Thursday, September 3, 2020

1964 Classics



I was asked by a friend to paint these two classics.  The fun part, was that these were contrived from very limited photos and verbal memories of these favorite first cars of her parents.  When her parents fell in love, they both had these cool cars.  These paintings were painted as a matching set to be framed and hung together as a symbol of fond memories from days gone by.  

The GTO was especially gratifying to paint due to the amazing chrome on this grill.  Both these cars are 1964 models (the Mustang is a '64 and a half).  Even though neither car was ever mine, painting them, I couldn't help but infer all of these great experiences young people have in their first cars.  



Painting these cars was a lot of fun.  In fact, I've decided that I'll start offering some custom paintings for people that have great memories in their cars, but no longer have the cars around.  I think I'll do a painting of my first and favorite truck - a 1979 Ford High Boy.  Oh, the memories and trouble I made in that truck!  I want a painting of it hanging on my wall to make me smile each time I pass by.  


If you're interested in having a painting of a favorite car, please reach out!  I have a lot of time on my hands right now.  


 

The Venice of Portugal


 Although somewhat of a stretch, Aveiro is known as the Venice of Portugal.  It's a really cool town near the Atlantic coast a few hours north of Lisbon.  We made multiple trips there for weekend getaways and we fell in love with the place.  They call it the Venice of Portugal because the town is covered in a network of canals that used to be used for dredging seaweed that was turned into  fertilizer and harvesting salt.  Today both of those industries have long since died, but the canals and the boats are used to take tourists around town.  


I had so much fun painting this scene.  I remember walking past this boat and seeing the reflection in the water and thinking to myself - "That would be really fun to paint" and snapped a picture.  I was right, it was super fun to work the paint to make this reflection.  

Nearby Aveiro is possibly our all time favorite place to visit.  It's little known and not highly visited by tourists, but we visited many times drawn to the cute little housed that lined this fisherman's town shoreline.  This is Costa Nova, Portugal and is a close neighboring town to Aveiro, so whenever visiting Aveiro for a boat ride, we almost always stayed the night and spent some beach time in Costa Nova.  I guess I need to get a painting done of this cute little town.  


  I miss Portugal very much.  Painting scenes from this beautiful country helps me self medicate from a good Portuguese case of "saudade".  I love you Portugal!  


Thursday, April 23, 2020

The Cool Little Surf Town of Ericeira

One of our favorite places to visit here in this cool little town of Ericeira.  My good friend (and Portuguese language teacher) Jose introduced our family to this great town.  The first time I visited, Jose has agreed to take me and my visiting parents to see the town and get lunch at his favorite seafood restaurant.



After a very pleasant tour of the town, we ended in this quaint little plaza.  The plaza seemed to be a preserved time capsule and suddenly I imagined the town a few hundred years ago.  There were 17th century buildings and tiles all around us and I had a bit of a time warp experience there.  As I've visited Ericeira since, this beautiful, historical intersection is special and I love to go back to it.  I painted this scene of the spot and have given this painting to Jose as a thank you note for his friendship and the great tour he gave me and my family.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

'58 Shades of Chrome

I've always been one of those people that has been infatuated with antique cars but never had the money or guts to own one.  That has never stopped me from painting them though!  I had a great time painting this "58 Cadillac.
As I painted this, I thought of our next door Portuguese neighbor, Antonio.  
He and his wife are such nice people and we've befriended them over the last few years.  They, like us, enjoy gardening, so we often exchange produce from our gardens. They are a retired couple and he's had a passion for antique cars his whole life - especially American models.

 Most weekends, he opens up his garage and drives out a few of his favorites.  He has a basement garage under his house where he parks, tinkers with and fully restores his collection.  One day, he invited us down into his garage and I was so excited to see all the different models.  The one that I was thrilled to see (and honestly had never heard of) was a BMW model that they started making with an airplane cockpit and a small two stroke motorcycle engine.  The thing opens on the front - I mean that the windshield and dash board (including steering wheel) hinge open to allow the driver and passengers to climb in.  So cool!




 I was so excited to show him my painting of the Cadillac and give him the painting that reminded me of him.  When I came to his door, he was so complimentary of my painting but when I told him I was giving him the painting, he almost got emotional.  He invited me down again into his garage and I snapped the picture below of him holding my painting in front of his '38 Citreon.  I love giving my art away to people who I share connections with!  It's so fun!

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

The Parable of the Treadmill




Dear Elder Jeppson,
Years ago, when I started to run for exercise, I only ran outside – mostly along trails or backroads around my house.  When winter rolled around, I joined a gym and started to run on a treadmill.  The first time, I was thrilled at the ease and increased speed and stamina I felt compared to running outside.  I was able to both increase my pace and run further than I could outside.  Not fully understanding all the things that were taking place, I simply was happy with what I assumed was my own increased ability.  I ran on the treadmill all through the winter and when spring came around, I decided to continue to use the treadmill instead of returning to the trails because it was making me feel so strong.



Over that spring, I continued to increase in ability and fitness and was feeling amazing.  When the next winter rolled around though, I began to experience severe pain in my lower legs, shins and calves.  It was a sharp piercing pain that shot through my whole legs on every impact of my feet.  It became bad enough that I could not run.  I would rest for a few weeks and try again, and the pain immediately returned.  After almost a full month of trying to get to heal, I finally went to a sports medicine specialist.  He did some x rays and determined that I had developed sever compression fractures in both my legs.  He further explained that this kind of injury is common among those that run exclusively on a treadmill because of the lack of variation in terrain.  The sameness of the treadmill deck and the fact that every single impact of my legs was the exact same flatness, speed and angle was really rough on my legs.  He advised that my legs actually needed the variety and undulation of the real ground and even better if it involved dirt trails, logs, inclines and changing density of ground.  After months of not running to allow my fractures to heal, he advised that I start running again, but run outside on dirt trails.  When I did this, I was surprised at how different and challenging running outside was.  The resistance of the wind, the incline of the ground, the need to always be observant of my foot placement – it all amounted to a make running significantly harder and slowed down my pace.  But surprisingly, my legs and feet felt amazing.  They became stronger because of the undulating trail and various ways each stride impacted the ground.  

As I continued to train, my pace and strength soon exceeded the point I had reached on the treadmill.  Not only were my legs and overall running ability being strengthened, but it was actually protecting myself form injury by running on the trails.  At times, the running outside got muddy, messy, icy or difficult enough that I had to slow down to a walk, but each time, I remembered how bad the treadmill had injured me.  I remembered the danger of the sameness.  In the end, I was actually safer from injury by foregoing the easy treadmill and facing the additional challenges of running outside. 
This whole experience had been on my mind lately.  I can’t stand the treadmill anymore.  In fact, I call it the dreadmill.  There are so many beautiful life lessons in this parable.  There’s a deeper lesson than your standard old slogan of choosing the more challenging route to experience growth.  What I learned here that was so unexpected and something I truly believe applies to our lives is that when we seek the easy way, the way that comes without hills, headwinds, splattered mud and tripping hazards, we risk serious set back and injury.  Our bodies and spirits are healthier and happier when our route undulates and is constantly adapting to challenges.  It’s the little bumps, roots and mud puddles that protect us form the compression fractures brought on by the repetitive, mundane-ness of the easy road. 
I hope when life deals you a trail that is filled with these ups and downs, or a bit of a headwind, you’ll remember to not be too worried about meeting your expected pace and being okay with walking or resting and remember that it’s this very road that will protect you from the dangers of easy street. 
I love you.  Keep going!  I’m proud of you and know that this is definitely not treadmill running.  I hope this little parable helps you. 
Love Dad. 

Monday, September 10, 2018

Lisbon - A Paintable City...

It's been a long time since I've posted on my blog and have recently been painting some scenes here locally.  I'm recommitting to my painting hobby. It's incredible how much therapy it provides me.  I'm also committing to restart my special envelope activity.  If you've asked for a special envelope and never received one, please message me to let me know.  I've misplaced my list of requests I was keeping and working through.



The Torre de Belem is a wonderfully paintable landmark here in town.  Everytime I pass it, I think....I need to paint that thing.  This was a fun one and I've already started a long list of local scenes to paint in the coming weeks. 

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Hiking the Appalachian Trail

This week's envelope goes out to some great hiking pals.  Anthony Joseph, his son and I shared one of the most memorable experiences of my life.  We decided to plan a hike along the Appalachian Trail and during our hike, we stumbled across a "dropped" bear cub only a few days old.

  
We immediately were concerned about the dangers of encountering an angry mama bear but after a few hours watching from a distance, determined that mama was not likely coming back.  There was something clearly wrong with the poor cub and it could not get up and move around.  We debated for so long about what to do.  We knew a ranger station was near by, so after much debate and realizing that either way, the cub would likely die if we didn't take him to the ranger station. 


We wrapped him up and took him to the Rangers where we hope they were able to save him.  The rangers seemed positive that they could help the cub get healthy.   


I enjoyed this painting and like to remember the cute little cub in a healthy state like shown on my envelope.  We hope he made it.