Just when you say no more...

I get moody, I get fed up, I say "...no more..."  I will never paint again, I have no energy...I cannot face the challenge of a blank piece of paper and pretty colors after a day in corporate America.  No more.  I want to be normal and watch reruns of Gilmore Girls and Sex in the City and eat Cheetos (I love Cheetos and not the baked ones, thank you very much) when I get home.  Screw the artwork.  Then I get into an exhibit.

The exhibit is opening on April 24 in the Garden House Gallery in Leu Gardens, downtown Orlando. Watercolors in a botanical theme is the work that will be shown.  My painting, "Wild Oranges" was accepted in the show.  I found these little citrus globes of color on  back dirt road in Volusia County, Florida -- I wondered how they got there and how long ago they had been planted...

Come to the opening on 4/24 at Leu Gardens from 5:30 to 7:30 pm if you  live in the area -- would love to meet you-- it's all about the audience and that keeps me working!

"Wild Oranges"

Watercolor

Krys Pettit

Morris Island Light

"Morris Island Light"

Krys Pettit

Watercolor on Paper

Morris Island Light, decommissioned and eroding, still manages to stand tall on what remains of Morris Island north of Folly Beach in South Carolina.  Once secure on an island with buildings and shelter for the lighthouse keeper and a family, jetties constructed in the late 1800’s began a slow, eroding death of the land mass that supported it.  Constructed in 1876 and eventually decommissioned in 1962 is still stirs the imagination and touches artists, lighthouse fanatics and vanguards of historic preservation.  I have painted many lighthouses and the one I cannot stand next to is the one that intrigues me the most – lonely, abandoned, and at some point possibly being claimed by the sea it observed for some many decades..
Learn about the efforts to keep this chapter lighthouse and Southern history from completely disappearing:
http://www.savethelight.org/.

Abstract...how do I abstract?

"One Year Later"

Watercolor on Yupo

Krys Pettit

How the devil do I abstract?  How do I take the normal, representational of the last x-number of years and turn it around -- dissect, take it apart? I have no idea.  Paint, water, a surface that does not lend itself to the medium I choose...maybe that is a start.  No photos to copy from, no pre-sketching,  A memory, a thought, water, color, instant gratification.  Fond memories of Boynton Canyon, outside of Sedona.  Not sure I did the beauty justice...