This is the Brigham Young Home in Nauvoo. Having grown up in Illinois, this scene is especially dear to me. It reminds me of a summer vacation, waking up far earlier than my exhausted parents and running out into the corn fields with a friend, thinking we would have a quick jaunt down to the Mississippi and skip some rocks. Day is never more alive than in the morning, and the sounds of crickets were all but swallowed in that thick moist warm air. After an hour of discovering rabbits, frogs, cacoons and butterflies, we realized we were no closer to the banks than when we started, and had to hurry at least a mile back before our parents woke.
Of all my Nauvoo paintings it is my favorite. I do think I have caught that thick misty morning air. I have had several offers on it, but I just can't let it go, despite my husbands pleadings. (He wouldn't understand, having been born in the desert.)
This is an excerpt of a piece called the Day of Jubilee. In January of 1842 (I think) Joseph Smith was released from claims of extradition in Missourri and he was allowed to come out of hiding for the first time in many months. The weather in Nauvoo was bitter, but every home in the city joined in the celebration of the prophet's release. They called it the Day of Jubilee, and many songs were written and published. As luck would have it, the date was January 19th, my birthday.
Peace Like A River
The fabulously artistic Rebecca Egan took this photograph of a beach in Monterey. My Aunt Mary Donoho suggested it would be a good subject for a painting. Despite my adoration for this great woman I was hesitant and asked her why she like it. She simply responded, "It is Peace Like a River."
It has turned out to be my favorite piece. And I am once again indebted to her, not only for her brilliant suggestion, but also her inspiring life.
If you look at a larger version, you can see that the stroaks are very forceful and broad. I obsess about using organic colors, and am thrilled at the very authentic reds in this sunset. I am pleased to have avoided the pastels or garish oranges that seem to have become cliche in sunset oceanscapes.