Market Day

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023 “Market Day” Acrylic on MDF, 5″ x 7″

I was walking along the river, near Melun, France, on my way to the weekly market, when I encounter this woman coming to market. She apparently lives on an old barge on the other side of the river. I loved her nearly heroic pose, her beauty, and the contrast between the battered old metal boat and her stylish, almost Renaissance-looking coat, her velvety dress, and ballet-style black slippers.

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Pulpit Rock Crabapple

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022 “Pulpit Rock Crabapple” Acrylic on MDF, 4″ x 4″

Homemade crabapple jelly. Yes, the spoon is bent—it’s quite old. Antique. And someone made an effort to straighten it in years gone by. A neighbor asked permission to pick the crabapples from our tree and, in return, we received a couple of jars of tasty jelly each year.

$60 – To purchase, send email to: gallery@mikedaymon.com

Mousing Around

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020 “Mousing Around” Acrylic on MDF, 4″ x 4″

Times change quickly. We’re seeing a lot of “old” computer stuff out there that’s no longer made or used (unless you’re a collector). These two mice were in a box in my basement, but there was a time when I put a lot of miles on them. (Yes, that’s an early Alfa Data mouse on the left.)

$60 – Buy on DailyPaintworks.com

 

Rubber Cement

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019 “Rubber Cement” Acrylic, 7″ x 5″

I’ve been a commercial artist for decades, and one of the things I truly love about the profession is the tools of the trade. Compasses, rulers, t-squares, triangles, ruling pens, X-acto knives, paints and brushes, rubber cement, and many others, are fondly remembered. All those tools have disappeared from the designer’s profession, replaced by advanced technology. But they really were beautiful tools, and they had to be mastered.

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Pumpkin

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018 “Pumpkin” Acrylic, 7″ x 5″

For some reason, it’s easy to love a pumpkin. Jack-o-lanterns? Not so easy, perhaps. But who could resist this little guy with such a flamboyant stem?  How that stem ended up surviving all the way from farm to grocery store is no doubt a sweet story that I’ll never know. I can only guess that no one along the way had the heart to chop it off.

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