Tuesday, February 14, 2017

"Salutations to Sibs" SOLD
36x24" oil on gallery wrap canvas

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. 

—Khalil Gibran

I have been a lost ship over most of the past year, adrift from paints and canvas, but happy to be firmly back in port of studio with brushes as oars, anchored firmly in hand. 

Family took precedence last April as my 93-year-old mom came to live with us. Her stay turned out to be a short final voyage as she sailed off into the ether of sunset at the end of September. We were honored to care for her those last months of her life, as this is how families love each other. 

Toni Morrison said, “Your need a whole community to raise a child” but to care for a dying parent, I say, takes an entire family. This is what ultimately led me to this painting “Salutations to Sibs.”

I wasn't consciously aware of what was actually drawing me to paint this alluring sunrise from Martha’s Vineyard. It was only after I finished the piece, that I was struck by how much the harbor scene reminded me of my family each one dropping their anchor to tend to mom in many different ways. 

Boats moored at bay seemed the perfect metaphor for family. Our fleet is composed of a large variety of crafts, some strong and secure, some calm, soulful and gentle, others steadfast and reliable. Siblings may sail through life on different bodies of water scattered around distant shores, yet will always tether together when the day is over, or seas turn into rough stormy waters.

It seems appropriate to post this piece on Valentine’s Day to honor the eight loving vessels in my marina including Bob, Debby, Kitsy, Barb, Mary, Julie, Lolly and Dash. 

I love you all!  

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Friday, April 8, 2016


"Reflecting at Days End", 18x24", Oil on gallery wrap canvas

             "Even a blind chicken finds a little grain of sand every once in awhile."  
— Dave Parsons 

I am thrilled to have won First Place in the Monthly Contest at Daily Paintworks, along with a $500 cash prize!!! 

The original is sold, however, a wide range of print and giclee reproductions are available in my online store. Click here to view all of the options.

Thanks for letting me toot my horn. :  ) 

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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Snug as a Bug

"Snug as a Bug", 9x12", oil on Gessobord

"Babies smile in their sleep because they’re listening to the whispering of angels."  — Author unknown

Snug among blankets, pillows and an array of furry friends, this is my youngest grandson whom I captured in a photo napping one bright summer afternoon in my studio. 

Getting him down for a nap, I had planned to paint that afternoon. However, there's something about a sleeping child, like a magnet that makes it impossible not to wallow away hours watching diminutive breaths under yielding eyes abducted to foreign lands by sugar plum fairies. Obviously, I didn't get much painting accomplished, however the time was well spent in grateful awe and wonder. 

Being a grandma is the best of times, all the fun without the stress. 
Plans and agendas fall to the side, you have to grab time with grandbabies...they don't keep. 

Lullaby and good night,  

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Tuesday, March 8, 2016

"Mooring in Light" Updates

Winning piece "Mooring in Light", oil on canvas, 40x30"

My winning entry in the CAL Spring Judged Show. "Mooring in Light" was also awarded a "Judge's Pick Winner" in the February 2016 DPW Monthly Contest! 

This 40x30" oil painting is now for sale in my online gallery under "Seascapes" at nancyparsonsart.com.

Thank you for viewing my work.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Mooring in Light

"Mooring in Light" 30x40" Oil on gallery wrap canvas

"Hope is the anchor of our souls. I know of no one who is not in need of hope - young or old, strong or weak, rich or poor. 
— James E. Faust

I have to admit, I am hopelessly attracted to desolate boats moored in reflective waters. Taken hostage and dragged aboard by the promise of quiet stillness and solitude, I rarely put up a fight. 

To me, empty boats are a metaphor for our own small earthly vessels. Tossed about through changing tides—weathering the relentless storms life throws our way—we survive afloat tethered securely to trust and anchored in the light of hope. 

Finding such a little craft resting in the light of a breaking dawn or a setting sun always compels me to start pulling out paints and brushes. This is the latest from my boat series. It's the largest so far, 30x40" on stretched gallery wrap canvas. 

I am entering this piece in a show so it's not up for sale quite yet, but will be after March 5th. If anyone is interested please email me. All of my boat paintings are also available for reproduction as prints or on stretched canvas. 

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Sunday, January 3, 2016

I Do Believe

                                   "Juliet", 40x30", oil on gallery wrap canvas

Here's the reference photo and the start of the painting. I didn't want her arm to be cutoff 
like the photo, so the hand and arm were created from my imagination which is not easy. 
The hand had to be scrapped off and repainted three times.

"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." — Albert Einstein

Meet our beautiful little 6-year-old granddaughter, Juliet. This enchanted little spirit exists in a magical realm all her own.  

A true fairy princess, as most days she can be found spun amongst multiple layers of pink taffeta ruffles and netting dotted with sparkles and glitter. Her blonde tresses interwoven with jeweled crowns of leaves, flowers and butterflies, while sequined slippers hug her feet like Cinderella's gracing the ballroom floor. I watch spellbound as she sings and dances in her miniature fairy kingdom built among rocks and bushes in an outdoor garden along side of the backyard pool. She spins in a perpetual wisp of delight picking flowers for trolls and fashioning gifts of shells and moss for a local elf.  

Oh to be young again and see through the eyes of a child where life is an ongoing adventure in a never-ending secret land of enchantment and discovery. What was it that made us stop seeing? 

My painting was from a simple snap shot of her playing outside with the sun bouncing rays off the blondness of her sprite self. I hope that in some way it will always be a reminder to her of the uniqueness and wonder seen through her eyes and harbored in her soul. May she never forget or stop believing.

I do believe, I do believe, I do believe... 

Thanks for viewing my latest work.

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

At Ease

"At Ease", 18x24" oil on gallery wrap canvas
"At rest, however, in the middle of everything is the sun."
— Nicolaus Copernicus


I've been working on this painting for the past couple of weeks. The photo I used was another from the amazing photographs at Vineyard Colors.

I was drawn to paint it for several reasons. First, I am always attracted to strong patterns of light and dark; the colors and somber mood entranced me; while the quiet solitude of resting boats, anchored in trust and faith that the sun will return, resonated with my tired soul moored along still waters at the end of day

William Penn said, "True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment. For me a day without long periods of silence is a day I was not fully present. "Be still and know that I am God." 

At ease mates,

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Thursday, October 1, 2015

I'm Toot'n My Horn

I am honored to have my painting, Shuttered Repose accepted into the Visual Arts Alliance (VAA) 33rd Annual Juried Membership Exhibition. The show is open to the public until November 20, and is located at 1600 Smith St., Houston, TX in the 1600 Smith Street Gallery.

Other wonderful news, my painting, Reflecting at Days End was awarded 1st Place and "Best in Category" in the Conroe Art League's Fall Show.

These announcements have been all over Facebook, but wanted to share with my loyal followers. 

Thank you all for your encouragement and support for 
my work. 

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Monday, September 21, 2015

First Light

"First Light", 8x10", Oil on Gessobord
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“Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.” — Rabindranath Tagore 

Today's painting was completed on our 3-day trip to Galveston, TX last weekend. I was on the beach each morning, camera in hand, before the sun had even blinked its sleepy eye out over the wide expanse of somber Gulf Coast.  

With the exception of a few scattered fishermen dotting the horizon in hopes of a catch, I sat alone at the outer-most tip of a jetty surrounded in the hug of darkness, and amid the soft crashing sound of waves gliding methodically in rows of foamy caps to shore. Even the daily winged scavengers hadn't arrived for the handouts left exposed on the wet sand by receding tides.

As I sat quietly waiting for the day to show up, I noticed a huge charcoal-gray bank of clouds lining up center stage, just above the horizon. The sky began taking on a soft pastel glow as the sun started kicking off the massive blanket of sea green it had been hiding under. I sat mesmerized as huge swatches of brilliant oranges, pinks, violets and golds splashed across a backdrop of aquamarine canvas. Next piercing yellow rays, like jabbing arms and legs, began to emerge at the focal point. The intense glow continued illuminating clouds into warmer lighter grays with golden hues that appeared as thin as a veil around the outer-most edges. 

Lighter and lighter the clouds continued to transform until suddenly all were outlined in a bright golden halo of pure radiant light. Spellbound, in that moment, I heard the silent words in my heart, "In spite of all the surrounding darkness in the world, know I am here in the brightness and fullness of glory, waiting." In awe-struck reverence and abandonment, I could only utter, Amen!

Thanks for letting me share my catch of the day.

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Sunday, September 13, 2015

Reflecting at Day's End

     "Reflecting at Day's End" 18"x24", oil on gallery stretched canvas

"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."  — Henry David Thoreau
Gosh, it has been three months since my last post. That's the longest gap in over five years. I feel like I've been serving time in solitary confinement. If you thought I died you are dead solid wrong. I am alive and kick'n, but had to spend the entire summer wearing my other hat, graphic design to make ends meet. Reality check!

Although I had very little time to pick up a brush this summer, I did receive a couple of awesome honors. In July, the Lone Star Art Guild Convention selected my painting, "Shuttered Repose" for 2nd Place in Professional Oil Painting Division out of 17 other art league's winning pieces. In the spring, this same piece took First Place in my local art league, and has since been juried into the Visual Arts Alliance Exhibition in Houston. This piece was one of 66 pieces of art selected out of 456 entries and will be on display until November in downtown Houston in the 1600 Smith Street Building Gallery. 
Over the summer I did do one new painting for a book cover  I was designing. Here is that piece. The author, Sandra Johnson, had taken a photo of a model holding a bouquet of flowers for her cover, but decided the photo was cropped too tightly. Hence I was commissioned to work on a painting that would incorporate more of the figure. This novel is being published by Texas Review Press.
Today's painting (show at the top of the page) is a larger piece that I am submitting to another show next weekend. I wanted to give you a sneak preview. This little dingy really snagged my oar. It was painted from a photo found online by Vineyard Colors. If you are unfamiliar with these photographers, check out their incredible daily on-location images direct from Martha's Vineyard. These folks are kind enough to allow artists to paint from their work. Here is the photo I was working from.
Okay, so that's about all the news I have for now. I have purchased lots of new art supplies and intend to be back afloat as long as my money holds out. 
Thanks for letting me come ashore. 

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Monday, June 15, 2015

Vanishing Hoopers

"Vanishing Hoopers" 8x10" oil on gessobord

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry. 
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

— Lewis Carroll

The whooping crane has to be the most elegant, graceful and majestic bird to inhabit our planet. However, they are among the worlds rarest birds. According to Cornell Labs of Ornithology, the Whooping Crane—the tallest bird in North America—remains an endangered species, although it has rebounded from a low of just 15 cranes in the 1940s to about 600 today. Its recovery has been thanks to tireless efforts by conservationists, including Operation Migration, a creative program that helps Whooping Cranes learn migratory routes by leading these avian giants with an ultralight aircraft. Check out this beautiful Whooping Crane Cam from Operation Migration. (Be sure to turn up your volume.)

This painting was a commissioned piece to be gifted to a woman who is a founding member of a whoopers protection organization. I salute you Gwen for your amazing and sacred work.

Spread your wings and fly magnificent Whoopers, fill our longing skies! 
Thank you for viewing my favorite bird. 

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Monday, April 27, 2015

The Beach Boy

The Beach Boy, 10x8" Oil on Gessobord

"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop." — Mother Teresa

Today's painting is a recently commissioned piece. The photo reference I worked from was 20+ years old and so faded there was very little color still visible in the well worn image. However I have found over time, that if I pay close attention and focus in on each and every individual value shift, adding color isn't really a problem as long as I apply the same values found in the reference. In this reference there were also sand dunes in the background, so using a little creative licensing, I decided to add the cooler blue-green ocean behind this little beach goer for added color and contrast to his sun kissed flesh tones, and to also mimic his luminous sky-blue orbs. 

When I paint a portrait, I really have to completely forget that I am working on a portrait and not even try to think about capturing an exact likeness, or I will freeze up faster than a drop of water landing on the apex of the North Pole. I try to work all over the panel focusing on and breaking it all down into shapes formed by shadows, mid-tones and highlights. Once I am able to isolate a specific shape and value, and recreate that same value, each spot becomes a piece of the jigsaw puzzle. Somehow when I adhere to this limited focus approach, magically a little boy begins to emerge out of the paint. I might not always get an exact likeness, but somehow the underlying spirit and energy seems to rise out of the chaos.

I am not a great painter, only a very insignificant artist struggling to survive in a world surrounded by so many other more talented and formally educated masters. My desire is to disappear into the ocean of my work and experience over and over the tides of joy creating at the foot of the Master. That is enough. 

Thanks for dropping in today!

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Pondering on a Pond

"Pondering a Pond", 12x24" oil on canvas
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
— Henri Matisse
I literally pause and let out an aah every time I pass by this watery oasis, which sits juxtaposed at the intersection of a major highway and a clover leaf exit off of a farm road, sandwiched between a business and railroad tracks. I've been driving past it for years, trying in vain to figure a way to gain access into this private sanctuary to paint it.

Swearing profusely that she never saw the "No Trespassing" sign until she was leaving, my friend Angela blatantly hopped a fence onto the property to photograph it after I casually mentioned my dilemma. A friend indeed, and to my total delight, the next thing I know she is sending me inside and close up photos of my masked refuge. This shot was earlier in the spring as the morning fog still blanketed the dried lingering remains of last years reeds and the barely visible new growth of water grasses softly emerging from its murky depths. 

How I wish I could live in a little cabin on the banks of this tiny haven and paint her ever-changing mirrored portrait over and over, day after day. I love the way the reeds, slumping over like exhausted guards, delineate the pond into channels of watery reflections of surrounding forest, sky and clouds. What a hidden gem coexisting side by side in the mundane of our busy lives...aah! 

Thanks for viewing my secret botanical garden. 

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Canals of Coexistence

"Canals of Coexistence", 10x8", oil on Gessobord

"You probably have to have redundant levee systems with canals in between them, like the Dutch have, to make sure that incoming water is channeled off to areas where you deal with it rather than have it drown you."
  Billy Tauzin

This piece was painted from a lovely photograph graciously sent to me by my friends, Yolanda and Bill, taken on their trip to Amsterdam. 

I never imagined the picturesque land covered by seas of tulips and windmills was in fact like another Venice? Evidently, the Netherlands lies below sea level, so Amsterdam survives with the aid of more than 150 canals and 1250 bridges. These channels of water have been central to city life there for the last four centuries.

I would love to visit this city someday and paint these picturesque canals in plein air. I'd
walk the dappled paths of canals along winding streets lulled by graceful arching pathways of bending branches, and breathe in the salty sea air. 

I would guess this was snapped early morning as motionless boats and canal barges rooted to bulkhead, doze in the quiet first break of light. Sleepy-eyed-locals inside the rows of houses along the avenue are most likely sipping hot chocolate or dark coffee from Delft porcelain, while mulling over morning news before heading out into the tangled maze of tributaries weaving through the city. 

I can see this Dutch system of survival as a metaphor for maneuvering through life. The world comes at us in tidal waves of noise, with constant demands, obligations and distraction that tug us in all directions at once. There is an overwhelming sense of being swept away and swallowed by the raging waters. Mind and soul come to the rescue creating canals that divide the chaos into clear bite-size pathways of organization enabling us to float with ease across the choppy surface toward the light of new day. Oh, life is a daring adventure!

Thanks for channeling in today. 

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Saturday, March 7, 2015


"Resurrection", 20x16", oil on stretched canvas
"No heirloom of humankind captures the past as do art and language." — Theodore Bikel
Early morning light, resurrecting from night's dark tomb, quietly creeps in through sleepy wooden blinds shrouded in draped wrappings of flowing gauze.  

Suspended from a wire hanger center stage, a ghostly back lit form dangles enveloped in the distinct scent of mothballs. Filtered light sweeps into the room painting shimmery reflections along oak polished floors, while the scene beckons like the moan of a fog horn in search of a traveler missing at sea.

This is heirloom lingerie worn by my maternal grand, or possibly even great, grandmother? I had only recently discovered the ruffled petticoat carefully tucked away in tissue in the attic, when to my total surprise, the camisole arrived in the mail unexpectedly from a sister who thought I should paint it. Who knows, perhaps these two pieces were once a matching set? I rejoiced at the thought of this family reunion.

Hmm, I wonder what our clothing would say if it could talk? What tales and adventures would it reveal? My very proper grandmother is probably rolling over in her grave now that her undies have been immortalized for all the world to see. 

Thanks for taking a peek in today.

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Praise For The Morning

"Praise For The Morning", 8x10", oil on Gessobord

"An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day."  
— Henry David Thoreau

I am happy to report the gallery show I was in last week was a huge success and packed all evening. And, my Trio in Triptych sold very quickly! It was such a fun night. Thanks to all who attended.

"Sun, sun, sun here it comes." Today's painting was taken from a photo snapped by my 5:00 a.m. lap swimming buddy, Angela, along a sunlit path on one of her early morning hikes around Santa Fe. She so generously allows me the honor to interpret her work in oils.

The sun was such a powerful player in the photo; I decided to try a new approach using thick paint applied with a palette knife. I usually paint very thin, so this was my first attempt to paint with a palette knife. I have to admit it felt very awkward and clumsy, however on a positive note, it facilitated a more abstract piece and added more emphasis in the sky and sun. I had a lot of fun with it. 

It's hard for me to imagine missing a sunrise... the very best part of the day! Thank you Angela and cheers to all lovers of the early-morning light. 


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