New Art = New Blog: Bigger and Better Than Ever Before

Enjoy the photos, you should be able to click on to open them up and even pinch open further.

Very satisfying, 60 people viewed my last post during the first three days!

And, I Shut down my website, claudlylesartworks.com for a couple of reasons. 

I dropped Instagram. Privacy and waste of time concerns :)

I hope you enjoy the updates to my art and life as presented in this blog. IF you don't like the political stuff and don't want to receive future blogs just say so, no hard feelings. So far, only two have taken me up on the offer. With that in mind, remember:

Below the Fold below is where lies controversial stuff, if you don't want to go there, stay above.

And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present:

New Art: Actually a re-work from months ago. I give up. This is as far as I can go. The scene is from Koreshan State Park in Estero. An interesting project in placement, human  interest, light and dark, paint coverage (I sanded it down once because it was so thick).  If you have been there, at least you will recognize the bridge. 

8 x 10" oil on canvas board of Mt Olympus as you head into Estes Park on US 36, from a photo I took two summers ago.











Honor:  Recently I ran across a photo of Joan Miro in his studio. I have framed a poster of his 1978 show at the City Museum in Madrid, Spain. Furthermore, I received one of my few "A" grades in college, on an Art History paper I wrote describing how he used color for composition vs line or shape.

Cooking: Linda made some cookies for a special 90th Birthday...no, not mine! 4-day project.

Humor: Justin Smith must have read my Lifting book...and he was only 22 years old. 

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Remember when all of the guys wanted to date Madonna? Lookin' good Gal

Banking humor...clients should not look

Reading: Forbes Magazine...I liked this thought during these tough times. Hats off to the whole White House Team, what an effort they put forth, and obviously the docs, nurses, hospital staff.

Listening: The quiet Beatle. Recently I read an article in the Smithsonian magazine which described what was probably George's last normal weekend. Several months after Love Me Do was released in England in March 1963, the four took two weeks off. John went one place, I think Paul and Ringo went to Greece, and George with his older brother visited their sister Cathie in Benton, IL, about 100 miles southeast of St. Louis. They flew in to Lambert where she picked them up. She spent the days hawking her brother's new band in England and their single. They went camping in a state park. Went to a drive-in movie "They wouldn't have these in Liverpool - all you would see is your windshield wipers working." He stood in during a 100 person music night at the VFW. One person didn't make friends with the guitarist when he told the band they should recruit this kid with the strange haircut' "He's pretty good". No one here had heard of The Beatles. Being a coal mine town, the men especially, associated long hair with poverty. Think of it, this was surely his last normal weekend. From now on crowds, demands, press, almost non-stop touring and recording. No more would he be just Cathie's little brother. So, It made me curious on which songs George sang lead. Some are obvious, but some were a surprise. All four guys were heavy smokers (I wonder if Paul is still) and as we know, George died of lung and two other cancers at 58, way too young. 

Watching: Florida sunrise April 23, 2020

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Enter at your own risk:

Just saying..."In fact," Isaac adds, "we're the only highly populated nation to meet the World Health Organization's standards for safe air. Of developed countries, only Canada and Australia have cleaner air. It's worth noting, however, that both of their economies are considerably smaller — smaller than the state of Texas's economy alone." So we are back to cost vs benefit, right?

A, you have a G, and you have another A. Ta-da!

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And...

BIG NEWS!

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Her name was Mia and she was born a year after my father. The original artwork was redesigned in the 50's according to the Wall Street Journal, by an Ojibwe artist named DesJarlait. "I'm sorry to see it go," his son told the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, "We live in a politically correct time..." "But in our family, my dad's work is a source of pride for us. He broke barriers as an Ojibwe artist from Red Lake. Back then you didn't find native people in those kinds of jobs, and this gave him the opportunity to put his spin on a well-known native image." ...In America in 2020, a box of butter is never just a box of butter, went on the editorial.