Author Archives: Kathleen Franks
Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine a room with blank beige walls, beige carpet. a room void of thoughtful design: rectangular beige canvas furniture, no comforting curves. straight beige lamps with square canvas shades. windows with beige mini-blinds. no … Continue reading
This is oil pastel on paper and is part of my 2005 forest series. I am fascinated by the shadows of the trees against the hillside. I like the way the light uses its shimmering swords to powerfully slice through … Continue reading
This is oil pastel on paper. I am fascinated by the shadows that speckle the forest floor. It’s my grandfather holding up his first-born son to the redwoods. An introduction. Maybe the start of a great relationship. This painting is … Continue reading
I have had this fantasy forever: to airlift a grand piano to a beautiful mountain meadow, hire a concert pianist and put on a show for an entire forest of inhabitants and any humans who might want to attend as … Continue reading
In 2005 I did a series of forest paintings. Oil pastels on paper. All of them were from my imagination. I smushed the oil pastel crayons onto a pointed cardboard stub to get the dotted effect for the foliage. I’ve … Continue reading
This is a watercolor of the pony rides at Tilden Park. My oldest son had been waiting for at least half of his young life to be old enough to ride the bigger ponies. Finally that day came!