heat wave

 I have been sitting at my computer almost all day because it is simply dastardly hot outside. Sweltering to the point of being dangerous. With no real rain for weeks, our yard and grass has turned to brown straw. It burns my feet when I walk on it as I can't bear to put on shoes of any kind.

 My moms Dogwood tree was literally dying before I realized it. I've been watering it a little every day, and it is beginning to come back a little bit.

 It's interesting to see the Queen Anne's Lace florurish while the grass dies. I water the flowers I have growing in pots every evening, but they are still looking a little wiped out. The Pansies in the pots by the swing below were eaten by woodchucks weeks ago.

 It's too hot to sit on the swing. I watched the evening news tonight for the first time in forever, to see what they are saying about the lack of rain. The weather guys, always cheerful, are calling for scattered showers in this area toward tomorrow morning. I hope its true.

Mots in his house today, but will be coming out when the sun begins to set and the heat lifts a little.

I went into the barn to see if I could spot any raccoons. I didn't see one little masked face. Maybe they finally decided to go down the hill to the marrow pit, a pond in which we swam when we were kids. I remember rowing around that pit with my first boyfriend and some other kids. Paul McCartneys
"Uncle Albert" was on the radio. One of those really good memories....

I'm feeling very concerned about this momma turkey who decided to make her nest right below the studio window, in the overgrown garden. You can't see them, but there are several large eggs on which she is sitting. What a sweetheart! What is she doing for food and water? I put some water near the entrance of the garden, but didn't want  to get too near to upset her. Wayne and I don't want to draw any attention to her from the raccoons as they would eat her eggs.
I feel sorry for them too. I really do hope they took off for more watery regions.



So, it is already almost mid July in Michigan.

 I have decided to make a conscious effort to observe my surroundings, taking in the sounds, smells, feel of the breeze, the touch of the sun.

It will only be a memory soon enough.

 A lesson to try and live in the now.


Marines and Lake Michigan paintings by Armand Merizon

My dad was mesmerized by, and began painting water at a very early age. This first one is a"marine", which means ocean painting, most likely the east coast, as the Atlantic ocean was his favorite. He was influenced by Winslow Homer and Fredrick Waugh, both amazing painters of the sea. He became known for his ability to paint water like no one else in the West Michigan area. At just 16 years old, he was given the opportunity to travel to Maine with a pastor and his family for further study of the ocean. Later he was to spend time off the coast of Gloucester, Mass, on a fishing boat, traveling up to Nova Scotia. These experiences at such a young age really made a huge impact on him.

1932, 12 years old.

 My father made numerous paintings of the Atlantic and Lake Michigan, and it is my desire to
find out how many. His dealer once told him to "stick with the Lake Michigan's. They are what
sell around here." He may have had a point, but to have someone tell him what to paint did not sit
well, and sadly ended their relationship.

This next painting I found in my dad's studio after he passed away. It is on a loose piece of canvas protected between two pieces of illustration board. It measures 20" x 16" and was done with heavy oil. The seagull is flying down to a fish in the water that is visible if you look closely. I believe this piece was probably considered an experiment.


Below is an example of a "marine" and how it differs from a "great lake", as far as the work by my dad is concerned.  Marines are usually more wild, generally speaking. The waves are larger and greener. There are often rocks, rather than sandy beach.


I found these last five pictures all together, dated 1989 and I believe that they were all painted around that time, as none of them were framed. All were taken sitting on his easel which I cropped out of the photos.  My dad usually took slides, which I'm sure he did with these.




stay cool!