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it's nice and sweet

Delivered a triptych (three paintings than can hang together as one image) to friends of ours the other night. They have a new/remodelled home that is all big space and clean lines -- so I hope this textured, rough-and-ready painting is a good fit by way of contrast (as I worked on it, I had in mind the kind of worn-away mural you would find at a seaside). The place names on the bather's caps are some of the cities that our friends have lived in.

it's nice and sweet, mixed media on cradled wood panel; 60 x 40 x 1.5 inches; triptych; the string series continues.



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While I'm here: artstream studios still has paintings of mine for sale and, as always with my work, they really are priced to *sell*. Also: the proprietor of the gallery, Susan Schwake, has a wonderful art-instruction book coming out soon, called Art Lab for Kids, and I'll have more on that later.

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  1. Not to gush but I truly truly LOVE this set! Lucky ducks those friends of yours.

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  2. Anonymous9:37 am

    Beautiful! Great dashes of color.

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  3. We are in love with these paintings....they are perfect for our house, which I like to think of as modern meets east coast.

    Can't wait to get them on the wall.
    THANK YOU!
    J

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  4. Thank you everyone -- and I'm really glad you like them, J + J. I think they'll look great in your space.

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  5. this is a wonderful piece of work DJ - really wonderful :)

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  6. What a fantastic piece (or pieces). The new owners are lucky to have an artist friend, and you are lucky to have friends that love your art.

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