Gallery These flowers have some kind of quiet stillness about them. They are one of the first flowers to arrive in the Spring. I have just a small patch but I am always grateful to see them, They are also some of the first visitors want to dig up to take home to start their own patch. I have just recently started to say no.The basic bean in it’s entirety. I was at a town festival in the Midwest when I took this picture. The day was very hot. There were 275, 4 x 4 foot squares painted on the street, also there were 275 children of all ages with a brush, and 6 colours of paint for every square. Each one went about their task with different moods, ideas, expertise and intensity. This little one had thrown her bicycle aside and with one word spoke columns. Bless her.There are always such interesting people at gallery openings. I didn’t get a chance to meet these two women but they look so interesting By not meeting them I can better imagine a number of dynamics that may be involved in the conversation from gossip to espionage. In any case this exchange ow words looks like a great secret.My granddaughter couldn’t wait to turn 4 to take ballet lessons. Here she is in a yellow room with a dozen other 4 year olds. The girls seldom lined up or had the same body movements, but the room was yellow. . . so yellow even the floor looked yellow. How could you stand still in such yellow? The instructor stayed amazingly calm, the girls amazingly active. I had to paint it.Her popularity spans generations and it started out I wanted to paint something people would want to buy. Which picture, how big, questions and answers I ask with every painting. I started. I whited out her face more than once, eyes to small, start again. Chair first, drying time, legs and feet, more drying time, the skirt, the layers, drying time. My studio was beside the path taken downstairs every morning, She was such a seemingly permanent fixture so she greeted us most mornings. It started out I wanted to paint a painting people would want to buy. I ended up painting the painting I wanted to paint. She was a great learning experience.Being from my family of collectors in the Summer we went to a lot of auctions, usually outside among neighbours and friends. Outside auctions are almost unheard of now, but on this day not so long ago, in Bellevue Iowa I went to this one. The day was perfect, warm, breezy. One some day, like this one, all of your pictures just turn out. Going through the pictures later I couldn’t resist this one of these two friends in this setting. If you ever have a chance to go to an auction inside or out it is a wonderful way to spend a day I am a one “maybe” two brushes at a time kind of gal myself. This painting speaks of a woman at a much different skill level than I. Touche’.If I seen this person on the street I don’t know how I would react. My hope is that I would greet her as with anyone and be compelled to strike up a conversation because she appears to be such an interesting person. Another reaction would be to think and judge her until my scenario of her would be a pathetic story. The truth is I would like someday to wear a wonderful hat in a crowd and know whatever the reaction, “I am Billie the Great.”I was driving through the county last Summer specifically looking for the perfect photograph. I drove by several pastures of cattle, all intent on grazing. I pulled over and watched for awhile disturbing nothing and no one until this cow. She looked up. She even stopped chewing. Now “she” was watching “me.” I walked along side the road, I took a series of pictures, got back in my car and realized that for a cow she was basking me with attention. I wondered then and am still wondering now what the conversation would be if she could talk?There are a few points to be made with this painting I think. As a local landmark some may know as the point at Spruce Creek Park in Bellevue Iowa. There though is other points here, the relaxation time, the father and child spending time, the approaching fishing boat, even the bicycle propped against the tree sends a message of future moments of freedom. I hold up my glass and send hope to all that we have many hours to come of whatever we call freedom. That’s the point.