Once again I tried to mimic Qiang Huang's distinctive style. February contains the holiday Valentine's Day which is meant to be an opportunity to show the one you love how much they mean to you again. This particular tile is exactly like my attempts to show my wife how special she is to me. I can try and try but I'll never get it to match how I feel exactly right.
For the perpetual calendar I decided that a folk art-like bag of apples or some generic "town" wouldn't do, so I decided on a painting of our house. Sometimes, especially in June, the house gets bathed in a brilliant yellow light early in the morning. I leave the house just early enough to catch this moment before it becomes too bright and it was important to me to capture this in oil. The beginning of every day is an opportunity to see the world in a new light and the poetry of this moment is fleeting.
When I started getting the calendar together I had the idea of using wood to match the calendar. When I laid it out, however, I quickly realized how much wood would be in your face so I changed direction and went with the idea of using nature for each month. I made a couple of exceptions, but I'm really happy with the results overall. This has turned into the longest art project I've ever undertaken but it will be well worth it. It's also inspired me to continue painting which I had stopped for quite some time. Working on this every week has also sharpened my skills and I hope to continue that trend.
May - Poppies
July - Corn
December - Pine tree with cardinal
October - Candy corn
April - Forsythia
September - Apple tree
August - Sunflowers
I have a few more to go and will post them when I finish.
I found an artist online that I'm fascinated by and tried (unsuccessfully) to copy his style for this tile. The original is on his blog here. His is so much more vibrant but it was good practice. It was hard to duplicate the deliberate but quick strokes that seem to be his hallmark, especially with acrylic. It was worth the effort to celebrate a day dedicated to the difficult work my wife puts in every day. Without her, our house would come to grinding halt.