Reverse painting on glass
Some country boys were born to be a Tractor man
They are always around the machinery, working with it, using it or doing repairs. Whether it be planting or harvesting, a tractor man can be seen with a big machine. The model for this painting is none other than my grandson, Wyatt. He is a little hay seed, and loves to find out how things work! He even looks under his bouncy house looking for the reason it blows up. When the child’s car he has wont work, he gets off and immediately opens the hood to get to the battery. If something doesn’t make sense, he looks for the reason behind it.
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‘Little Hayseed’ is a reverse painting on glass of my grand-son, Wyatt.. Maybe he isn’t really a little hayseed, but he does look like one in this reverse painting on glass, and he is a bit of a country boy, which is alright with his grandma!
It was a little hard not to laugh yesterday when I went over on a surprise visit. When Wyatt saw me, he started yelling :Nana, Nana!, only to run right past my out-stretched arms to my car. He was looking for his Papa. But on the other hand, he was very happy to see our Border Collie, Toby, and get a kiss from him! He has let me know repeatedly though, that I am very useful to him in the kitchen when I make “Mmmmm” for meals, and especially likes deserts! I am also the one who gets to fix problems when there are stinkers in the diaper. Lucky Nana. I have tried to remedy this affliction, bus to no avail so far.
This Country Boy is all boy. This reverse painting on plexi-glass depicts my grand-son Wyatt. He prefers his Papa over Nana, and at home he is always helping his Dada work in the garage or around the lawn. He has friends who are female, and even kisses them now and then! He will be a heart breaker!
He is shown by his father, a country boy grown up, how to do things for himself and help others when he can, and for this, I am grateful. He dearly loves to help out in the garden with his mother, carrying the produce as far as needed to get it where it’s needed. He even brings fresh vegetables to his Nana when he comes to visit! I do love that Wyatt is growing up in a rural environment, and that for now he is a Country Boy.
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Fire Cracker is without a doubt an American horse, even though she may be one of a different color. I actually finished this reverse painting on glass in time for the fourth of July, but with the unusually rainy seasonal paintings we had in central New York, there weren’t many good days to photograph her. In fact, it’s raining again today. Alas, she did not make it to the fireworks show. Though I have done several
there was no series of paintings in progress when I painted fire cracker, it was just a whim that struck me while I was having a metaphorical case of writers block. Yes, people who paint can get that too. Fire Cracker unblocked it for me.
Even though is has been many years since I’ve had horses of my own, the beauty of these animals is impossible to miss, and don’t we all like to feast our eyes? So if I paint one now and then, it’s just me remembering what magnificent creatures horses are, and yes, there are a few who could be classified under the ‘fire cracker’ category. Please feel free to browse through my web site to see more of my work in reverse Painting on glass.
Rain on Pine Bough is the last reverse painting on glass in the Spring Rain series. The colors of the reflections seen on the surface tension of the raindrops are from natural fauna in the area. With the wetness all around, the raindrop reflections are also everywhere. Yesterday I was in the woods with friends, when I noticed that there are times when one can’t focus on everything at one time, and certain areas of the vision just become color until the focus of what is being viewed is altered. I found this to be odd because the light pinks and purples I had seen became the prettiest flowers! I don’t know what kind of flowers, but the were beautiful. We had originally met there for a group picnic, but the response of attendance was exceptional, and there was more good food than could be eaten. The good company took time to enjoy as well. As a group, we toured the park at Pixley Falls. Executed on plexi-glass, this painting measures 11″ x 14″ inside the frame.
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Last fall, while thinking about skiing, my goal was to get to Pixley Falls in the Dead of Winter. With winter arriving late, and not staying as long as it used to, there was not an excess of time in which to accomplish it. There was a day late in February that was still just on the edge of being cold at about 30 degrees so we ran with it. Up to Pixley falls we went! When my husband and I got there, I realized there had been no thought given as to how we would get to the bottom of the falls while wading through about 24″ of snow. We took our skis off, leaving them up in the park area, and my trip down was navigated on my back side and more quickly than I would have chosen. I shot the pictures needed for my reverse painting on glass while having my breath taken away by the beauty of Pixley Falls in the Dead of Winter. What I saw was about one third of the area where the water falls down, in the center moving. The remaining two thirds of the falling water had been frozen solid while it was still pouring.
The trip back up the side of the falls was also breath taking, but in a much different way. I was able to loosen up my jacket only when getting back into the park area. There were doubts in my mind about whether I would arrive there. I was imagining the headlines in the local news reading
Two Senior Citizens Found Frozen in New York State Park
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While in the process of painting this addition to my Spring Rain series of reverse paintings, what I kept seeing was a section of the globe depicting most of Africa and North America. In actuality, it is only the reflections of wet leaves. There are times in the world of art when we try to read more into a painting than is there. I obviously misinterpreted, and in lieu of the fact it was my own painting, I find it ironic. Maybe the painting is only saying to enjoy the whole, the form, the color, and lastly, the content.
Even though the content is limited, I find the colors to be uplifting. I am drawn to a few of the warmer colors, such as the reds and yellows because I have limited myself to the cooler colors traditionally. Maybe I am ready to break loose in a flurry of color, and it feels wonderful!
Executed on a 14″ x 11″ of plexi-glass, “Rain drop on Twig” is done in oil colors, as are all of my reverse painting o glass. Among my Spring Rain series, this piece is a good example. To see more of my work in this area, please go to
Raindrop Reflection is a rather good example of surface tension, which was taught in my 5th grade class. It is also an example of my reverse painting on glass, in this case plexi-glass to be accurate. Even though the content is only rain water, this drop is not entirely fluid. The molecules are cohesive enough to form a small bubble of water not yet ready to drop from the moss on the tree. Because water can also be reflective, we have the image of what is behind us.
reflected on a convex surface, turning the image up side down. The most unusual part about the reverse painting on glass though, is that I painted an entirely different scene than the one in the photo I was working from. When the painting ‘Raindrop Reflection’ was finished, it was of a pretty church with an angel floating beside it. The photograph was just a street in a small town. I won’t even try to make a story up about how that happened. I was painting only what I saw. It’s just that it seems to be more than enough.
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Spring Rain brings forth so much beauty. You can feel the air getting warmer,
and so can all of the creatures of the earth.
But the spring rain continues to fall, and on everything, rinsing away the dirt until it finds the beauty of the smallest things, such as the tip of a tree limb.
And the reflections made by the volumes of water sometimes seem more real than the actual surface of what they are on. Even though I love the change of seasons here in the north, Spring is my least favorite. I think it might be the dampness that gets to me, or the mud that is everywhere. But at least I can see the beauty of spring rain. For that I am thankful.
Because the surface tension of the water of this raindrop is convex, the reflected image appears upside down. I was really quite amazed after the painting was finished. What I saw in the reverse painting on glass was the reflection of a church with what looked like an angel floating around the side of it. But when I took a close look at the spring rain photograph, it was the scene of a town street with no church in sight. Maybe my thought while painting were too deep. I got immersed in the spring rain and ought to go dry off.
Searching could not have been a pleasant job either for the dog or the man in this reverse painting on glass, yet there they were, helping in this time of need. I am amazed at the abilities of these service dogs and the people who work with them. Not that there haven’t been incredibly intelligent dogs in my own life, but who could have guessed that dogs would be able to find survivors in debris lie this? Or how about the countless belongings they turned up?
“Searching” is the last of the 2001 September 11 reverse painting on glass that I expect to be writing about, not that it was the last in the series. I think the writing about it was almost as exhausting as the painting of it. As probably every other American, I survived as a stronger person. Not because I was directly involved in the action of it, but because of the heartbreak of the losses we suffered as a country, and not knowing where loved ones were during this desperate time. Let this be a lesson that we must all be more aware of what is going on around us, so these awful events do not occur again, here or in any other place.
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