Ellis County Courthouse, Waxahachie, Texas
Rising at 7:00, I traveled with a painting buddy to Waxahachie, Texas to begin our first day of “Paint Historic Waxahachie.” I began with the Ellis County Courthouse, enjoying the 71-degree overcast temperatures. This courthouse has deviled me for years with all its minute detail, but this time I was in the mood to go after it. As soon as I finished, Ibegan another on the northwest corner of the square, but fatigue had already set in, so I dashed it out pretty quickly and hauled my weary body back home. I opened the Levitt Pavilion Music and Art Festival last night, and have to return to my booth this afternoon. So, I got in a quick couple of paintings and then turned it around. This double duty is exhausting, to say the least.
Yes, I misspelled “Antiques”!
The fatigue factor got the best of me. I misspelled “antiques”. Nevertheless, I’ll mat the painting and see if anyone wants to buy it anyway.
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal because I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.
Recollections 54 The Art of David Tripp 
May 25, 2013 at 4:52 pm |
ahem, if you didn’t tell us, i suspect that 80 percent would not catch that spelling goof! i did something similar a few days ago as well.. i think i was in so much of a right-brained mode, that i was working in auto pilot.. i caught the goof and corrected it so that the person never knew about the mistake!
your paintings are lovely! yes, sometimes we have to eye that bull for a long time before grabbing its horns and wrestling it into submission. you did a great job!
z
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May 26, 2013 at 10:24 am |
Au contraire! I have friends who catch those spelling errors in a hurry! I had to get out in front of this one! I couldn’t believe how fast that sign “happened”–it was as if I could do no wrong. I’ll bet I had the entire thing drawn and painted in two minutes. Then I saw the spelling! Embarrassed, but amused. Thank you so much for all the nice, affirming things you post! I am so jealous of your culture in Ecuador–it has to be a truly stunning environment for an artistic spirit. Here, I live in an American suburban bedroom community. My Man Cave is the only one in the neighborhood that is not noisy with table saws, drill presses, and the sounds one hears under the hood of a car. 🙂
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May 26, 2013 at 11:18 am
after working on the large watercolor, you were in high-efficiency right-brain mode… it’s a great place to be, and i think when we are there, we’re sidled beside a much-greater source of genius that looks on lovingly. we’re very lucky to be able to tap into that source, or to have it sprinkle its magic dust over us!
life on the river on sundays is pure bliss. the pumps are not running (high tide) and the workers are in town at the futbol games or at the beach, and it’s just the river and the birds and me. ahhh, silence is truly golden!
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May 27, 2013 at 8:28 pm
I just love the way you talk about life down there, and the river environment. I do miss it so. I spent much time on the Mississippi River growing up, but Texas doesn’t know what a river is! Rivers here are creeks by Missouri standards.
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May 27, 2013 at 9:04 pm
once in costa rica, i had been painting for a while and had some left-over paint (acrylic).. i looked at a coconut that was to the right of my computer and served as a holder for my headphones…(for music in the rainy season) i started painting eyes on the coconut, and half an hour later the most unique piece of art i’ve ever done emerged from that painting session. i still marvel, ‘where did that come from?’ the main thing was that i was in an efficient painting mode and continued, just like you did….
z
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May 27, 2013 at 9:11 pm
That’s a great story. I have never been disappointed when responding to an impulse to make art spontaneously the way you just described.
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May 26, 2013 at 10:15 am |
Oh my gosh these paintings are beautiful. Thanks for the follow by the way; I look forward to reading your blog. And those last three lines struck me like an arrow to the heart. I can so relate.
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May 26, 2013 at 10:18 am |
Thank you so much for looking. I love painting, blogging, and really love talking to kindred spirits in the blogosphere. I appreciate your kind remarks. It’s nice to feel “connected” instead of alone in this enterprise.
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May 26, 2013 at 10:17 am |
Sorry for the confusion…. I came across this post from a reblog from ĐẶC SẢN ĐÀ NẴNG who just stared following me. I followed the breadcrumbs back more carefully!
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May 26, 2013 at 10:31 am |
No problem. I apprecate the reblog, and new friends it brings my way.
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May 27, 2013 at 2:35 pm |
Your paintings are lovely…like someone else already said. And the misspell?…we may have thought the original sign painter made a mistake! 😉 That fatigue!…it’ll to get a person! I actually pushed through it!…(a landscape on clayboard)…which today was put on a piece of furniture crafted by my husband. Worth the push, but hard to do! Art is one of the greatest joys in my life. The idea…the process…and seeing the finished piece are all rewarding. Seeing it leave is sometimes sad… I feel so blessed to have this talent, don’t you?
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May 27, 2013 at 8:23 pm |
BJR, thank you so much. I’m really inspired to learn of your recent “push through” the fatigue. I did some more of that today. I’m glad I had the afternoon and evening home to rest. Tomorrow is school and another afternoon/evening painting in that quaint, historic town.
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May 27, 2013 at 4:14 pm |
Beautiful artwork : )
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May 27, 2013 at 8:17 pm |
Thank you!
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May 30, 2013 at 11:03 pm |
I predict that someday, long after we’re gone, you will achieve unanticipated posthumous fame, and this painting will be auctioned for a huge sum precisely because of the revered artist’s spelling gaffe. ; )
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May 30, 2013 at 11:05 pm |
How much you want for it?
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May 31, 2013 at 6:57 am
Thank you for asking. The courthouse sold. The misspelled Antiques has been priced at $75.
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