I am the daughter of a farmer who grew oranges and olives. Instead of going into farming, I went into art depicting the products of local farming.
A friend of mine sells agricultural properties, and he likes to give my paintings to his customers (although he probably calls them “clients”. . . someday maybe I’ll learn the difference between the two words. . . for now, I prefer the less pretentious “customer”.)
My friend has bought many paintings of oranges, lemons and tangerines from me. I really appreciate him and his business.
This year he has asked for some paintings of olives. This feels a bit weird, because one of the olive groves he sold belonged to my parents. Time marches on, and changes are inevitable. I’m thankful that my friend came to me for the paintings and for the opportunity to paint olives.
When I can come up for air again from my busiest month, I will study these 5 paintings of olives and design a new painting of olives to paint on a 2 foot by 2 foot canvas. I have the canvas and the idea. Next, I need the time to design and the time to paint.
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Jana, so neat to find out that your parents were farmers. Both sets of my grandparents were farmers, too, but didn’t grow anything as exotic as olives and oranges 🙂 Here in Kansas it was more along the lines of wheat, corn, etc. Good luck on your new painting of olives!
Cheryl, how interesting to hear you describe olives and oranges as “exotic” – they are almost as common as dirt around here! Painting olives was very fun – lots of new colors to mix, and figuring out how to arrange a new style of leaves was its own challenge. Simply copying photos doesn’t work, because real life is too messy.
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