating. Running my fingers over the knobby reject was a very tactile experience. There was nothing else I could compare it to.<br />
A few months ago while visiting <a href="http://www.renningers.net/" target="_blank">Renninger's</a>, one of my favorite haunts, I found this old relic and I had to have it for a model in my studio. Now I think I need more to keep it company.Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-7455298517697211212017-04-18T14:52:00.001-04:002017-04-26T17:58:49.740-04:00NARCISSUSNarcissus, according to Greek mythology and our old friend Edith Hamilton who I remember from my Latin class, was a beautiful youth who rejected the nymph Echo and fell in love with his own reflection in a pool. There is a quote from him crying to Echo, " <br />
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We have enjoyed our narcissus flowers in the garden this spring. I love how delicate yet sturdy they are when surrounded by their daffodil cousins. As of this morning they are finished but I managed to do a few paintings while they were here.<br />
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-52186284787055980452017-04-08T14:19:00.000-04:002017-04-12T13:47:09.656-04:00EGGS and SPRINGTIMETook my daily walk along Stony Run today. Things are really ready to burst forth now. The birds are busy making nests and singing noisy songs. The moist ground is covered with green growth of all types. Spring is here without further delay. And the neighborhood children are anticipating their annual Easter egg hunt in the meadow this afternoon. All this leads me to doing a couple of paintings of eggs. Not Easter eggs, but eggs ready to be poached, scrambled, fried or hard boiled.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Eggies, Too" oil on canvas, (4" x 6") 2017</td></tr>
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-2205935013192739422017-01-04T16:18:00.000-05:002017-01-23T13:17:23.574-05:00DC TRANSIT SNOW SWEEPER MAKES SWEET DREAMSHappy New Year! I've always wanted to paint a streetcar snow sweeper and this one is broken down as the white stuff melts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"DC Transit Snow Sweeper" oil on canvas ( 14" x 24") 2016</td></tr>
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I have a friend named Mike who grew up in DC and he says about that building,<br />
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This intersection is close to where I frequently bought art supplies at the former Utrecht Linens at 13th & I st NW. When Utrecht opened in Baltimore I quit traveling to DC so much. But I have fond memories of that neighborhood. Fourteenth St. was still in business with a few "men's entertainment arcades." There was a bus station that later had to make way for the Verizon Center construction. And parking all day was $7 on a gravel lot over on I street. From there I could walk to the mall for some great art exhibitions or just hang around to watch the life on the streets of NW DC. I was particularly fond of the area around the National Portrait Gallery. There were still small shops, stereo and liquor stores that were in their last days of existence. Those drowsy days of DC were indeed being swept away.<br />
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-73513215377359301232016-10-23T17:40:00.000-04:002016-10-23T22:51:53.961-04:00CLOWN SIGHTINGS from the pastIt's in the news and all over social media....there are clown sightings everywhere. Most of the clowns are described as menacing and/or evil. Even the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/16/opinion/sunday/what-do-the-scary-clowns-want.html" target="_blank">NewYork Times</a> has written about this resurgence of clown appearances or visions.<br />
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During my childhood, clowns entertained children and families at circuses and parties. They were sort of amusing, like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clarabell_the_Clown" target="_blank">Clarabell</a> on the Howdy Doody Show. But there was an intimidating quality some of these clowns possessed even then. After all, Clarabell was intensely mute and forced to mime until the final episode of Howdy. I never was bothered by the circus clowns who seemed like harmless goofs.<br />
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There was another clown in my childhood that left such an impression that I had to paint him. This one was probably constructed of papier mâché and beckoned all to join him inside Laff in the Dark, a scary fun-house ride at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gwynn_Oak_Park" target="_blank">Gwynn Oak Park in Baltimore, MD</a>. And I will add that this was my favorite ride at the park.</div>
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-66895065186475786302016-07-20T13:56:00.000-04:002016-07-20T13:56:33.535-04:00IT'S HOT!It has been a typical Baltimore July with heat and humidity. My trusty General Electric Fan has been moving the air in my studio every day. I honored its service with an oil painting last week.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Fan: Trusty General Electric in Motion" oil on board (12" x 16") 2016</td></tr>
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-66738401822976340942016-07-07T11:41:00.000-04:002016-07-07T11:41:45.444-04:00Comforting Blue Beauties of SummerThe hydrangeas in our garden are bursting forth with hues of pink, purple, lavender and blue. We have eight bushes and no two are exactly the same color. There is one that stands out with the most brilliant blue blossoms imaginable. I snipped a few flower heads to bring to the studio over the weekend. I wanted to remember how much they comforted me in my melancholia entwined with sweet memories of Thierry Jeannier who left us too soon last month. Rest in Peace dear man. You were a genuine friend and beloved son to us and we miss you every day.<br />
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-10674821300815149872016-05-18T08:03:00.000-04:002016-05-18T08:03:26.787-04:00NORTHERN VIRGINIA FINE ART FESTIVAL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-87846297051061952052016-05-04T16:50:00.002-04:002016-05-05T14:38:29.776-04:00Mind Your BeeswaxBees are buzzing around the studio this week. Here are my new tiny paintings of our waxy, winged pollinators. A generous friend who has a studio down the hall recently gave me a few small frames that he could not use. I decided that these little bees would look very cozy nesting in two of the beautiful gold frames. The little oils will be dry by the weekend and ready to rest in their new "hive."<br />
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-19014884669916625612016-04-07T14:34:00.000-04:002016-04-07T15:25:31.256-04:00ARLINGTON FESTIVAL of the ARTSMy first outdoor <a href="http://www.artfestival.com/festivals/arlington-festival-arts" target="_blank">show of the season is in Arlington</a><a href="http://www.artfestival.com/festivals/arlington-festival-arts" target="_blank">, Virginia</a> next weekend. I will have many new oil paintings including this typewriter (featured here) that I found in the attic during the 2016 Baltimore blizzard. Since many of you have made the request, I'll bring additional paintings of vintage objects including the sewing machines and telephones. Hope everyone can stop by my booth. It would be fun to see all of you!<br />
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-3330969143122157112016-03-27T11:41:00.001-04:002016-03-27T11:42:07.339-04:00LONG'S PARK ROOSTERMaybe it's the arrival of spring. I'm not sure but I painted another rooster. This one was a rescued rooster who soon became a resident at <a href="http://longspark.org/" target="_blank">Long's Park </a>in Lancaster, PA.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Long's Park Rooster" oil on board, (11" x 14") 2016</td></tr>
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-2703772026718065712016-03-13T09:56:00.000-04:002016-03-14T17:47:01.802-04:00GENTLE HEN<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Gentle Hen" oil on board, (8" x 8") 2016</td></tr>
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Spring is in the air and I have chickens on my mind. I like this quiet hen who appears to be carefully preening herself in the sunshine. I looked in my sketchbooks of hen drawings and she was there on the page in a quick dash of lines. So I did this little oil painting of her.Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-88546791595135351982016-02-28T14:15:00.000-05:002016-02-28T15:29:59.060-05:00SEWING COMPANIONSAs teenagers in the mid to late 1960s my girlfriends and I often sewed simple dresses for ourselves. We'd shop at Hutzler's or Brager Gutman's to select a pattern and then choose our fabric and accessories. One item I never was able to own was a colorful pin cushion that featured cheerful Asian children encircling its circumference. The thought of having their playful company as I hand-sewed the hem of my latest creation was reassuring. But that idea always remained a dream. A few months ago I was visiting <a href="http://www.renningers.net/index.php/main-locations/adamstown/adamstown-home" target="_blank">Renninger's</a>, one of my favorite haunts, when I discovered a dealer with all kinds of sewing paraphernalia. Among the spools of thread, tools, zippers, buttons and needles was the darling pin cushion I had always coveted. These days I no longer sew but paint instead. So naturally I had to do a little painting of my recently realized dream of owning these little sewing companions.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sewing Companions" oil on wood panel (6" x 6") 2016</td></tr>
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-6749296243397958022016-01-25T00:45:00.000-05:002016-01-25T12:37:19.104-05:00A Rooster Named Jackson<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Jackson Squared" oil on panel (12" x 12") 2016</td></tr>
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Jackson was an authentic flesh and feather rooster who I met on a hot July day at <a href="http://www.clarklandfarm.com/" target="_blank">Clark's Elioak Farm</a> in Howard County, MD. Martha Clark who owns the farm and Enchanted Forest Museum, has a petting area where young and old patrons can see and touch most of the domestic livestock. I've continued to paint Jackson over the years. In fact he was in my first paintings of 2016. A magnificent and very vain cock of the barnyard, he proudly took charge of his flock. We got along well because I flattered him with buttery soft words that he wanted to hear.<br />
"Jackson, you are such a handsome man, please stand over here in the light where I can see you better," the suspicious hens would overhear me saying to him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Jackson Puffy and Square" oil on panel (16" x 16") 2016</td></tr>
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In time he would come close, but not too close, and lay on his side so that he could spread his wings and show me his splendid plumage. His flirtatiousness took me quite by surprise but I snapped photos of him in that position and he loved it. One day I might share them here with everyone.<br />
I don't know if Jackson is still strutting around his rural kingdom, but where ever he is, he will be forever remembered in oil paint many times over.<br />
So I want to share with you the two most recent paintings of him. Here are they are still on the easel as they dry.<br />
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-28883652131148947902016-01-13T16:53:00.000-05:002016-01-25T12:31:22.538-05:00DARLING LITTLE CLEMENTINES<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Darling Little Clementines" oil on panel, (6" x 12") 2015</td></tr>
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We love the fruity sweetness of clementines. My husband, a native of Provence, calls them mandarines. He reminds me every year that the crop from <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Morocco/@31.4771418,-16.0948197,5z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!3m1!1s0xd0b88619651c58d:0xd9d39381c42cffc3" target="_blank">Morocco</a>, located in northwestern Africa, is the tastiest. He is right. Coming in second place is the harvest from neighboring Spain. After that we just don't take any chances since too many countries have jumped on board and frankly their clementines just don't compare. The season is almost over now and we are about to purchase our final bunch from the supermarket. I adore the petite crates in which they are presented. It just makes them even more darling and fun to paint.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"My Darling Clementines" oil on canvas, (12" x 16") 2014</td></tr>
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<br />Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-62276123066521803612016-01-04T13:43:00.000-05:002016-01-05T15:52:31.877-05:00THE BEES' KNEES<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Bee Bombers" oil on panel (6" x 6") 2015</td></tr>
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As summer came and went, I watched the gentle honeybees tirelessly visit the gardens in our Baltimore city neighborhood. Without grumble or protest they worked hard in the elements from dawn to dusk making sure to pollinate every flower and blossom within their range. Our buzzing friends never asked us to recognize that they were responsible for tending to the reproductive health of our fruit and flowers. In addition, they unselfishly shared their sweet bounty with the human keepers of their apiaries. For those who are curious to learn more about the life of bees, here's an explanation about <a href="http://hubpages.com/animals/Inside-the-Bee-Hive-How-Bees-Make-Honey#" target="_blank">life inside the hive.</a></div>
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I now understand the old phrase, "the bees knees." Originally, it referred to something insignificant like the knees of a bee... or perhaps as the work of the bees seems insignificant on a daily basis. But the long term effects of their work is nothing short of remarkable. And so, in more modern times the meaning changed, when we experience something fantastic we say it is the "bees knees."</div>
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I'm taking my cues from the bees for 2016: work hard, give unselfishly and ask for nothing in return but peace. Here are a few of my small oil paintings that they recently inspired.</div>
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Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-91235478570891763412015-12-23T14:45:00.000-05:002015-12-27T14:57:52.013-05:00May Your Holidays be Filled with Peace, Light and the Distant Sound of a Train Whistle<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The MA and PA; Chugging along the tracks in Snowy Evergreen" (10" x 14") oil on canvas, 2014</td></tr>
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In Baltimore we are experiencing near record, warm temperatures during December. It's rainy today and downright muggy instead of raw. Our firewood remains stacked and barely touched in the shed. So for all my friends and followers who are pining away for cold and snow, here's a little remembrance of a snowy day along the MA and PA tracks in North Baltimore. The specific location is next to Stony Run in a little neighborhood called Evergreen. If you are curious about this adorable railroad that ran between Maryland and Pennsylvania there is an ultimate book on the subject titled, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Ma-Pa-Maryland-Pennsylvania/dp/0801862949" target="_blank">"The Ma & Pa: The History of the Maryland and Pennsylvania Railroad,"</a> by George Hilton. You can still see the remains of the MA & PA roundhouse on Falls Road by the <a href="http://www.baltimorestreetcar.org/" target="_blank">Baltimore Streetcar Museum</a>.Charlene Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14579883379290814162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831930771815302073.post-14185032991798233712015-11-29T15:21:00.000-05:002015-12-08T14:43:21.321-05:00Things Go Better with Coke<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Coca-Cola Machine" oil on panel, (12" x 6") 2015</td></tr>
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The <a href="http://www.thebmi.org/" target="_blank">Baltimore Museum of Industry</a> has a wide assortment of vintage objects in its permanent collection. This mid-century Coca-Cola vending Machine has been sitting in their lunch room for years. One cannot purchase an ice cold bottle of coke from it. In fact I assume it's there merely to amuse the diners and patrons. It's a pretty old piece that probably sold those 6 1/2 ounce, green-cast, glass bottles of the vanilla and cinnamon flavored beverage.</div>
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The original bright red paint is still intact, save some dings and dents, and it begged me to do a painting of it. So even though I usually come alive with the "Pepsi generation"I could not resist this machine's appeal. So here's a little oil painting to honor its position in my favorite Baltimore museum.</div>
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