Saturday, April 28, 2012


WAITING
Nancy Herman
6" x 8"
oil on canvas

On the one rainy day last week I painted this station in Gdansk, Poland for the virtual paintout for April using Google maps.  I am making some progress with weeding and should be back painting on a more regular schedule soon.

$125.00









Friday, April 20, 2012


Heart Throb
30" x 30"
gicle print
archival ink on archival paper

I have not been posting for the past week or so, as I have been busy weeding and planting my garden.  I am about half way through and unless it rains a lot, which would be a good thing for the garden, I won't be painting until I am finished.  While I rest in between battling with weeds, I have designed some new pieces in pure color.  This is the first, titled Heart Throb.  It was inspired by the way light comes through the newly opening leaves in the early evening in spring. Spring for me always brings out a restless desire to be a part of nature in some way.  I guess the closest I can get is to dig in the earth or find some order in a set of colors.

$400.00



Monday, April 9, 2012

Weepping cherry and Veronica


WEEPING CHERRY AND VERONICA
nancy Herman
8" x 6"
oil on canvas

This year's Weeping Cheery was especially beautiful.  It came out early and has remained because of the cold weather.  Now the petals are drifting gently down into the garden with every breeze.  The wild Veronica is gracing the lawn in all its glory as well.  There is one beautiful flower after another in the untreated lawn when it is allowed to grow to several inches in the spring.  
SOLD





Monday, April 2, 2012

DAFFODILS


DAFFODIL
Nancy Herman
6" x 8"
oil on canvas board



Daffodils with all their pristine beauty say "spring".  
After reading Wordsworth's simple but elegant poem once again I realize how art and nature can intertwine and etch our psyche.  The poem reminds us of how nature can be a solice even when we are "on the couch in pensive mood" and it echoes in our mind when we see daffodils dancing o'er the hills reminding us of the power of poetry.


DAFFODILS
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.