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Signed American Original Mimi Dee Figural Painting Fauvish
September 22, 2017 - 5:32 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Acrylic


Signed American Original Mimi Dee Figural Painting Fauvish "Breaking


Picasso said that an artist need not keep a journal - his paintings will do..


Among the 100s of paintings tucked away, are the ones really tucked away.  The nightmare ones: nocturnal or otherwise.  All of the figures seen here may not represent persons living or dead.

At times painting peaceful landscapes may be interrupted and the painter must "exorcise" nightmares - nocturnal or otherwise with the help of acrylic and brushes to produce a Fauve like non-painterly work.

This is titled: "Breaking the Ninth (I)" 

What do we see here?  It is a 32" X 22" acrylic on birch board.  All nine figures have long Pinocchio bright red noses with seven of them holding up their right hands.  Eight of them have a very long very ominous black thumb nail!

There is a sign that reads: "Long Noses Meet Here Nightly".

The green ogre middle figure is holding what appears to be "big money" in his left hand with a long black thumbnail.  He is wearing red high heels to match his enormous big baggy red panties.  On the right hand he holds an overflowing pitcher of beer. 

Starting clockwise above the ogre you will see 4 of the nine figures look dissipated, drunken, baggy eyed and pitiful as they each are holding up beer mugs or cans.  One female figure seems to be greedily pointing at the ogre's money.

At the bottom right you will find a bearded blonde woman kissing one of the ogre's red high heels.  In her left hand, she is clutching money and on her engagement ring finger a "diamond" like ring with a tag marked with a $1 price and the letters CZ.

Rounding around at bottom left under the ogre's "stool" you will find a sleepy eyed man in a blue shirt, clutching a very large hamburger bag while hungrily smacking his lips.

At mid left, behind the ogre, a bubble or balloon face man wearing glasses and dollar signs in his eyes... possibly whispering to or directing the green ogre.   He is precariously tied to the back of the chair, as if one pull...and he is gone...


...nightmares - noctural or otherwise must be exorcised by the painter!



Signed Mimi Dee Original American Landscape Painting Vibrant View
September 1, 2017 - 6:05 am
Fine Art : Paintings

Signed Mimi Dee Original American Landscape Painting Vibrant View



...some artist once said, 'do not depend on fall or dusk or dawn as inspiration to paint ' - why not?


Sold on site!  

Thank you Mr & Mrs B you for your art patronage and for helping the AHS continue to make art and history possible!

This was on exhibit at Andover Historical Society "Places" Juried Art Show inspired by "Andover's special places".

Look for the other titled: "Tree - Phillips"

WHEN: Sept 09, 2017 - Dec 22. 2017

WHERE: Andover Historical Society - 97 Main St - Andover MA

WHAT: Meet the Artists Reception Fri Sept 08. 2017 - Then visit again during  Andover Days then on up to Christmas shopping time.

HOURS: Tuesdays - Saturdays 10:00am - 4:00pm

THIS TITLE: Vibrant View From The Addison - While this is Sold, you may wish to view and collect: "Tree - Phillips"

LOCATION: top of the steps at the Addison Gallery of American Art (closing time) at Phillips - looking across the street on a fall or winter day at dusk.  We were just leaving one of my infrequent coveted visits to this wonderful little gem of a museum, when we looked across to witness a fiery red striated sky...and here is my interpretation.

YOU ARE INVITED: to view, admire and collect fine art at Andover Historical Society.

So as not to be redundant, please visit the blog below titled "A Tree Grows at Phillips" to read how these grounds have been a source of inspiration for many years.  

While photos and sketches may be from many years ago, this painting and the one titled: Tree - Phillips were both painted a few days ago just in time for this juried fine art show. 


An artist / teacher so long ago warned against the temptation to paint fall, dusk or dawn... again I ask: and why not?!



Signed Mimi Dee Original American Landscape Painting Tree Phillips
September 1, 2017 - 5:10 am
Fine Art : Paintings

Signed Mimi Dee Original American Landscape Painting Tree Phillips

A TREE GROWS AT PHILLIPS inpiration and invitation to paint it...


Currently on exhibit at Andover Historical Society "Places" Juried Art Show inspired by "Andover's special places".


WHEN: Sept 09, 2017 - Dec 22, 2017

WHERE: Andover Historical Society - 97 Main St - Andover MA

WHAT: Meet The Artists Reception Friday Sept 08, 2017 - Then visit again and again while participating in "Andover Days" then right up to Christmas shopping time.

HOURS: Tuesdays - Saturdays 10:00am - 4:00 pm

TITLE: Tree - Phillips

LOCATION: hundreds of trees from which to choose at  Andover Phillips Academy, a preparatory and boarding school established in the 1700s!

YOU ARE INVITED: to view, admire and collect fine art at Andover Historical Society.

Many years ago, after living here for a few years, restlessness and disappointment gripped my inner being as serious thoughts were had about my leaving and going back out west - to paint.

Then I took a short drive down to the vicinity of Phillips Academy, for no particular reason, just because it was there.  As I drove around, a "deja-vu" impression held me there on the grounds as I admired such beauty and sense of history.  I do not know why, but such a simple act helped wash away that moment of uncertainty and made me wish to stay after all.  Later I began to participate in shows and opened my own small studio store gallery in a nearby town, which has since been closed - followed by starting my online gallery in 2002. 

Many years later it was "The Monk" owned by the Addison Gallery of American Art at Phillips that opened my eyes to the Tonalists and our moving impressive American painters of the 19th and early 20th century.  Who knew?

My college choice which had resulted in a short career as an ICU RN charge nurse, which I retired from in order to return to creative pursuits, left me with such a limited sense of our home grown art history.  European painters of centuries past were all I knew; never imagining the wealth of our own American talent!

The Addison Gallery of American Art has provided this near recluse valuable hours of viewing pleasure.   You may wish to read  "my reviews" by going to my blog links and reading about some of their glorious exhibitions that we had the pleasure to see.


A simple tree or a historic building can help change one's mind...




Signed Mimi Dee American Original Landscape Painting Ruby Road
September 1, 2017 - 2:00 am
Artists : Paintings

Signed Mimi Dee American Original Landscape Painting Ruby Road



trees are like people...they can show their tenacity and turned limbs...


A couple of years ago while on an art supplies shopping trip at a long established art supply store on Cape Ann, a lady struck up a conversation with me.  She asked if I painted...and as the reply began in the affirmative...

"Really?"  she asked, "what's your style?"  

Never wanting to describe my style, leaving that up to my patrons who commission my works to decide...sputtering and stuttering the reply was slow to start, 

"...Romantics and Tonalists move me...the Modernists* rather interest me..." be promptly cut off with a nose wrinkling sniff and a wave of the hand, followed by her flyer with the list of her lessons and workshops!

In my mind I played the guessing game and thought 'wait for it...I bet it's going to be noisy, painterly lessons'.  Bingo!  That is what she teaches.   Not for me.  

Even if I wanted to take lessons or workshops, my plethora of phobias make me almost a recluse.  Besides, at this stage of the game...might as well continue with this forced solitary experiment and see where it takes me.  Although those who make their living "teaching" and as judges, would warn, you can not grow or learn without outside direction and opinions... to which my silent internal answer would be...'best leave that up to my patrons, as they pay and decide what direction I should take...'

As I have said before, the maddening, painterly dab, dab, dab of the brush pushing into the canvas is not for me, except when painting pet portraits, of course...when painting fur needs those dabs!   That syle seemed childish to me when I started and since it is time to grow up it is time to give up the silliness.  Now all grown up I seek, no... I need... for the most part... "quiet-er" paintings...often with languid swaths of color in places.  Speaking of swaths of color: at a very recent show there was a marine painting with an island and such a sky that could be seen a mile away because of the artist's use of delishly contrasted colors.  The sky was a swath of one color.   

I got it ...and said to myself, 'nope...that did not receive an award!'  Why? It was not painterly, of course.  Really people...that popular painterly "thing" can get quite silly - messy and unrecognizable with floating rocks looking like clouds.  Some so rediculous looking like a batch of colored match sticks...and where did the background and midground go!!??  Nexxxxt!

Here, note the deep ruby red road and a looming large far reaching limbed tree with a twisted trunk on one side of the road and a grove on the other as they almost meet at the buttery yellow luminous horizon that this painter relishes so.  Look at that sky zing against those distant hills in the far horizon.  A real horizon...imagine?!  All this with a very limited palette of 3 plus white!

EXHIBIT HISTORY: Aug 2017 - North Shore Arts Association a 501c 3 non profit organization promoting the arts since 1922.

*PS: An art historian, Mr M, who has taught art in schools for many years, upon seeing examples of my tree work, exclaimed: 'ah...a romantic'...(be still my heart - remember the Romantics move me) then he encouraged me, no, insisted that I explore the tree works of the long gone modernist Emily Carr.

Her work was new to moved me almost to tears...


She went away and nobody saw... 










Signed American Landscape Painting Cape Ann Marsh Path
August 25, 2016 - 5:18 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Acrylic

Signed American Landscape Painting Cape Ann Marsh Path


...up here...where can one find water, wild life and quiet moments?

Having been raised on the Gulf Coast where you can drive and park your car on the 100+ mile beach...the first 10 by car...the next with a 4 wheel drive...there was plenty of serenity and solitude to be found.    There are no houses nor businesses as it is designated a national seashore park.

You can park your car with yards of sand and dunes behind you...yards of driving in front and still more yards of sand beyond that to walk safely near the water.

It was a huge deep beach even at high tide!

On most days... after the first few was just you, your car mates and wildlife! in coyotes and lots of different species of birds.

When I arrived in New England and visited its coastal towns...hordes of people would be seen carrying their beach furniture, pails, umbrellas, coolers, and so much stuff that I had never if they were moving somewhere for a few days.

Where were they coming from?  Where were they going?  ...that because there was no sand in sight!

I was informed that this is how it is done up here...trek it to the beaches... which even the big ones can be walked from end to end in a few minutes.

Not for me!  If I can not walk out the hotel door and find sand within a few yards, able to walk back to my room to freshen up, walk to great restaurants and find fab antiquing...what was the point?!  Even as a young bikini clad girl back home with all that fabulous space, beach going was not a coveted activity...although many blistering sunburns were endured then.

So we found a really nice Maine beach where all we needed to carry was a big beach towel, umbrella and reading material...knowing that my Dr. Pepper was chilling in the room's fridge and available anytime. nice...  Suddenly the hordes arrived with all their beach furniture, pails, gigantic coolers, umbrellas, sports equipment and a room full of stuff to survive a week at the beach.  

Folks, when I can count the freckles on the person next to my blanket...that's waaaaay too close!

Solution?  Hubs stayed on the beach while I went antiquing, arriving just in time for a nice quiet walk just as the sky colors began to change and the long shadows played along side of us...then shower and ready for dinner...  That was the beach experience for a decade of summers...

Today...up here... besides busy beaches...where can one find serenity, water ways and wildlife?


This is my latest painting of a Cape Ann marsh...titled Marsh Moment.

Please ignore the frame shadow cast at the top of the painting that I failed to remove with the photo app.  


EXHIBIT HISTORY:  This original regional painting titled: Marsh Moment painted by Mimi Dee can be examined here by clicking the 2nd red link just above date and time above for more details...exhibited Aug/Sept2016 at North Shore Arts.  If you saw this at the NSAA gallery, please advice as a percentage will go to the NSAA.  

Take a peek at my full page ad on page 24 of the 2016 program guide.  Sales originating from this ad will result in a monetary gift for NSAA. North Shore Arts Association of Gloucester, Inc is a 501 (c) 3 organisation.  Partial proceeds of all sales are used by this group to continue exhibiting, promoting and preserving fine arts since 1922


PS:  Yesterday while taking our sweet 18 1/2 year old cat for his bi annual adult care visit to see Dr. Caruso...who has been taking excellent care of him at Salem Animal Hospital these many years... I showed her some of my signed artist cards....copies of some of my original paintings.   She said that she visits Gloucester and Plum Island for her photography hikes often.  Oh my gosh!  What incredibly beautiful wild life pictures she has taken!  These are gallery quality photos.  I encouranged her to show them. I am hoping to paint some of her subjects and when she shares them with me...hopefully you will be seeing the paintings here.

Not only that but she informed me that the grey heron juvenile is white - now I know that the one I painted above is under a year old.   In the meantime, I highly recommend Dr Caruso and her able staff at Salem Animal Hospital in Salem NH.


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by this painter and writer Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.  August 25, 2016

Signed American Acrylic Landscape Painting Cape Ann Primordial
August 22, 2016 - 6:04 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Acrylic

Signed American Acrylic Landscape Painting Cape Ann Primordial



UPDATE May 2017: Currently on exhibit for three days at the Reading Art Association's Spring Show and Sale.   Slightly revised - really what painter ever feels that the painting is ever finished?

WHEN: May 5 - 7.  Friday May 5: 7:30 - 9:30 Reception, refreshments, piano selections.

                                  Sat May 6th 10 - 4pm

                                  Sun May 7th 12- 3 pm

WHERE: Congregational Church - Reading MA - Sanborn St Entrance

WHAT: This painting and 8 minis - 4 in hand painted frames and 4 unframed.  All painted 

              with a limited palette of 3 plus white.  Titles: Hill Bound Path, Hiker's Path, Crossing 

              Paths, Comfort Cove, Big Tree n Path, River Path, Distant Marsh - Study and Marsh

              Moment - Study.  All original and likely to be painted in larger canvases in the future.

On Friday and Saturday after veiwing and collecting my paintings, walk on over a block and a half to Venetian Moon where we have been enjoying fab Italian Food for at least 12 years.  Owned and operated by Lisa, with the help of Wayne - Maitre d', Paul the most fab bartender in his hawaiian shirts, Phyllis his assitant and the rest of the very courteous and able staff.

Scroll down to the 7th blog (Original American Acrylic Painting: A Peaceful Beach Can Convey) - where I mention my favorite restaurants within an 85 mile radius.

So, as I have mentioned many times before that I am a winter germophobe and semi recluse...we do not dine out except weekly between May and Oct.  I have been dreaming about my fave app: Venetian Carozza.  They have added a new app: Carmine Chicken.  Chicken wrapped in Prociutto with figs and feta with a dizzying sauce.  Now...don't get saucy with me Bernaise... sauces are not for me...unless they are very light and or as an interesting reduction...

You are invited and encouraged to go to this show... collect my original paintings... dine at the Venetian Moon and say hello to Lisa, Wayne, Paul, Phyllis, the rest of the staff and enjoy some fab food and martinis!  PS: wait till you eat the salted caramel dessert...oh myyyyyyyyyyyy!


August 2016

Today after three of us were discussing art and classical music, without any display on my part as to my political inclinations...which in order to stay safe and maintain body intact, I keep to myself for fear of being accosted by our locals...the elderly woman with a hard, derisive look... out of nowhere...said, 'don't tell me, I bet you're gonna vote for"   so and so! blah...blah...blah...     ..."what kind of woman are you..."

Holy Moly!

And this from a member of a group which has lassoed, hyjacked and otherwise has taken hostage the prinicipal of  playing faaaaair!!!

As mentioned before, I am semi reclusive and although painting and entering art shows since the 90s...I stay away from crowds...  ...just starting to dip my toe in the art show reception waters...

...well, it seems it could be dangerous there too folks!

The last time I was out, the same thing happened just two weeks ago at a small museum gallery that I had never visited before and may not again!   ...and guess what?

Another one!  The two different elderly pugnacious ladies were both retired teachers who initiated the insulting conversation!  Having a wild vivid imagination...I closed my eyes and imagined a band of retirees running the streets dressed in primitive pelts wielding weapons to club the rest of us into submission!

Yikes!   ... such primordial primitive posturing!  ...please allow me my redundancy...

All I could say was, "I respect your fervor for each of your intended candidates...may I please have mine?".  What else can a civilized person ask?

Well...wait for it... generous words were met with verbal refuse to which I was I am a CSPAN reply with facts culled from such sources as PBS, CSPAN, NPR, and the other usual mainstream sources, et al...because I wish to hear, read and learn all sides...

NO, no no!  Their practiced directive was fired over their shoulders as their backs turned without staying for a cogent civilized discussion which was initiated by...the OFFENDING person!  As if their singular noxious bullet point barb is all they have in their feeble vacuous mental arsenal without the benefit of a modicum of intellect with which to continue...

Tsk, tsk, tsk...alas perhaps their education is lacking!  ...and they taught children??!!!  

We don't have children who made use of the public school system that employed them....and yet you know what?  Even with their brute behavior...I still do not begrudge subsidizing their retirement pensions.  I only wish that with all their free time, that they would continue their learning process ...instead of employing the same old tired rehearsed directives...then begin to become better informed.  Ah yes...and gosh forbid:  tollleraaaant... another word they have hyjacked!

Be aware of those unwaged with too much time on their hands who are trained to shout down any and all fact-based discourse!

Primitive posturing. after being battered and bruised...we left the gallery, drove through antiques-alley-Essex Ma on to Ipswich MA to Ithaki, my favorite Greek restaurant, where we enjoyed my favorite lollipop lamb on arugula app, a new special app of scallops in saffron, fennel and other yummy ingredients for hubs be followed by fab pan seared scallops for hubs and my usual rack of lamb, along with my favorite martini of Hendricks gin, St Germaine, splash of Proseco and muddled cucumbers...aaaah...yummm...

 Again Sept 18 for Lamb Kabob app, the very tasty Lobster Ravioli, 1 martini, and a supper yummy dessert with cinnamon ice cream.  Wait for it... the must have usual lamb dinner and 4 fab Greek wedding cookies as take out to be enjoyed tonight!  It was a pleasure to be welcomed by Candice, a most able lady who can be seen making sure all the patrons are happy and Cori the relatively new bar tender who seems to be adapting well to this very busy place.  With my "dining out season" winding down before my "winter germophobic hibernation" begins in Nov...hope to squeeze in another memborable "dining" experience there...we will miss...not to worry there is always take out!  Till next May....


The painting above is my latest Cape Ann depiction of and titled: Primordial Marsh...and perhaps a safe place to avoid those scary moments mentioned above...tee...hee.

When you click the first red link above the date, which will take you to the listing, you can examine another Cape Ann landscape painting titled:  Marsh Moment (image 2).  As mentioned before...without the benefit of any form of art instruction nor workshops in portraits, oils or acrylics, still...I must challenge myself.

Both were painted on canvas laid on to archival Ampersand hardboard museum panels.  No atmospheric sagging nor danger of punctures! 

Both marsh paintings were done with the same very limited palette of just 3 pigments plus white!  How exciting to discover that Primordial Marsh is a vibrant rich red and blue with a teenie sliver of yellow buttery horizon, while the "quieter" Marsh Moment is resplendent with a myriad of greens that I mixed myself without the use of store bought greens.  Without mixing large batches, it can be very frustrating which can lead to numerous lacrimal moments!  

...and that is a time of self discovery...without a soul to call and ask for advice...

EXHIBIT HISTORY: This original regional American landscape painting titled Primordial Marsh along with another titled Marsh Moment  by Mimi Dee were on exhibit at North Shore Arts Aug/Sept2016.   If you saw this at the NSAA gallery, please advice as a percentage will go to NSAA

Take a peek at my full page ad on page 24 of the 2016 program guide.  Sales originating from this ad will result in a monetary gift for NSAA.  North Shore Arts Association of Gloucester, Inc is a 501 (c) 3 organisation.  Partial proceeds of all fine art works go to help exhibit, promote and preserve the fine arts since 1922.


PS: ...we added another place to eat to our tradition.  

Check back in a week...where I will write about our two times we have eaten at the new Beauport Hotel's uuuuuuuge hubs loves pub fare...and to say hi to Heidi (use to be the bar tender at Ithaki before being recruited by Beauport to manage the dining room)...lobster/crab cakes and Statler chicken/Maine golden potatoes//charred kale/chardonnay reduction as my suggestion...the absolute best multi grain bread...second visit ditto crabcakes while taters and wings per hubs...

will write soon....

All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by the painter and writer Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.    Aug 21, 2016

Signed American Original Acrylic Landscape Painting Blooms at the Lake
June 19, 2016 - 7:17 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Acrylic

Signed American Original Acrylic Landscape Painting Blooms at the Lake


one never knows what will propel a painter to produce an artwork...even a small one... a semi reclusive winter germophobe who refrains from much human contact during the winter... only to be released from this bondage during the May through October dining out season at favored restaurants...this can bring about some rather interesting stories.

Earlier this month we were eager to make our 85+ mile round trip to visit Allora in Malborough MA for the first time this 2016 dining out say hello to Tall Tan I prefer to call Allora's most able and creative bartender, boat owner/resident, motorcycler and former restaurateur. 

They were very busy with graduation parties and such giving us the opportunity to meet a new bartender assistant member Donna...a very friendly lady...while we waited to say "hello" to the aforementioned fellow.

Donna proceeds to regale us with quick stories about her green egg laying chickens!  Yes...she has just begun to help her son with a budding business which could include those feathered friends and their "output".  She told us that one baby chick was born with a missing or deformed eye, partially or wholly blind who imprinted herself to Donna...which she decided to name "Eye-Rene" or maybe Irene...I failed to ask for the correct spelling.

Birds garner my respect as they go about making their daily living, particularly those song birds who migrate thousands of miles to breed in New England..some flying only at night as the catbird is said to travel.  Recently I have managed to coax the elusive and shy wild handsomely dressed catbird to take grapes from my hand...making me feel like a little girl experiencing such a not-so-easy-feat for the first time!  The catbird is elusive and not readily seen...but wait...when you hear the most beautiful sweet melodious none repeating long song in your have been royally serenaded! 

That plus the fact that I still dearly miss my 12 1/2 year old in > 50 full phrases...budgie "June-ya"...note the dropped "r" New Englander pronounciation...made me really want to share "bird stories"!   She later honored me by purchasing one of my small acrylic paintings.  

My "Junior"  was buried in a local 100 year old pet cemetery head stone and all.  One day I will paint him and perhaps write a short story about my sweet keet... (see below) *

After exchanging quick "bird" stories it was time to order our apps, martinis, dinners and dessert.  So in a previous blog  from last year,  I mentioned that Tom could concoct any libation of your imagination as long as it did not include St. Germaine...not one of his but one of my favored liqueurs...because it does not contain sulphites...  This year he surprised me with, 'I got you some St. Germaine...would you like me to make you a martini?'  This after we had just enjoyed a most delicious "hot and dirty martini' with 3 huge cheese stuffed olives in their very own hot pepper infused vodka not to be found elsewhere!  Decisions...decisions...

Rollatini and crab cake apps, arugala salad with figs, lamb and a braised beef dinner was superb as usual!  

This painting -Blooms at the Lake:  Looking through my hundreds of sketches... a  tree overlooking a lake was inspired by a scene in the movie "Rob Roy".  The one in the movie did not have the blossoms nor the rocky pebbly beach seen here.  Donna, enjoying a Celtic origin and the movie mentioned, was what prompted me paint this for her to accompany an earlier piece.  Thank you Donna for the inspiration!

*Currently accepting pet portrait commissions.  Please see Newsletter link and search item: 1340533


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any manner without permission.  June 19, 2016

Signed American Original Oil Painting Phalaenopsis Orchid Shell Pearl
May 31, 2016 - 8:07 pm
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Original Oil Painting Phalaenopsis Orchid Shell Pearl


...pondering proportion...pushing it this way and that


One of my recent orchid painting patron collectors said, "Mimi, your orchids are love them!"


Ah yes...feminine...yes...and you know what else?  They like to play the room solo.  


Even when painted in a small group, one will stand out... facing the viewer boldly face shy turning to the side...and they stand without florists' spikes!


Another thing, purposely painted out of proportion to the planter or pot.  No 1:1.5 rule here.  You know...the flowers should be smaller than the vase...blah...blah...blah.  Unrealistic?  Perhaps, but who cares...


....And you know another "local trend / preference" not followed?  NO paaaainterly either!!!   ...and NO filling the entire canvas within an inch of its life with ancillary subject matter!  I would be a nervous wreck if I painted "noisy" paintings...I need to try to paint quiet, uncomplicated canvases... 


I feel, as time goes by...most of my paintings may become more...well...quiet...

...shall revisit this at a later date...


...this oil on canvas orchid will bloom for centuries...


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.  May 31, 2016


EXHIBIT HISTORY:  This original oil titled: PEARL PHALAENOPSIS painted by Mimi Dee can be examined here by clicking the red link just over the date and time above for more details...exhibited May/June2016 at North Shore Arts.  If you saw this at the NSAA gallery, please advice as a percentage will go to NSAA.

North Shore Arts Association of Gloucester, Inc is a 501 (c) 3 organization.  Partial proceeds of all paintings are used to help exhibit, promote and preserve the fine arts as it has been since 1922.

While there, ask for the beautiful and informative 2016 Program Guide, then look to the full page ad on page 24 featuring paintings and metalwork jewelry by Mimi Dee Artwear.  Any sales originating from this ad will result in a partial monetary gift to NSAA.  

Signed Studio Sterling Silver Spiral Ammonite Dzi Bead Long Necklace
March 7, 2016 - 12:25 am
Artists : Jewelry : Necklaces

Signed Studio Sterling Silver Spiral Ammonite Dzi Bead Long Necklace



...will be my title of a future self help book...especially since I just love, love, love alliteration!


Earlier, a call came through from a lady...we shall name Miss JW...who entered the antique silver jewelry market about four years ago.  We discussed the ups and oh-the-downs of the antiques business...such as prices, trends, what is selling and what is not!

Four years ago she felt that the antiques biz was to be a genteel business for a lady to enter as it had been for many decades past.  She had a very interesting and hilarious way to describe it as it really is now...and when I get her permission...will quote her here...

Having been buying collecting and selling vintage / antique collectibles for more than 30 years...much has cyclically happened during that time.  In years past...before the last long sad seven years...when "things got bad" for short spells and folks "sold off their stuff"...dealers were able to buy and hold for a short time until "things got better"   Perfect! more!  It is very different now.  That happy hopeful horizon seems to have disappeared...  These discussions have arisen among Trocadero jewelry dealers from time to time.  There is so much more thrown into the mix these days.   Still, I encouraged her to join us as a Trocadero dealer. 

As baby boomers...we are the in $...collectors and curators of all things we find beautiful and worthy of keeping in "the original condition".  Most of us would abhor the melting of beautifully hand made silver jewelry and would never dream of selling to those four page newspaper advertisers / collectors from faraway lands...

I have suggested to any who would listen...that rather than end up as dealers just buying and selling to each other...why not drag as many millenials as the hand to shows and teach them the art of collecting...then "make them" start collecting!  Better that than continuing to  consume so much junky throw away new stuff!  Threaten to take them off the will...if they continue to ignore all the beauty of the past!

For those of us who "make" with our trigger fingered deformed hands...this is true much more so.  As I have been fond of saying these last few years...what will be left of my signed metal hand hammered work...after certain donations are made... will NOT be "marked down" for sale...ooooh nooooo...horrors!

I would rather "King Tut it"...ha!   Or maybe take it out to the middle of a body of water and let future generations find blood sugar is droppin' and I am beginnin' to...   I am rushing to make dinner...pop a a few chocolate covered potato chips...don one of my 70+ hats...and bid a fond fare thee well to the last episode of Downton Abbey...sniffle...sniffle...getting my Victorian hanky ready for that event.

So Miss JW mentioned that there should be a support group for antiques dealers having the problems we discussed.  She laughingly added that half the group may wish to drink during the meetings.  I added...ah yes...I will make the martinis!

...then I said, "we'll call it Dealers Driven to Drink" !    She liked that and I made her promise that we should write that book together...


Regarding the "One Of" hand hammered sterling long necklace with modernish Dzi beads and ancient Ammonite ...signed Mimi seen above:  this author will write about it within the next few days.  In the mean time please visit:    ......   then search: dzi


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without permission.  Mimi Dee (c) March 6, 2016

Signed American Original Acrylic Landscape Olive Tree Painting Dalia's
February 19, 2016 - 4:14 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Acrylic

Signed American Original Acrylic Landscape Olive Tree Painting Dalia


you heard of method about method painting?

Only Mediterranean food was consumed while painting this commissioned work of a very old olive tree and a 900 year old medieval church built in Byblos.

Med food has long been relished by this painter and writer.  In fact, while very spicy food has been the staple favorite...when feeling a bit peevish and seems that only non spicy healthy Med cuisine is the favored comforting cure.

A weekly dose of this Med cuisine has long been a delicious habit.  However while painting this for them, I ate only this if to imbue the textures and tonalist palette of hummus yellow and tabbouleh greens onto this landscape.  This by no means was torture...but just pure heavenly! 

It began on one week, when I brought in an announcement of two upcoming fall art featuring my original oil of a tree titled: Omega Winter to be entered at North Shore Arts Fall Exhibit.

With a big cheerful smile the patron readily accepted and said that she liked my painting as she loved the "arch" of the weeping beech I had painted.  Then she turned her tablet around to show me "her olive tree" growing on the grounds of St John, the medieval church mentioned above.

I squealed like a child with excitement!  For years I have sketched many trees similar to that one...having never seen one like this except in my mind.  Dozens and dozens of similar trees with twisted trunks and limbs have obsessed me!

The Olea europaea - symbol of peace and plenty - has pushed my subconscious pencil and brush for years...never understanding why...  They are known to live up to 6000 years to display graying / tan to dark, unusually pitted trunks (perhaps from the many wars fought there through the centuries)... with exposed roots and growing to massive proportions.  

How I wish to grow one here in frigid New North America, only in Florida and California can one attempt or accomplish such a feat.

We decided that a painting was a must.  Rather than depicting and copying the modern scene, my suggestion was that the scene be "centuries old".  That is to paint the historic building far away in the background and move "her present olive tree" up onto the foreground.  She liked my unusual tree sketches and other oil paintings of mine. 

Her only instruction: no blue sky.  Wow! Because my favorite skies are often a soft buttery yellow with dawn or dusk was a match!

This was a challenging journey.  To remind my formal art education nor oil / acrylic workshops have been part of my I have labored alone for years practicing over and again...destroyiing and discarding many, many works.

Leaving that aside, there were no photographs made available to me for reference...only two glimpses of her make a quick sketch of her tree.  A week later the 6X8" study was brought for her palette and composition approval.  One of the tricky trunks was quite twisted with a knobby area just above an old amphora shaped terra-cotta urn.

After three weeks of painting and repainting the small study of sweeping curved limbs while waiting for a reference none became available...finally with her permission...I took a photo of her screen and made the best of it.

A well equipped electronic expert, I am not...resorting only to primitive yet effective means to "get it done".

It was a delightful demanding expedition!   


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Signed American Oil Landscape Painting Southwest
November 14, 2015 - 2:43 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Oil Landscape Painting Southwest


...reared out West yet exhibiting in the Northeast - which should one paint?


Two modernist painters who did so come to mind.

At least two who fell in love with New Mexico's expansive western skies and monumental mountain vistas...not to be found anywhere else in the USA...yet tried to paint those memories while residing and exhibiting elsewhere.  As if those elusive mountain memories needed to be put down on canvas regardless of the artists' present surroundings.

Why would one feel compelled to make pigment records of local scenes while ignoring the longed for non regionals?  

Could it be due to the judging and jurying process, where certain regional scenes and style... as in paaaaainterly... are preferred?  It does not seem to matter if the oil or acrylic painting results from a screen projected enlarged filled in traced photo - often touted as 'en plein air' long as it's matter how messy... with featureless people...while having strong legs to help hang the exhibit will certainly garner a ribbon every single time.  Cripples need not bother...

On the one hand making art available to tourists who want to take home a bit of the local memories by local artists will likely lead to more sales.  After all the artist needs to buy supplies and the gallery needs to pay the rent.  Business is business and everyone can understand that.

On the other hand is it so wrong to shake things up a bit?  Even in New England there are hushed homes that dare to have on their walls...horrors...modern works!  There are those who feel that a more modern approach to art... facilitates hanging works from home to home and region to region when the collectors move across country...

Regretfully, not having visted Santa Fe in many years, this is second hand is said that some galleries there now offer more than the local Santa Fe scenes.

Two modernists who painted the west while residing at least 2500 miles away and the other that far plus an ocean away...were Georgia O'Keeffe and Marsden Hartley respectively.  

They were both associated with Alfred Stieglitz...she as his wife and Hartley... one of many being discovered by and given a one man show at Club 291.  Hartley hailed from Maine then spent the years  between 1912 and 1916 in Europe returning to America in 1916...finally spending 1918 - 1920 in New Mexico.  Just long enough to get those mountains rattling around in his brain.  It was when he returned to Europe the second time in 1921 that he began to attempt to paint his New Mexico recollections...

...often leaving him frustrated at the futility.  

Locals have tried, the poor dears...bestowing ribbons on each other...still unable to grasp the grandeur...

O'Keeffe's first exposure to those vast western skies began when she took a teaching job in northwestern Texas in the years prior to WW I.  She returned to New York, met and married Stieglitz and years later when that gave her marital she went to Taos NM as a guest of heiress Mabel Dodge Luhan who also welcomed D H Lawrence to her Taos Salon.  O'Keeffe's western works were shown by Stieglitz in New York City.

Point is...those mentioned here have been compelled to paint and exhibit western works while living east and across the pond...

The present:  Needless to say...this painter on occasion enters Western themed oils above... knowing full well that they will stick out like a ponderosa pine in a strawberry patch!  That...not able to help at the show...and the disregard for the locally favored paaaaaaainterly approach...will win no ribbons!


Aaahhh...but one must go where the heart matter the costs...and if I can't free hand sketch it on my canvas...what's the point?


All images design concept text content are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.  November 13, 2015



Exhibit History:  

                               RAA Fall 

Signed American Oil Landscape Tree Painting Regional Omega Winter
October 1, 2015 - 10:47 pm
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Oil Landscape Tree Painting Regional Omega Winter


Painterly is not for me - simplicity is - if I wanted to convey every noisy detail - I'd use a camera...


The European Weeping Beech...Fagus Sylvatica L...with its umbrella forming draping limbs that when in full summer splendor can provide hiding places under their heavy low "weeping" branches.  Some can be pruned to form entry ways on toward the "room" around their ample trunks, while some have such heavy low reaching branches that from a distance they almost look like a giant floor length Victorian hooped skirt!

The trunks can be almost misshapen with gnarly twisted limbs and roots that could even look Halloween spooky, while some display a dark grey silvery smooth texture.  It forms "wound growths" where limbs have been removed or when the bark is physically compromised in some way...scars...if you will.

All this glorious showiness is best appreciated in summer...yet all seasons are promising in form.

As New England's deciduous trees undress for winter, the Weeping Beech often holds on to some of their leaves...though shriveled shut...just enough cover for protection.  Not quite deciduous...not quite evergreen...surviving for more than 100 cold New England winters.  Real hardy in zones 4-7.

Yet they have their Achilles heel underneath that splendid full skirt.  Winter snow salt splashing onto their trunk, fungal disease, boring pests and deadly carpenter ants can bring down this silver giant.

History of its arrival in America:  Under the protection of Samuel Browne is said that the first weeping beech seedling arrived in USA in 1847 from Europe...possibly the ancestor of all weeping beech trees that grace us with their discernable beauty and style.  Please visit: for more info.

About this tree painting: the lingering RN instinct in me... tried to make it look not quite as sickly as it was two early winters ago...sadly...before it was cut down the following summer.  As a painter, one does not have to show all that is is up to the viewer to decide.  Shown here only the mid section as these are huge trees with vastly interesting lower trunks and roots.

Here it is as it might have looked years ago when this one still enjoyed its twilight years...with the trunk shown smoother...still showing its latest scars...

The palette: somewhat limited, using six oil pigments plus white and the darkened tones influenced a bit by Alfred Maurer's summer exhibit...see 5th blog below...the browns, blacks, dark grays and stark whites with a touch of buttery yellow against a lilac blue sky...flat swaths of pigment...some outlines...not painterly...make this completely self learned painter...very happy.

...else why paint?

All images design concept text content are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.  Oct 2, 2015


More detailed description about this painting - please click second red links just above the blue date and time above.



This original oil titled OMEGA WINTER was shown at Northshore Arts Oct / Nov 2015.  If you saw this at  the NSAA gallery, please advice as a percentage will go to NSAA for the building restoration project.

North Shore Arts Association of Gloucester, Incorporated is a 501 (c) 3 organization.

North Shore Arts has a Go Fund Me page to facilitate your donations!  Please go to  to make your donations toward the much needed restorations..

Signed Original American Regional Cape Ann Luminous Acrylic Painting
August 17, 2015 - 6:03 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Acrylic

Signed Original American Regional Cape Ann Luminous Acrylic Painting



...painting is like cooking or making soup:  both require creative applications and the recipes may require adjustments and alterations...


When I paint I do not cook.  My brain requires a single highway these days when it comes to creative pursuits.  When it was being used to make daily decisions as an 11-7 shift Charge RN in a very busy Intensive Care Unit... many moons could compartmentalize and switch gears at lightening more.

...but that is taking more time to be methodical in problem solving is necessary when pursuing the business of teaching myself to paint these many years...alone.

So if cooking is left to others to feed the stomach and the soul...much experimentation is needed in finding fab restaurants with fab healthy food to enjoy on site and bring the rest home to make new meals!  

As a winter germophobe who never dines out during flu and cold season, I lose weight in winter - to be joyfully re-gained during the delightful dining out May - September summer season!  Yay!  What with good apps, a fab dinner, two marvelous martinis and yummy dessert, how can one not gain some weight!?  Thankfully...lost again in winter.  

Here are a few places - not in any particular order - that we enjoy in late spring through late summer dining out season: 



Hanover Street Chophouse - Manchester NH

After visiting the Currier Museum of Art - another favorite for the last 8 or so years - as it transitioned 6 years ago from the original owner Chuck Rolecek to the current owner Steven Clutter, both running a very successful business...with nary a miss on the quality and service.  Hanover Street is always very busy no matter the time or day of the week and reservations are a must!  Valet parking available.  They have a huge wine cellar and their own bourbon along with the most well known bourbons...although Pappy...has taken a long nap and has not been available for a very long time...

For me, it has just about the best crab cake app, while hubs likes the bacon wrapped sea scallops or the prime meatballs app.  My husband has tried all the steaks, and I have stayed faithful to the flavorful hanger steak - eating just a bit to make room for...their mini dessert plate that includes the Howie named after Howie Carr, who although has since had a lap band...still indulges in smaller amounts.  

In the past we have sat at the Governor's Table booth, but in recent years with my phobias and the need to take standing breaks... have preferred to dine at their cozy granite bar higher up and closer to the door...I know...I know...something about being closer to the door...

There, you can still enjoy the full menu - raw bar and all.  You will be met by the very able, friendly and experienced bar tender Karen with a yummy basket of breads and olive oil, while Dan can be seen just as busy...both have been there at least 6 years...

Will write more about this later...


Joseph's Tattoria & Bakery Cafe - Haverhill MA

Mamma Mia what a place!  ...been there a long time but new to us up untill summer 16...wait till I tell you about this gem! a couple of months will write...maybe in the winter during my germophobic non dining out season...


 Ithaki in Ipswich  see the "Seeking Serenity...."  blog below...


Amalfi in Salem Italian ristorante we've enjoyed for many years...owned  by the husband and wife partners Gerald and Sandra from the old country.  Table cloths are present...and from time to time young high school age...extremely talented classical the main dining room to the right.  To the left is their very busy horse shoe marble bar and half a dozen cozy alcoves!  

Oh the sauce!  The best traditonal rollatini evah!  Delicious lightly breaded eggplant with the best red sauce around...although they have "white" selections too.  Warm bread and balsamic olive oil... I always get my fave Chicken Danielle with artichoke hearts and pasta.   Hubs likes to try the whole menu and specials...always very pleased with our choices.   Good wine and martini selections made by the very apt Erin who is always aware of the busy guests' needs and Adrienne, both of which have been there for years..  After apps and dinner, you should see their huge dessert tray brought to you to tantalize and take the guessing out of your selections.  A delightful dining experience!

They are always extremely busy with their frequent loyal diners enjoying a full menu.  You will be greeted by the expertly coiffed Sandra...who always wears beautiful floor length gowns.    ...haven't seen that since sadly missed Hedda at the once open Boston's long closed and missed old world restaurant...Cafe Budapest...


Samuel's at historic Andover Inn...Jackie O stayed there when she visited Phillips Academy...offers an impeccably crafted menu, marvy martinis and courteous service.  The Brisket Slider or Crab Cakes apps are always good and the Pomegranate Short Ribs (beef of course) are toe curling.  Bob's French Martini to die for...while the fellas may like the Dark N' Stormy...finish the meal off by sharing the Peanut Butter Cup Croissant Bread Pudding...oh my....  Even though bread pudding has always been a no-no in my book...bread pudding is starting to "make good" at certain foodie restaurants these days...  A must for us after spending a couple of hours at my favorite museum: The Addison Gallery of American Art at Phillips Academy.


Allora Ristorante in Marlboro MA, although an 85+ mile round trip for a Spring and Summer must.  The Crab Cakes app with lemon aioli is my most fave and their Rollatini is not the usual: no fried eggplant...instead, a thinly sliced eggplant piece is delicately wrapped around the Ricotta and sauce...  The Braised Beef Shortribs...must be feeling a bit anemic craving all this lean beef lately...and Lamb dishes to perfection.   The arugula salad is the best!  With crumbled feta cheese, reduced fig glaze, figs... oh myyyy.....!

...And then there is Tom...yes...Tall Tanned Tom... who has owned a few restaurants...has an eidetic memory when it comes to his guests' martini faves... at the bi level Allora horseshoe bar..where he holds court.  His creation the Killer Bees martini is "molto buon" or as he would say "shad habor" (misspelled here - no doubt)...  while the fellas may like a briny manly martini with three blue cheese hand stuffed queen olives...yum...  You can watch Tom infuse vodka with various fruits...simultaneously take multiple dinner orders... craft any martini or invent any combination by long as it does not include St. Germain...triple sigh...  Mama mia...what talent!


For many years, in Portsmouth NH - The Library Restaurant at the Rockingham - a historic mansion built in 1785 turned hotel - now private residences...where Presidents George Washington, Teddy Rosevelt, John Kennedy, et al once slept...has been another favorite 80 mile round trip...and is always worth the drive for lunch or dinner.  At one point the renovations cost more than the entire Portsmouth Naval Yard!  Holy moly!  

While the historic dining room with its hand painted panels is a must...the Library Lounge...yes...beaucoup books to read on the walls... with the nine stool cozy historic bar which is always full.  Not to worry,...there are tables against the walled bookcases, a varied menu and courteous service to enjoy.    I have sketched my hubby sitting across from me in years past.  The martini menu is contained in a small bound notebook to make your head spin with decisions...alas...although quite capable of consuming more without a wobble...two and only two is my choice consumptiom for the evening....calories...calories...calories.  

It is still the only place to eat Artichoke-not-too-cheesy-Dip in that fabulous glorious delicious bread bowl...calories...calories...calories...extra hour on the bike...extra hour on the bike...extra hour on the bike...  How fun to own a condo upstairs and come downstairs to this historic restaurant...  Some residents do.


Venetian Moon Ristorante and Martini Bar in Reading MA has been another favorite these past 12 years owned by Lisa, et al.  The Sauteed Artichoke Hearts and Boneless Filet Mignon never disappoint.  Praising Prociutto is not my usual, but the Venetian Carozza app with the Prociutto blanketing the artichoke hearts sitting on a bed of arugula and other baby greens accompanied by the yummy delicate drizzle of fig balsamic...yum...   Hubs liked the Fusilli Ultimo and we shared a small Salt Carmel Crunch Cake slice.

...But before all this is to be enjoyed a delectable martini starts the "date".  At times it's good to look to the bartender for menu and martini suggestions... Paul, in one of his dozens of classic Hawaiian shirts, presides over a very long well stocked bar to shake any martini the heart desires.   More than 70---yikes!  There is a lot of shaking to be heard amidst the happy dining guests.  Paul makes the best Union of Crowns, and yes with St. Germaine...yay... or Lemon Gimlet Martini and his professional attention to all this guests peppered with interesting tidbits of the day, makes for a most enjoyable evening.  The food is always delish, the owner and staff have always been most professional.   Walking distance from the Reading Art Association Spring and Fall Art Shows.


Take out only:

Now for the down to the salt of the earth food:  Living up here in New England, there are not a lot of cattle running around to make for real Texas BBQ.  After a few  decades of searching, only to be disappointed year...after year... after decade...even enjoying the pleasure of the Neiman Marcus mail order food catalog to provide good Texas brisket...ah can indulge in lots of delights from Neiman's Gourmet Foods Catalog...still one just craves the "smoke" in person.  

No...not grilled...not over cooked...errr charred to cancer causing proportions with propane nor noxious starter fluid... which is the usual in these parts...just the real wood smoked thing!  Brisket must be cooked low and slow with real wood...if not in a real brick smoke house out least  in a huge genuine Texas smoker!  It is so good that it should NOT need "a rub" nor any sauce...that is how good smoked slow cooked brisket shoud be!  No bbq pig or chicken for this gal...NEVER!

...there is a place...might share that with you later...



All the left over food from our fave places comes home and finds its way in small amounts over beds of bountiful beautiful vegetables drizzled with extra virgin oilve oil when topped with tidbits of these left overs.

This is what feeds the stomach in small amounts...and then back to painting...


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.  August 17, 2015



This original acrylic on canvas laid on board titled: NILES REPOSE was shown at North Shore Arts Association Aug 2015 - and can be seen by by clicking the second link above the image at upper left.  When making this part of you collection, if you saw this at the NSAA gallery, please advice as a percentage would go to NSAA for the building restoration project.

The commissions from the paintings sold will help with the much needed restoration and day to day costs of exhibiting and promoting fine art as it has since 1922.

Signed American Regional Oil Landscape Painting Limited Palette Marsh
August 3, 2015 - 2:22 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Regional Oil Landscape Painting Limited Palette Marsh



Painterly is just not for me...painterly means movement...painterly is a noisy tap, tap, tap on the canvas...when you have a noisy mind like mine...a quiet painting is a must...

After dropping off two of my latest regional paintings at the North Shore Arts Association for an upcoming show ...see info below... we drove back from Gloucester, through "antiques town" - Essex then on to Ipswich to dine at this Greek restaurant for the first time.  It was a most enjoyable perfect arid day.

My outings are very limited, but when we do go out, as a bit of a foodie a good restaurant is a must.  Wanting to find a good lamb, Ithaki was recommended.  It has a fab horseshoe marble bar where it was said that the owner Petros will leave the kitchen to stop and ask, 'are you happy with your food?'  The food was fab, the two martinis were primo and served by the very capable courteous Heidi.  

The Braised Beef and the Lamb Kabob apps are superb.  The latter with fabulous arugula, tiny slices of red onion, cucumber strips and what appeared to be a couple of hand made noodles or was it extruded blanched zucchini - the chef's lips were sealed...  Hubs had the open lamb sandwich and I the lamb on orzo.

We sat down...when suddenly a man entering holding a credit card, tapped me on the shoulder and asked, '...Heidi anyone?'  The bartender said, 'I am Heidi' and the man said, 'I found your credit card out in the parking lot'.

She was a bit flustered and said, 'it must have fallen out of my purse last night on my way to a silent auction fund raiser...'.  Knowing that the North Shore Arts had just held their auction, I asked, 'was it an art auction?'  She said, 'sadly no, it was to raise money for my friend who suffered a major stroke a year ago...'  

Having been a charge RN in an ICU many years ago, I asked her to tell me more.  Her  33 year old friend, a Vet Tech young mother of two, had a spill in her excercise class.  After being seen by medical personnel...she went home...went to sleep and in her sleep the hematoma in her leg caused the stroke.  It is sad enough when it happens to anyone, but to a young mother with young children...I had to offer to help raise funds for her.

During the month of August anyone from MA or NH who makes a regularly priced antique or vintage purchase will result in 30% donation or 10% on my own signed pieces to Danielle Caram-Chabot.  


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by MImi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.  Aug 2, 2015

Permission has been granted to Heidi, and anyone wishing to help, to use this information for fund raising purposes on social media.  When placing your order, please mention her name or this blog.

EXHIBIT HISTORY:   The original oil painting above, painted with a very limited palette of three pigments plus white and titled: Minimus Marsh was shown at North Shore Arts Association Aug 2015 and can be seen by clicking the second link above the image at upper left.  When making this part of your collection, if you saw this at the NSAA gallery, please advice as a percentage would go to NSAA for the building restoration project.

The commission from the paintings sold will also help with the much needed restoration and day to day costs of exhibiting and promoting fine art as it has since 1922.

Signed American Oil Landscape Painting Father's Day
June 10, 2014 - 8:08 pm
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Oil Landscape Painting Father



A painter never knows just what or who will be the impetus for the next work...

So is the case here.  In the late 90s a few months prior to closing my last little store - studio - gallery, during a stroll through a new local riverwalk park, a father and son were seen seemingly enjoying their one on one time together.  They were walking along the river, the boy scampering about attempting to climb the big rocks, while his father held on to him.  Then they sat for a quiet momemt, as if the father was sharing some sage advice or perhaps answering a multitude of questions that children are known to ask.

There was plenty to see, sketch and photograph that beautiful day.  A young high school age couple was seen equally enjoying the new park...stealing a snuggle here and he so gallantly lifted the young lady up unto a tree branch.  Many people were enjoying that day, myself included.  Still, it was the father and son moments that tugged at my painter's sensibilities.  

It appeared to me as if they were trying to make the most of the afternoon together.  

I must have mentioned that I planned to paint scenes of the park and its visitors someday, because a few months later a call came in inquiring about the possibility of viewing the painting when finished.   The name and number were lost, the store - studio - gallery was closed and painting it was placed on hold until recently.

I hope you enjoy the results by this self taught painter...  Happy Father's Day,


EXHIBITION HISTORY: This original oil titled:  Father's Day was shown at the RAA 2015 Spring Show and Sale

It can now be viewed by visiting  and searching # 1251340 or by clicking the second link above.

UPDATE:  I am looking for the man and his son depicted in this oil painting.  Their special moment together resulted in this painting almost twenty years later!  Sketches and photos were retained but their contact info was lost.

Were you and your son photographed at Methuen's Riverwalk Park in a lady inviting you to see the future painting at a Methuen Square store?  Did someone from your family call to view the not-yet-painted-scene?  The young boy seen here would be just graduating from college now!  

If you have some information about this or would like to acquire this painting, please call 978 975 5148 (Mon - Fri 1-7pm...begin your message and I will pick up once I put my brushes down...)   A percentage will be donated to a local charity of the buyer's or referral's choice.  


Thank you in advance for your help,


May 11 2016


All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form without written permission.   June 10, 2014

Signed American Oil O/C Winter Landscape Painting
March 12, 2014 - 3:55 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Oil O/C Winter Landscape PaintingAT LAST THE MONK MAKES AN APPEARANCE AT THE ADDISON

Signed American Oil O/C Winter Landscape Painting  (<<< please click here to see it framed)

See Alfred Maurer: At the Vanguard of Modernism ending 7/31/2015 update below...

Exactly a year to the date, this agoraphobic winter germaphobe made another attempt to visit with the elusive:  The Monk  (1873) on exhibit at The Addison Gallery of American Art on the grounds of nearby Phillips Academy Andover.

This time it was not a gloomy New England day (see blog below dated March 8, 2013), but a glorious, sunny, balmy 48 degree day that brought New Englanders out in droves, some in bermuda shorts and eating ice cream no less, during a momentary reprieve from the multi feet snow days we have endured this winter.

Unable to wait and feast my eyes, after years of waiting to view the aforementioned George Inness's moody painting...the "Whistler - An American in London" exhibit downstairs was skipped for later viewing.  The Monk was waiting!  

The trip upstairs seemed to take forever.  After the elevator doors opened, standing there in the hall, The Monk could be seen holding court on the far back wall.  While standing there taking in the view from afar, it was as if Etta James suddenly strolled into my chochlea and began belting out: "At Last..."!   Not being fully familiar with the lyrics, it was the first two words and the last few that made sense to me.  

Thank you, thank you, thank you Dr. Allen, what a parting gift you left us all.  While this was a thoroughly joyful visit, I was sorry to hear that he is no longer the Director at The Addison.  What a loss for MA.  He is now the VP at New York City's Historical Society Museum.  Lucky NYC!  

I was extremely fortunate to have sat in on a lecture of his two years ago, which "transported" me to the art lecture halls and gave me "a taste of what could have been", had a BFA been the choice instead of becoming a registered nurse so long ago.  Although there are no regrets, as the natural sciences continue to hold my interest, an art degree program might have been a kinder way for me to pursue the business of art instead of the daily struggle of attempting to teach myself about painting...

BACK TO THE MONK:  This painting is the reason the American painters of the 19th century became known to me.  Without the benefit of a formal art education, the content of my self-learned body of art knowledge was woefully thin.  After reading about this painter, his works, and those of his American predecessors and contemporaries, my quest was to learn more about our American painters.  I have been "in love" with them since, foresaking all Europeans except for a handful of Romantics.

Although The Addison has owned The Monk since 1956, this is probably the first time in many years that he has been on exhibit for this length of time.  Alas, although it was known to me that he was upstairs since September, my infrequent outings just made it impossible until this last week-end.  Worth the wait.

This is a large oil painting that exudes emotion and is all "seelenvoll" in its depiction of a mysterious lone figure in a white robe amidst a dark green foreground that encompasses almost two thirds of the canvas.  The dark umbrella shape trees, at the Italian Villa shown, seem to stand guard just in front of the fabulously warm, yellow, hopeful distance.  Some could say, 'it is so darrrk'.  Yes...but wait...beyond, the light awaits...

This juxataposition with the four other "light and dark" paintings on the same wall is spellbinding.  Again, thank you Dr. Allen and curators.

To the left hangs another Inness tonalist painting titled The Coming Storm 1879, delicious warm greens, yellows and browns.  Immediately to the left of it hangs the large Washington Allston's Italian Landscape (1805).  This too depicting large dark green trees set instead against a dazzling display of white clouds and blue sky.  Ohhh and then to the immediate right of the somber Monk, hangs the jubilant Alvan Fisher's Covered Wagons in the Rockies (1837) with the sublime peachy sky, the perfect balance as if yes, there is still something out there.  To the right of that Alex Helwig Wyant's Landscape (1880).

What a bountiful balance of light and not so light, all assembled there to enlighten the visitor.  On the wall to the left of those five fabulous paintings, thankfully Homer's The West Wind (1891) remains with the whitest white surf set against the dark dunes surrounding the waiting lady with the billowing skirt.  It was all about "The light" in that gallery.  While in another gallery R A Blakelock's (there is a sad tale) Sunsent Evening Silence (1892) for more light against darkness, as could be found in his paintings and personal life.

This exhibit also includes fabulous large Thayers (another sad fellow whose bio moves me), including works by Bellows, Benton, Bierstadt, Chase, Church, Copley, Durand (one of his works positively moved me to tears while on display in Salem MA a few years back), a couple of Eakins, Heade, more Homers (I admire his time spent painting), a couple of Hoppers, to name just a few.  There is also a collection of ARTFUL POSES on the same floor.  All belonging to this fine gallery of American art that we here in MA are so lucky to find in our own backyard.

After standing for as long as I could while staring at "The Light" paintings, then promising myself to return before this exhibit ends next month, a trip downstairs to view nearby Lowell's own son Whistler was in order.

On the wall you can read the following: "AN AMERICAN IN LONDON: WHISTLER AND THE THAMES was organised by the Addison Gallery of American Art, Dulwich Picture Gallery, London, and the Freer Gallery of Art /Arthur M Sackler Gallery, Smithsonian Institution.

Through generous support provided by Edward P Bass (Phillips class of 1963) on his 50th reunion, in honor of Brian T Allen (by the Bass Foundation); Thomas C Foley (Class of 1971) and Leslie Fahrenkopf Foley; Leslie G Callahan III (Class 1968) and Barbara Keenan Callahan; David Carter (Class of 1941) and Louise Carter; The David L Older Fund, the Keamy Family Foundation; The Lunder Foundation and others". 

We thank them all for their generosity in bringing such art exhibits to the Merrimack Valley, as if to our own backyard.

The house of his birth still stands as a museum in nearby Lowell MA.  I must say that he pretty much clicked his heels, left MA and never looked back, living most of his life in England where he went broke after suing Ruskin the critic who did not speak well of Whistler's work.  Aaah those pesky critics.  ...those who can, do, those who can't, criticize...?  This bit of gossip, however, is not included in the info shared by The Addison.

There is however a copy of a letter Whistler wrote to someone describing a painting he was finishing, which was giving him trouble while attempting to paint his golden haired mistress (one of a few).  Many, many lines ended in an exclamation point!  That ole boy liked those "!!!"  There is so much to see and enjoy, so go visit and make new memories.

ABOUT THIS BACKYARD PAINTING:  A year ago, while disappointed in not finding the aforementioned tonalist ...(please read blog  below Mar 8, 2013), I painted Fallen Birches, a colorful attempt to console myself...  

Two months ago while visiting an elderly lady whose house was being prepared for sale, a visit to her backyard became my muse for this painting.  It was in the single digits not counting wind chill with two feet of backyard snow, therefore notes, photos, & sketches were made from a higher window.  Using a very limited palette of three, this warm and cool toned winter backyard woods scene is of that freezing cold cloudy day: when suddenly the sun, as it was making a fleeting appearance under the cloud cover, shot a few golden - russet rays onto the mid section of some trees for a short minute at most.  It soon got quite dark.  Then the last visitors could be seen...a cardinal and a pair of doves taking their last bite before the roost...

After viewing The Monk, I was able to continue working on this painting... 

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...and yes, I went to see "him" one more time before the exhibit ended.

Spring - July 31, 2015 Alfred Maurer UPDATE:

Hurry, as this Addison Gallery of American Art - Alfred Maurer: At the Vanguard of Modernism exhibit ends July 31, 2015...

Don't forget to stop by the gift shop to acquire the fabulously delish accompanying exhibit catalog by Stacey B. Epstein with a forward by Susan C. Faxon.  All color plates!

Venturing out to the Addison Gallery of American Art, a littler later than usual for one of my infrequent outings especially after our nine foot snowfall in New England this past winter, was a joyful experience once again.  Without any formal art instruction, the Alfred Maurer - Alfred Stieglitz connection was vaguely known to me, so the expectation was that the exhibit would be all modernism... which would be just fine.

Oh to have the ability and to live long enough to produce at least three styles in three stages of one's life!  Imagine my surprise to view his figurative work, having only known about his fauvist landscapes and expressionist still lifes.

As I write this, knowing that I am not an art critic nor do I play one on TV... coupled with my lack of art education...these descriptions and opinions are written as a result of a novice who just appreciates the art that this precious museum brings to our community.

The first 13* paintings, his figuratives, were seen with the eye of my previous experience as an art to wear fiber artist... when I still had my little store studio gallery...therefore fashion colors rather than the artist's palette will be used to describe them.  That was his treatment of the fashion and clothing his models wore, presumably from his own collection of fashion and accessories of the late 19th century and the early 20th... that caught my eye.  Most of these paintings, while painted in delish rich dark browns, rich and "rum raisin" again a fashion color description...blacks, and brilliant whites... many superbly juxtaposed with small splashes of brilliant red!

Yes, one should see Whistler - born a few miles from here - in Maurer's palette, but all I could think about was the stark contrast of the white surf in Homer's The West Wind (1891) in the Addison's permanent collection...which can still be enjoyed along with Hoppers, Homers and Twachtmans in another gallery.  Interestingly, on page 31 of the aforementioned book, Miss Epstein writes that Homer and Eakins among three others judged Maurer's  An Arrangement (1901), the 10th painting at this exhibit, to win the gold medal at the Carnegie International.

As an avid collector and wearer of hats, how could these earlier works not appeal to one who use to make fiber art to wear...

The first of his figuratives: Woman in Pink (Portrait of Roselle Fitzpatrick) 1902... if you stood there long could almost hear the rustle of the pinkish peachy taffeta, against a lot of brown wall and floor. He repeats this similar pinkish peachy color with the 13th and last in this group titled The Peacock (Portrait of a Woman) 1902.  Here, a good third of the painting consists of a very long printed robe on a woman perhaps taking one last look at herself in a smallish oval wall mirror before retiring... and an open door to her left... The other third is taken up by a wall with a partial cast shadow of her body.  The hues, again with the eye on fashion colors, are just yummy.

In between the first and the 13th painting, you will find: At the Shore (1901).  Then The Rendezvous (1905) with rich darks against an expansive mushroom color half wall which takes up half of the painting, with two people wearing colorful hats one blue and one red at the far right and over on the lower left... a woman in all black with a black poodle wearing a bright red bow.

Followed by Le Bal Bullier (1900-01).  Blacks, browns white...and there it is...a red hat!  Then Le Bal Au Moulin Rouge (1902-04), more or less the usual palette accented with a woman at mid left guessed it....a bright red far mid right a woman's bright red purse and red accented hat, adds "that pop" as current fashion celebrates.  

Just when you are enjoying all those delicious little bright red accents...comes the large portrait of Jeanne (1904), all dressed in white, cigarette in hand... with her pasty white complexion and a black sash against a dark background.  Looking for the customery happy bright red...all you can see just over her feathered boa...I am afraid... are her lips framing a dull vampiric sneer and her dark, dark eyes....staring at the viewer. 

This followed by The Cafe (1904).  Then Carrousel (1901-02) the bright red returns in the form of the carrousel awning just at the top edge of the painting.  

Yay!  The bright red hat does not disappoint in Model with a Japanese Fan (1902-04).  Here Jeanne, all dressed in black this time, thankfully has recovered a healthier complexion and staring once again at the viewer...

Then the celebrated An Arrangement (1901), for which he won the much coveted Carnegie International gold medal, that both Homer and Eakins judged.  The model, whose back faces the viewer,  wears a white high collared blouse and a huge bouffant black skirt that encompasses almost 2/3 of the canvas.   Although the painting is not huge, the skirt's folds seemed to have been painted with a huge brush or maybe even his hand!  Because my mind is a very noisy mind, and even though I prefer to paint "quietly" , Not painterly with rare the use of red... Maurer's brave, bold, strokes were admirable and seemed to take a life of their own.

Aaaahhh, then the positively delish, delightful palette of Young Woman in Kimono (1901) with the different tones of browns and tans, with the bright red kimono front trim and around its edge rounding out in front of a chair and the table's scarf also accented with bright red and just a bit of bright blue.  This was stunning!  Then next to the last, Girl in White (1901) does not disappoint with the whitest of white dress and black shawl...and red here...

After the fashion parade which I thoroughly enjoyed, enter the next gallery with his very bright and boldly painted Fauvist flat landscapes and still lifes.  I begin to  imagine...As if he may have said to his successful Currier & Ives traditional painter father Louis, "okay, been there, done that...I proved that I am very capable of handling figuratives and a well managed is the time to relax and have fun..."  Wow!  Did he ever experiment!  Lacking the art knowledge to describe these to you the reader...please go and enjoy them in person.  Particularly the 12 smalls.

In another gallery, you will find his continued flat planes and abstractions among which you will find Still Life with Calla Lily and Roses (1925-26).  Hmmmmm...where in my studio are the callas that I painted years ago....   In Still Life with Pears (1930 -31), he brings back his brown, black and white palette, but this time no bright red to be found...instead he tints it to make pink.  

Then on to his cubist ladies with the elongated Modigliani necks, big huge eyes and cloissone black outlines.  How he may have disappointed his traditional painter wonders...

He successfully pursued different styles of painting...the last to suit himself.  

In 1932, a few weeks after his father's death, Alfred hung himself.


Please visit the Addison Gallery of American Art on the grounds of the historic Phillips Academy in Anodver MA - where the curators have done an impressive job making Maurer's  paintings tell us a story to remember.  

Visit the gift shop to purchase the accompanying book, enjoy this exhibit, then walk across the street as we did for a delicious meal at Andover Inn's Samuels...don't forget to try one of Bob's enticing martinis...


After my visit, feeling encouraged in my studio...a tonalist "quiet" limited palette of three - landscape painting is beginning to emerge...Will share that with you at a later date.  

Mimi --June 2015


*CORRECTION:  I had to return once more to visit this exhibit before it closes July 31.  There are 15*, not 13 paintings in the main gallery which include two smallish ones titled:Rockaway Beach and Rockaway Beach with Pier both dated c.1901.  

I have also read some harsh posts on one site or another about Maurer's work and about modernism being a poor excuse to make art,...which got me thinking...what if he was already going against the grain while producing his early tonalist realist works?    Why else would he add bright reds to his tonalist works?  Personally, I loved the contrasts, again...looking at them with style and fashion in mind...rather than "art rules to be followed"

PS: there is also a small exhibit just past the library curated by art students, which includes Homer's Eight Bells.  There were other works from the Addison's permanent collection, but a small one on a far back wall caught my eye.  It is Joshua Shaw's After the Storm.  I chose to look away from the wreckage and concentrated on that glorious pinkish hopeful sky beyond with optimistic golden touches.  This exhibit demonstrates such maturity on the part of the student curators.  Don't miss this!

Mimi -July 2015.



Winter - Dec 2014 TONALIST UPDATE:  Hurry, as this Addison Gallery of Amercian Art exhibit ends Jan 4, 2015...

There is a fabulous, fabulous Tonalist exhibit which includes The MONK.   More Inness works, a Blakelock, an Alex Wyant, some Twachtmans and several limited palette oils by Dwight Tyron who painted in South Dartmouth MA for 40 summers, which can be viewed at The Addison.  This all thanks to the new director, Judith F. Dolkart along with curators Keith Kauppila and Susan Faxon.   What a brilliant start for Ms. Dolkart as the Addison's new director!  

The Addison Gallery of American Art exhibit: Dwight Tryon and American Tonalism, curated by the independent scholar Keith Kaupplia, is an eye opener for those of us without an iota of an art education.  I am sorry that I missed his lecture this past September.  

To read about this painter, his art and those who brought his work to us, please visit:  to learn more about the passion it takes in bringing important American paintings to enlighten those of us who may have never otherwise had such an opportunity to experience.    

No question that my love affair continues with Inness, my first tonalist, but Stilly Night - 1917 by Tryon was a small vision to behold!  Here Tryon indulged in some red "greenery"; and oh that glow that warms the viewer from across the gallery!   Although the Tryons are on loan for just a short while, The Addison's permanent collection is always a comforting friend to visit again and again...


Exhibition History of the oil featured above:  The original oil snow landscape painting titled: Backyard Winter Glow, was shown at the  North Shore Arts Association Gallery Exhibit I  and can now be viewed by visiting and searching # : 1242270.

All text content is original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form - December 1, 2014

Signed American Oil Hommage Ala Palette de M. Gauguin
December 25, 2013 - 1:49 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed American Oil Hommage Ala Palette de M. GauguinI NEVER WENT TO TAHITI


Starting at around her mid to late teens a young woman was often heard to say, "I am afraid that my headstone will read, I Never Went to Tahiti".

Well, that is certainly not the case with M. Paul Gauguin, as he made two trips to Tahiti, his second when he left France for the last time in July 1895, dying at his island paradise alone on May 8, 1903.

During one of my coveted infrequent outings, while attempting to enjoy viewing various paintings at a gallery, one rep's voice was heard describing a painting, "... a cute one with all the crisp lines like an illustration..."  This from a young female who had just "done her walk of shame" certainly not demonstrating any crisp lines in her apparel.

Hearing her remarks caused a few questions to cross my mind.  How much could she possibly know about art history?  Still pondering...another thought came to me, "why...I have Neiman Marcus Christmas catalogs older than her."  My mental Qs continued...does she even paint?  No...her hands did not appear to have ever held a paint brush and judging from her askew 28 hour old eye make up, apparently more recently, not even a make up brush.  Tsk.  Tsk.

It was time to study a bit of art through the ages.  Bottecelli, Leonardo, Ingres, Bingham, Hopper, Okeeffe, Parrish, Wyeth to name just a few have been known to indulge in an occasional crisp line or two.  These painters were no slouches neither then nor now.

Monsieur Gauguin certainly laid down some crisp lines, at least after he left France and away from his fellow French painters of the late 19th century.  The Tahitian ladies in his later work even demonstrate black "cloisonne outlines".  

Yes, styles come and go.  The "painterly thing" can so often get out of control and then may be frequently overrated.  So what is wrong with a few crisp lines I ask.  Perhaps from time to time they may contribute to the comfort of that painter when often the only control to be had is at the end of a paint brush.

All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form.  Dec 25, 2013

Signed American Oil O/C Landscape Painting Road
November 29, 2013 - 2:16 am
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American


Signed American Oil O/C Landscape Painting Road  

This has the makings of another 'when I was younger and fearless' account, made more poignant now that I am often afraid of my own shadow.

It is said that during his second European visit Marsden Hartley lamented, 'the farther away I travel from the New Mexico mountains the more they elude me...' or something along that vein.  This before he handily captured Dogtown Cape Ann depictions on numerous canvases without being tormented so.  Was this because this neck of the woods up East is less challenging to paint than that vastness out West?

Would that this had been the scene as in this painting when I found myself driving alone on NM 53 at or near 35* 2' N 108* 21' W, during a most treacherous, white knuckle drive that November night so long ago.

That devilish drive comes to mind on this November night without a single snowflake in sight here in New England, as New Mexico just got walloped with wild whiteout conditions that can occur as early as October and as late as May.  The images conjure up as if it were just yesterday.  

Starting out in the area where Billy the Kid is rumored to have died in hiding of old age, what should have been a 50 minute drive to Grants, turned into a 5 hour drive.  There were no villages nor towns along the way.  White all around me... nothing... nothing else... but darkness against all that maddening white.  Not a single street nor road light to break the dark night.  There on NM 53, visibility came to a screeching halt at hood's end, as the enormous fluffy snowflake clusters raced horizontally across into the windshield, mesmerizing me into an almost spellbound trance while I struggled to keep my wits about me and my car on that narrow desolate often windy road.

Panic was present and my temples pulsed knowing that the nearest telephone was 20 miles away.  No cell phone at my side.  Although a family member owned a Motorola mobile ala Miami Vice, I had to wait until the 80s to own my first mobile phone.  That night, there were no radio waves way out there in the darkness to keep me company.  

I was alone.

In my car was a camera loaded with what would be pictures of the Southeastern quadrant of the Northwestern quadrant of New Mexico.  Pictures that were meant to assist in what were to be hopefully, future paintings depicting the magnificent mountains of New Mexico.

The fastest speed possible was 10 - 15 MPH, slipping this way and that as I stared ahead whispering, 'five more miles... five more miles... five more miles'... knowing full well that it was more like 40 miles which included crossing the Continental Divide and attempting the wild curvy road up ahead around the Bandera Crater and Ice Caves.  Yes... that part of the road that many named...Dead Man's Curve.  Indeed it seemed so, especially that night in such a powerful snowstorm!

Not another single soul in sight the entire time.  I was alone.

Approaching and inching my way on Dead Man's Curve around the Ice Caves, I glanced nervously to the left of the road at the invisible nearby stretch of Zuni Mountains where Mike Todd crashed his plane, The Lucky Liz,  just over two decades before.  No consolation there.  I was determined to keep the car on the road.  I was not going to die there alone.  I was going to paint New Mexico someday.  Nov 28, 2013


Simply said most gemstones, precious and otherwise, are formed deep in the ground by extreme heat and pressure, yet often found on the surface after being expelled by volcanic forces or natural disruptions.  At the Bandera Crater and Ice Caves area, kids of all ages may just find amethysts, emeralds (while some red beryl in at least two mountain areas in the state), sapphires, topaz, obsidian, fossils and other natural stones to delight rockhounds of all ages.  Nowadays, bags of sand can be purchased so that kids can do some sluicing and just maybe bring a gem home to mom.

New Mexico, with its numerous ancient volcanic activity areas, can provide the rockhound plenty of opportunities to find gemstones of all types and colors to delight the jewelry collector in all of us.  

If hiking and a little spelunking makes the perfect holiday, then the area mentioned here could be just the ticket.  There have been some tourist friendly improvements made since my last visit, when all this non-outdoorsy girl could manage was a quick visit to the minty green cool ice cave and crater area, during a perfect summer day and not during the harrowing drive mentioned above!   December 1, 2013

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EXHIBITION HISTORY:  This original oil painting titled Road Out West and another oil titled Out West II  were shown at the Reading Art Association 2014 Spring Art Exhibit and can now be viewed by going to and searching #: 1183868.

Signed Oil O/C American Painting Magnolia Tree
September 5, 2013 - 7:44 pm
Fine Art : Paintings : Oil : N. America : American

Signed Oil O/C American Painting Magnolia TreeLIFE INTERRUPTS LIFE

Signed Oil O/C American Painting Magnolia Tree  (<<<please click here to see new frame)

Just when you think that Spring is taking you on to a fine Summer.  Smack!  Snap! Crack!  Those are the sounds of breaking bones. 

In the Spring you can't miss it.  The magnificent magnolia in Methuen's Memorial Park, is just glorious as its blossoms burst out beckoning to be noticed, warning the passerby that the blossoms will soon be gone - just as in life - and that one may wait a long year to enjoy its majesty once again.  Alas, no painting could "do it justice."

This magnolia is in The Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument Park in Methuen MA, an 1888 gift of Charles H. Tenney, who along with Nevins and Searles, "the three fathers of Methuen", built multitudes of monuments, "castles" and stone buildings during the turn of the last century that give this town its flavor.  Nearby stood the George Washington Monument by sculptor Thomas Ball commissioned by the eccentric Edward Francis Searles.  

In later years, with the Hopkins millions, he built for himself one heavily walled "castle" here and another one up the street in Salem, NH named for his family name.  

After his humble beginnings, the story goes that he did not relish living his life as a mill worker in any of the many mills that were built in town.  So, as a young man in the 1800s off went Searles to New York City to be an antiques dealer and designer.  During the course of his job, he met and later married the very rich much older widow Mary Frances Sherwood Hopkins of railroad fame.  She hired him to interior design her "Barrington cottage" in Western MA.  

Mrs Hopkins had the railroad money and he had the penchant for interesting decor, the perfect combination to fill the little mansions with some fine furnishings.  She proposed and he accepted.  How could he not?   

Together with her money they built and built.  At one time their property extended from here in Methuen MA across the state line up to North Salem, NH.  After a short four year marriage without issue, her death was fraught with whodunnits.  The widower later left the Hopkins millions to his unmarried "secretary", Arthur Walker.  Those grey stone walls can still be seen about on both sides of the state line.  

The George Washington statue was sold to make room for a building, a decision this town must still surely regret, and now stands far away in Forest Lawn Cemetery in CA.  How Searles turns in his nearby grave!   Seen in the background is the First Congregational Church which boasts a fine expansive stain glass window by John LaFarge.  It was rebuilt in the 19th century, still  with a cornerstone dated 1689.  There, across the street,  you will find the magnificent magnolia which for some may possibly remain a beacon to a better day.

Creative license was taken by not including telephone poles, sidewalks, crosswalks, parking signs, a fire hydrant, a cannon, headstone, etc. allowing more nature and stonework.

EXHIBIT HISTORY:   This original oil titled: Magnolia was shown at RAA - Reading MA - Spring Show and Sale - 15

All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form.  September 2013

Signed Oil O/C Landscape Painting, 3, Bluebonnets
May 17, 2013 - 11:32 pm
New Century : Paintings

Signed Oil O/C Landscape Painting, 3, BluebonnetsMISSING LUPINUS TEXENSIS IN NEW ENGLAND

What is the point of painting if one is not to indulge one's imagination from time to time, I ask.  

The mad race commences in mid March. much as a race can be when accompanied by a cane, not age but a missing right ACL, to the snow covered bulb garden anxiously awaiting the oh so short-lived appearance of the "Purple Gem" Dutch Iris Reticulata, a native of the Caucasus Mountains.  It produces a top heavy bloom that is larger than the plant stem.  Of over 1000 bulbs I planted over a decade ago, this teenie "good news early bird" can make many a winter weary heart sing!  

So bravely and in such a cheeky manner, pushing and straining its tiny 4 - 6" stature through the snow at or around Saint Patrick's Day, often beating the neighboring Early Snow Glories (chionodoxa forbesii) and Early Snow Drops (galanthus woronowii) and even before The Giant Crocus, followed by the perky Blue Grape Hyacinth (muscari armeniacum).  Aaaah those sweet little muscari...that when I squint my eyes...I pretend they are teenie tiny Lupinus Texensis... my beloved Texas bluebonnets!

Doting over a half dozen Phalaenopsis indoors during the winter, tides one over until the Iris Reticulata arrives in the March New England garden, followed by a multitude of other colorful bulbs, including the sea of sweet Lilly of the Valley and later the oh so expressive Arum Italicum.  Dicentra dancing in the breeze, the Vinca Minor under the Azaleas and Anemones everywhere.  Wood Hyacinths too and here come five Peonies with all those pesky ants, followed by a multitude of still more colorful lilles.  Still...every spring, after all these heart yearns for the sight of Texas bluebonnets!

Waving my brushes, as if Merlin, wishing millions of bluebonnets to appear, to march no matter how unlikely to my doorstep...

Flowers: They have been seen in paintings and jewelry as symbols since humans began to express themselves.  That is after the documenting of game on cave walls became the passing rave and yesterday's fad.   Then womanhood began to decorate!   You but have to search: flower.  Flowers everywhere!  Here at Trocadero 3683 items will appear.  The Victorians and their language of flowers...books have been written on the subject.  Button collectors can tell you about them too.

Now to the generic iris - not my sweet reticulata- the artist Philip Hermojenes Calderon, an English painter of French birth, painted an iris in his 1856 and third work Broken Vows as he patterned the painting symbolic styles of the Preraphaelite artists.  An ancient belief is that the iris delivers a warning to be marked, as it was named for the messenger of Olympus.  It also punctuates images of hushed grief for girls led into the hereafter.  It is also the Fleur - de - Lis emblem of France.  As time goes on, other meanings may be attached to it.

Oh those orchids...who but Heade could paint an orchid?  Remember the Antiques Road Show episode of the lady who found one in her Boston area home?  A family member of mine knew her to be quite happy with that find!  Orchids are everywhere these days, in pots and on canvas.  Painting orchids my way, has been a joy as well.

No sense in competing with, nor trying to imitate Mother Nature...enter the camera...when I can paint it just the way I like it.

All images design concept content text are original and solely owned by Mimi Dee and may not be reproduced in any form.  May 2013