Monday, December 27, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

A Card for a Soldier

While you are making out your Holiday Cards you might want to add one more.........

A Recovering American Soldier

c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue
N W Washington DC, 20307-5001





Beaded Glass Ornament, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

This little painting took awhile to paint. all of those little beads!
6"X6" Oil on gallery wrapped canvas. lindamccoyart@live.com copyright 2010

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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Glass Ornament Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

Just a little fun with reflections! This is a repost from 2007, I didn't do an ornament painting this year.
6"X6" oil on gallery wrapped canvas Copyright 2007 Linda McCoy  lindamccoyart@live.com

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Sherie's Mom, Portrait oil on canvas by Linda McCoy


Sherie won a portrait in a contest hosted by Faboverfifty. http://www.faboverfifty.com/


 Sherie's words about her mom:

"I really think that is what I would appreciate the most! I just think it would be nice to give to my kids as well as my mom! My mother will be 82 this coming March. She is a strong woman who is taking care of my sister who has Parkinson’s. She also took care of me when my lupus and fibromyalgia was roaring full blast. She is a very giving and loving woman…!!"

It was a pleasure to paint this portrait for Sherie!
To see more about this painting   http://www.faboverfifty.com/content/they-really-won
11"X14" Oil on canvas

Copyright 2010 Linda McCoy

Friday, November 26, 2010

Pulleys, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy


You had to walk down the basement stairs and past that spooky coal bin to get to the wringer washer. If you didn’t look in, chances are no one would jump out and get you. Washing was an ordeal. Fill the washer with water, add the Cheer, add clothes and stir with a wood stick. When they were finished, pass them through the wringer at time or two; don’t get your fingers caught in the black cylindrical press. Up the basement stairs with the laundry now weighing three times what it did on the way down.

Outside days were perfect; warm sunshine, blue skies. The clotheslines were attached to the garage and the building with pulleys, so they could be pulled this way and that. The clothespins resided in a white enamel bucket. Rules were followed. Undies were hung on the inside lines, so the neighbors didn’t see them. Socks were pinned to the line by the toe, pants hung by the cuffs, sheets on the outside lines.

We couldn’t wait for the white cotton clotheslines to become worn, for they made the best jump ropes for double dutch. Twenty-forty-sixty-eighty- one, twenty-forty-sixty-eighty two, twenty-forty-sixty-eighty-three…..

Smelling of that indescribably fresh summer air, the dried clothes came off the line, were folded and brought into the house for ironing the next day.

When the Chicago winters came roaring in, the clothes were hung in the basement to dry. Dry they did, stiff as boards.

I have to grab a load of clothes out of the dryer now; the dryer sheets say they are scented with “fresh linen.” Not even close.

6"X6" Oil on canvas.  lindamccoyart@live.com   copyright 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Knock Out Rose, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

These rose bushes are aptly named. We added one to the garden, and it's still blooming, although the Indian Summer days are becoming less frequent. I guess the question of what inspired me to paint it need not be asked, it speaks for itself. This little flower however, is not from our garden but from a garden center. It was posing on a cement planter. Basking in the bright sunlight of a beautiful autumn day.
8"X8" Oil on panel. lindamccoyart@live.com  copyright 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Same Old Blues, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

We grew Agapanthus for the first time this summer. They did quite well and I couldn't wait to paint them. I started this painting when the agapanthus were in bloom, and set it aside.  It took a number of days to paint. A few years ago I became intrigued with perfume bottles, this little swan never did get painted, but it seems to have found a home with the blue flowers. The painting is named after a Freddy King song called the "Same Old Blues."
8"X8" Oil on panel lindamccoyart@live.com

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Geri, Oil Portrait, Linda McCoy

Geri is a great lady, she is owner of the site http://www.faboverfifty.com/  Many women's business are featured on the Fab Over Fifty website, and she speaks to many current issues. (Not to mention free give a ways every week!)  When you go to her website, be sure to check "Geri's Diary" at the top of the home page.
11"X14" Oil on canvas, Copyright Linda Mccoy 2010

Friday, November 05, 2010

David, Oil Portrait by Linda McCoy

11"X14" Oil on canvas. David is quiet, but he can sure illuminate a conversation with his sense of humor!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Apples on a Bale of Hay, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

We were at Hidden Valley Farm on State rt 48 in Lebanon Ohio this past week-end. I purchased a few apples to paint. I set them up on the hay bales outside the barn. It was one of those warm, just right autumn days. Really a bright painting! 9"X12"
Copyright 2010 Linda Mccoy    Lindamccoyart@live.com

Monday, October 25, 2010

House Portrait

Lina's House, Oil on canvas 11"X14"

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Geraniums, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

This is a large painting, 24"X30" 
The geraniums were bountiful this year, they look nice on the deck adding great color. I couldn't get the color in the photograph to come out as bright as the painting really is. It has a teal background with mostly pink geraniums. On gallery wrapped canvas.  Lindamccoyart@live.com for purchase info.
Copyright 2010 Linda McCoy

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Aidan with Cookies. Portrait by Linda McCoy

Aidan likes Oreo cookies, one side chocolate the other vanilla. The cream insides of these cookies are missing, of course! He loves Spiderman, croissants, and is currently smitten with McKenzie, his preschool pal. He poses for me often, turning his head coyly from one side to another, smiling in his happy innocent world. This was one of those moments.
11"X14" Oil on canvas Lindamccoyart@live.com
Copyright 2010

Monday, October 11, 2010

Aidan at North Avenue Beach, Chicago,

9"X12" Oil on Canvas, just a carefree day on vacation!
Post number 400!
Copyright 2010 Linda McCoy    Lindamccoyart@live.com

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Win Free Painting

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Monday, October 04, 2010

Edgartown, Martha's Vineyard, Watercolor by Linda McCoy

This painting as with all of my work is COPYRIGHT 2010 LINDA MCCOY
22"X30" Watercolor, painting available through  http://www.artonsymmes.com/
For this painting I used a reference photo I took during a visit to Edgartown, Mass. a few years ago. Please respect my copyright for this painting and others on my blog. Thank you!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Brianne

There once was a girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead....... Oil on canvas 9"X12"
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Monday, September 06, 2010

"Sticky Situation" Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

Yes Ottawa, This is a copyright image!!
4"X4" Oil on panel: Sold
The honey was purchased from a beekeeper we saw at Findlay Market. I was intrigued by the shape of the bottle. When I asked him how the bees were doing after a few years of difficulty he said the hives were better, but that he hadn't lost many, as the other beekeepers had. This is a small painting, but took many days to paint. The smaller the painting, the more important the details become. The light is coming from the east, great morning light. The pears are from our pear tree, we have a bumper crop. Many pears left to paint!
Copyright 2010 Linda McCoy   lindamccoyart@live.com

Friday, September 03, 2010

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Lemenitis Arthemis Astyanax, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy


“Don’t step on it!” she said to her little ones. At the foot of the stair was a still butterfly. She and her young boys hunkered down in a deep knee bend to observe the tragedy. For an exquisite but brief moment she too was little again. Wow, look at the colors. Is it dead? Why did it die? What kind is it? Is it a girl or boy butterfly? The conversation lasted as long as there were questions for her to answer.

Their curiosity satisfied, she reminded them it was time to go shopping for school supplies. The boys ran to the car weighted down with last year’s lunch boxes filled with their treasured Star Wars and Spiderman figurines. It’s an important week. Back to school, so many lessons to learn.

Not one more important than the one she just taught them.

4"X4" Oil on hardboard. Copyright Linda McCoy 2010 lindamccoyart@live.com  Collected

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Plum, Peach, Pear

A small study for a larger still life. The pears are from our tree, but they are still really hard.
6"X6" oil on gallery wrapped canvas.
lindamccoyart@live.com   copyright 2010 Linda McCoy

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Haulin' Glass, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

His eyes were as blue as the cobalt marbles he was playing with. He liked the way the marbles clicked as they bumped into each other on the pebbly, cracked sidewalk. He carefully piled them into the toy truck his grandfather had repainted for him. Once red, now covered with hospital green, the red peeked through every ding and dent, refusing to be ignored. He looked up and saw his mother’s gingham apron through the screen door. “Put your toys away and come in for lunch.” He put the truck and the marbles in the old wood box along with his Hire’s Root beer bottle caps and some real caps left over from the 4th of July; which he was convinced no one would ever find.

He ate little lunch, for the Chicago summer heat was almost unbearable. He let the screened, wood door slam as he ran back down the porch steps to play. He continued to load the truck with marbles, beads of sweat appearing on his nose, even though the summer “crew cut” was supposed to keep him cool.

He looked up to see his sisters playing tug-o-war with their pet mutt “Blackie.” This went on for a few moments but he looked up again when he heard the dog growl. Something wasn’t right. The dog had foam coming his mouth and was swinging it's head back and forth angrily. He heard the screen door slam again as his father came on to the back porch. “All three of you get in the house now!” He was too young to know what distemper looked or sounded like but his father knew.

The shots rang out in the silence of that summer day; loud, piercing. The dog did not stop running. Up and down the stairs, growling, foaming. More shots, until finally the dog lay still. What had just happened? The gray paint of the porch now stained with blood. His mother and sisters crying in the bedroom, his mother’s head leaning against the top bunk bed. Bewilderment clouded his young eyes. He witnessed his father’s sadness at having to shoot the dog, mixed with relief that none of his children or the neighbor’s children were hurt by it.

The next day the morning glories that filled the wood and wire fence were spectacular. The smell of the back yard after the brief summer rain was comforting and familiar. He took the marbles out of the old wood box and put them again into the back of the toy truck. Click, click, click.

10" X 20" oil on gallery wrapped canvas.
The toy truck was made by Metal Masters, 1938 Diecast. Painting and story copyright Linda McCoy 2010
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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Rigby, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

9"X12" Oil on canvas. Whew! it was a long ride to New York!    Private Collection

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

August Twilight, Watercolor by Linda McCoy


I will be at a "meet the artist" event Thursday night from 4:00pm to 8:00pm at Artonsymmes Gallery.
You're invited!
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Watercolor 24"X30" available through Artonsymmes Gallery

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Engine 92, Chicago Fire Department, Watercolor by Linda McCoy

I grew up with firehouse lingo…still and box alarm, 211’s, 5-11 and 4 specials. The rig. Inspection days. 24 on 48 off. Smoke eaters. On rare occasions my sister and brother and I visited the firehouse; a big building with echo’s of fireman’s conversation’s bouncing off the walls. The firemen had worn out and throw-away recliners; green leathery things with holes in the upholstery to offer comfort in between calls or “runs.”

Firehouse coffee was as strong as espresso, I don’t think they cleaned the old coffee maker, just added more coffee. Hot mud 24/7. When the alarm went off (was this preceded by a ticker?) the bell was deafening. Yes, if they were upstairs in the bunk room they slid down the pole, one after another. Grabbing up gear and jumping into those big boots that had loops on top to pull them up they headed for the “rig.” Out the door with sirens and horns blaring, we watched as they left, not really understanding the danger they faced.

Sometimes we would hear of big fires on the television news, and would ask my mother “is dad at that fire?” The answer depended on where the fire was but my mother always reassured us that all would be well. She must have been beside herself with worry when she knew he was out of the “barn” but we never knew.

Back at the firehouse, (Truck 51 on Chicago’s south side) Muggs the huge German Shepherd dog prevented would- be intruders from taking the fireman’s dinner until they returned. No one messed with Muggs. I think they buried him near the firehouse with his own little headstone. One of the firemen wrote a little book about that firehouse and Muggs. My father drove the battalion chief for years at that very busy house.

At the end of his career at the CFD, he was stationed at Engine 92 on the south side. The hat is from that time period. The one from Truck 51 is battered and burned and probably still smells like smoke, as is the one from Engine 84 also on Chicago's south side, his first duty station.

This painting is inspired by a picture of my grandson that my dad took during our recent visit to Chicago to see my parents. He was delighted to be wearing this authentic hat, and I think my dad had a few stories for him.

Loud sirens, big red engines, hook and ladders that seemed to reach the sky, going into smoke filled buildings, yes- that’s a big hat to fill.


Watercolor 12"X16"

Bells of Ireland and Dephiniums

I started this painting awhile ago, see post of June 13th. I added a few more details, but somehow it seems the less I do the better.  The Chinese inks add texture, I just defined a few petals to identify the Delphinium's and Bells of Ireland. I took a week long watercolor workshop several years ago with artist Ted Minchin. He was a fabulous teacher, and I've tried to apply the things he taught. His watercolors had an abstract quality, yet you knew what the subject of the painting was. I was fiddling with some detail on a painting and he said to me "Linda, everything doesn't have to make sense." 
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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Strawberry Swing Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

I read a comment made by a collector that artist's shouldn't just put painting on their blogs without commenting on how the painting came about. So, here goes. I logged on to a great website http://www.faboverfifty.com/ started by a business acquaintance of mine. On her blog their are a variety of links, so I clicked on http://www.thelisaportercollection.blogspot.com/  On her blog was a post about a china basket that she liked from http://www.my-sparrow.com/  I ordered the basket, it was here within a week. I loved it, so while my daughter Bree was at the grocery, I asked her pick up some strawberries. She brought back huge bright red dipping strawberries. They were so perfect even the seeds were in neat little rows.  I set it up on a shelf in partial sunlight. Well, there you have it. How long did it take to paint? A week of applying many glazes of color; reds are a pain to paint because they are so transparent. Getting the shadow side of the basket gray enough took more than a little courage. Were the strawberries good? Unbelievably sweet.
Oh, come on Linda, why did you name it Strawberry Swing? In homage to a song of the same title by Coldplay.
8"X8" Oil on hardboard lindamccoyart@live.com  Sold

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Elizabeth, Pastel Portrait by Linda McCoy

Elizabeth is a lovely young lady full of personality and energy. She was a delightful little model. Her mom was painted in the same dress when she was Elizabeth's age. The two portraits will hang together one day.
Pastel 18"X22" Pastel on paper. Collected

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Sugarbowl and Squash Blossoms Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

Today was a really nice day. We met up with David and Rachel and did a little shopping at Findlay Market. A little early on Sunday so not all of the vendors were set up, but no crowds either. Several stands had squash blossoms which were pretty.  After shopping a little breakfast then on to Anthropology where I found this little sugar bowl. I previously prepared this board for another painting, but I was anxious to paint my finds of the day. A quick and fun little painting. The sugar bowl looks a little crooked. Maybe something you'd find at the Mad Hatters tea party. Oh well, maybe I'll fix it later. Then again, maybe not.
6"X6" oil on hardboard
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Findlay Market lll, Cincinnati Ohio, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

This is my third painting of Findlay Market here in Cincinnati. The colors have not been enhanced, this is how it really looks. All the buildings are different colors with bright awnings. This is a great place to visit if you are ever here. It has a great European market feel to it, lots of produce grown by local Ohio farmers.
6"X6" Oil on hardboard
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Monday, July 12, 2010

World War One Sewing Kit, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy


My grandfather drove an ammunition truck in the first world war. He was in the 1st Division and was stationed Belgium and Germany. He was in the Army from 1917-1921. His honorable discharge papers say he was of “superior integrity.” I remember him as kind, gentle and soft spoken.  We lived in a two flat and my grandparents lived upstairs, so they were very much a part of our young lives. He died when I was eleven, and I remember the great sadness I felt.

On a recent trip back to Chicago to see my parents, my father gave me this little army sewing kit that belonged to him. It is battered from the war and missing it’s thimble. I wonder about the thimble. The simple answer is that my grandmother needed one and just used the one from the kit. Maybe it was lost in a foxhole while trying to mend his uniform or sew on a button. Maybe it was lent to another soldier. Maybe, it still lies in a field somewhere, buried for someone else to find. We are all grateful he made it home, so many did not.
Thanks for passing this on to me Dad, I'll take good care of it.
6"X6" Oil on hardboard.
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Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Little Dog oil painting by Linda McCoy


So cute, but so very naughty while I was painting him. 4"x4" Oil on hardboard

Wednesday, July 07, 2010


Peony, watercolor. Back lit. 10"X10" Sennelier Paper

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

Geranium Shot, Oil painting by Linda McCoy

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Just a little 6"X6" to get back into the swing of things. I rejoined the Daily Painters Gallery, and I'm glad to be back with such a talented group of artists. Oil on Hardboard

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Little Engineer, Oil Painting by Linda McCoy

When my son was small he loved this little train engineer. It was part of a set of little people, but he really had no use for the others. He took the little engineer everywhere, they were inseparable. He really doesn't remember it much now, tossed aside as he grew older, it's magic lost to noisy play trucks and cars. I remember though, sweet baby days, more miracle than magic.
4"X4" Oil on Hardboard Sold

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Artist Gift


My brother and sister-in-law took a trip to China, they kindly brought back paints and Chinese brushes for me to try. Here I used them in a watercolor sketch of flowers purchased at the Farmers Market in Lebanon, Ohio. Delphiniums and Bells of Ireland, and a few other's I couldn't identify. I need to thank them again for this thoughtful gift.
I'm listening to Mark Knopfler's "Get Lucky." CD.


Sunday, May 30, 2010

Findlay Market, Cincinnati Ohio




I'm reposting this painting, as it get's a lot of hits on my blog. It is currently hanging in the Fairfield Community Center in Fairfield Ohio.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Gift Box 2 Oil Painting by Linda McCoy


Some gifts just keep on giving. This little box was a gift from David and Rachel. I think it was from Smith & Hawken. It had seed tape inside, which we planted in a container on the deck. They have bloomed twice now. Whenever I pass by the table where this little box happily sits I think "I should paint that." So, on a very snowy, cloudy Saturday, here it is.