Cactus Flowers

“Cactus Flowers”
11” x 14”
Unframed - Oil on prepared Masonite
Available at $430.
Laura Marie Anderson © November 20, 2006

The “Cactus Flowers” is another painting that I have not been satisfied with. Today I repainted it, also. Actually I applied many glazes of different colors trying to achieve these rich colors. I this painting is finished.

Linda in the Boat, East Rosebud Lake

"Linda in the Boat, East Rosebud Lake

8"x10", Oil on Panel,

© Laura Marie Anderson

$225. SOLD

I am sending out a post today. It has been such a long time. I want to start with a painting I did last fall, shortly after my last post. I have been trying to find a way to save my blog entries on my own computer, not just on cyberspace. I have decided to do it through The Journal, a software that I have used since 1998. My length of use of this software should say enough about its reliability. Some years back, the man that developed and has since updated this software regularly, added this blogging feature. Back then I wasn't interested in blogging, so I ignored this function.

This is a painting entitled "Linda in the Boat." The day of this fun snow was October 12, 2008. We got about 40" of snow. Some of it drifted much higher. I called Linda Reynolds that day to see how she was doing and mentioned that she might try to get into this one cabin which was near hers and retrieve a glass jar and some cans of food that I thought would freeze and make a mess. Instead she dug her boat out of the snow and then pushed it down the bank and into the lake. She rowed over to get me. My mission, to retrieve a glass jar of Spaghetti sauce. I had been at this cabin while the snow was coming down, but at that time we only had about 18". I was turning off and draining the water from this cabin. I did see the jar, but didn't give it much thought until later. Anyway, it was a great excuse to get out of the house and play in the snow.

Now I am a tall girl, about 5'10" and when I pushed my way through the snow it was nearly chest high, but still fluffy enough to be able to move it with great effort. I made my way down to the boat dock in front of the lodge and waited for Linda to become visible. I was hoping that nothing happened on her way over and I would be forced to kick my way back through the snow and without the jar. Soon, I saw her come around the shoreline and into view. I started taking pictures of her as she paddled her way over to pick me up. The lake was quite still and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds. There as a wonderful quietness that enveloped the shore in its new white blanket.

Our trip was successful and we got to enjoy the beauty of East Rosebud Lake from a wonderful vantage point. Thank you Linda.

Morning Glory

“Morning Glory”
15”x30” Unframed - Oil on Canvas on Hardboard $1265.  SOLD

Laura Marie Anderson © April 30, 2007

I started this painting last summer, but the water rose up onto the sand bar before I could get it done, so it has been patiently waiting leaned up against the wall. I went down a couple mornings this week and finished the painting. And what a lovely one it is.

The Old Columbus Barn

The Old Columbus Barn 

Oil on Canvas, 18"x24"

Here is the old Columbus Barn.  It used to be right at the bridge near the Yellowstone River in Columbus.  It stood in this spot for more than 50 years - which I know of.  It withstood floods, windstorms and severe winters. A few years ago people were allowed to take some of its old barn wood.  This it didn't handle well.  It started to crumple.  Eventually, it settled to the ground and its remains were burnt.  What a pity to see the old landmark replaced by some RV's, a picnic table and a burn barrel in the summers.

Hellroaring Falls

Hellroaring Falls

Oil on Archivally Prepared Panel, 12"x9"

This is a plein air painting.  How exciting to be painting near such a thunderous water fall.  These falls are (guessing) at least 50' tall and only a few miles from East Rosebud Lake.  Some call them the local secret.

Shepard Mountain from Jimmy Joe Campground

Oil on Canvas on Archivally Prepared Panel, 8"x16"

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This is a painting I started outside on Sunday, March 11.  I drove up toward East Rosebud Lake stopping at the Jimmy Joe Campground. It was a quiet morning and I hiked around for quite awhile listening to the birds of Spring, until I found this spot near the creeks edge. I unloaded the pack, which carries my French easel and began to paint.  After about an hour and a half, when I was totally absorbed in the painting, the wind came up, first taking my cap and then threatening to steal away my painting.  I gathered myself up quickly and made it out before the real winds took hold.  I picked up the painting up this week and finished it.

Thinking of You, Oil on Panel, 10"x8"

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Thinking of You, Oil on Panel, 10"x8"

I found this antique clown bank in the junk store.  I am sure he would be a great paintings for your child’s or Grandchild’s room. 

Much to my surprise many adults are afraid of clowns.  Some chalk it up to having watched Stephen Kings, “ Chucky”.  So, I’d like to take a poll in the comment section: 

Do you like clowns or not, and did you see Stephen King’s Chucky?

Christy in the Canoe

Christy in the Canoe 11”x14” o/c

One day Christy stopped by and asked me if I would like to go out in the canoe. I was right in the middle of painting but it was such a beautiful day I decided to take a break. It was so peaceful out on the lake we made our way around a couple times before she dropped me back at the dock. As she rowed away, I saw a painting appearing before my eyes. The next day I stood in the same spot and started the under-painting for this painting. I found the painting leaning up against the wall the other day and pulled it out to finish it. What lovely memories this painting brought back to me.

Shaving Brush

Shaving Brush 8"x6" Oil on Linen on Panel $130.

Memories of my father in the bathroom standing in front of a mirror lathering up his face. Later listening as he drug the razor across the stubble of his beard. My fear that he might cut himself as he tipped his chin up to shave his neck. My pride when he made it through the process. The aroma of Old Spice? For my dad shaving was a morning practice with an extra evening shave for special occasions.