tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343348582024-03-07T03:15:57.014-05:00Paintings for a LifetimeFine art paintings by Rebecca FinchRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12298674013505998728noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-61031751789589803672009-04-04T10:57:00.000-04:002009-04-04T10:58:07.920-04:00Rebecca's New Website<a href="http://rebeccafinch.com/"><img alt="Blog Title" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/rebeccafinch/blog-title-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12298674013505998728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-27959719651551261732008-10-28T17:09:00.003-04:002008-10-28T17:21:41.833-04:00Concord Obsession<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6EbcHTQut1XvnJA8hKuRKxcyEbxdUAIhP-CMZ_fomlAG-cxv-Wsl_yn60Wfer9wSanYPe8mYWNflupgekODVFj9lIkw0y6kPUB2W0hraSS2EBQHCwUvynlZDMnqZNWDlcQ_cqQ/s1600-h/concord+obsession.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6EbcHTQut1XvnJA8hKuRKxcyEbxdUAIhP-CMZ_fomlAG-cxv-Wsl_yn60Wfer9wSanYPe8mYWNflupgekODVFj9lIkw0y6kPUB2W0hraSS2EBQHCwUvynlZDMnqZNWDlcQ_cqQ/s400/concord+obsession.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317961940220338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Concord Obsession<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">8x10 oil on linen</span><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12298674013505998728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-83712097878140372482008-10-23T15:17:00.001-04:002008-10-23T15:23:23.748-04:00Concord Niagara Obsession<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms_OvbPmNSHHMyRhXAwSfIp59j43rZjkYJO2KX0yjst5MtaggUzTWVKJLIzOM2Tp3f3Y0z0M352cqVb1MMAIaceiWTydu73Yfe3wDl5mx_bT4J555EL8TWtNh0N3pdIb4DrMb6Q/s400/Concord-Niagra-Obsession.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260431814189042546" border="0" /><br /><br />Concord Niagara Obsession<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">11x14 oil on linen</span><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12298674013505998728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-44272869149875073012008-10-09T14:05:00.002-04:002008-10-09T14:09:05.932-04:00Red Pepper Society<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil2oihKDISrszrqdcAd9T8adiUzfDK9MYh1xKgPCgkgGgopJ8D_0a4VbjHSf82ZT2_1mihiroK1IFqZSXIJei9UP5gQn5olE_9Z-EvEM73MVbUmr3sUpHjKOaFY9sADTM8wR5YnA/s400/red-pepper-society.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255217261668126898" border="0" /><br /><br />Red Pepper Society<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">8x10 oil on linen<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The colors in this little sketch made me think of the famous <a href="http://www.redhatsociety.com/">Red Hat Society</a>. I just couldn't help myself. Enjoy.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><br /><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12298674013505998728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-87936179514017502432008-08-14T16:57:00.002-04:002008-08-14T17:01:02.676-04:00First Crop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2008/08/ripening-tomatoes.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Mj5TPBX66jQYulns0qGajMmBtu4stfCbHO7m7RnYLWEk43VUE10BDjgsOK0YJiZQICHVBYBoS_l7iRG59Ct6Ct2S6oYmEzl4ONzJQbKZOE2ESg3MAbhckNE19goD5MxY-GKFpQ/s400/6-final.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234480816645895442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">First Crop<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">6x6 Graphite, Charcoal, Acrylic on Illustration Board<br /><br /><br /><br />See progression photographs in the <a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2008/08/ripening-tomatoes.html">Artist's Studio</a><br /></span></span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12298674013505998728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-24565110778876747492008-03-08T22:07:00.003-05:002008-12-13T02:37:16.306-05:00Petals and Cream II<div><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFjS6OP4ZDlFMKblc5inDeHJsNZ3uvYNglbS8dDoaOqzTmfvZ7nEmh8Xbe4eSVssS52z-wprTKYP9NADeLhrw9EjqvKlk-MjFNLwjxVG2B24gObCCfzqHY5zZmPJyR6Jw9vO0iQ/s1600-h/Petals-and-Cream-II.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175573236033610562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFjS6OP4ZDlFMKblc5inDeHJsNZ3uvYNglbS8dDoaOqzTmfvZ7nEmh8Xbe4eSVssS52z-wprTKYP9NADeLhrw9EjqvKlk-MjFNLwjxVG2B24gObCCfzqHY5zZmPJyR6Jw9vO0iQ/s400/Petals-and-Cream-II.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Petals and Cream II</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>8x10 oil on linen</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><a href="http://roundhouseartgallery.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176868074184074194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGITLUvqcsJa1u1owlGT48hJPwFJ_ZGzQ236KcBbzXg2M_3MoSY_SDj7PTuGhTj3ZN3Ml0PIkcXlxHMgF-mAg5mj_ERuRb13AzkMaVKf5rGnZFS49_kfW2PhrJpz8r1S6HICr1VA/s320/Currently-Available+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRYMTxw6PKuS-jVCZv84gkSPVZYEkh86FN-wQjwte4PmKzPyuJnZIeVvlButa4bpbq1c4rKOHLCwQ1-1N28_3rEYu4qnbSR0RUuQsqoFGWStbfIRqrA601bZs6NewhwlDJsl2bA/s1600-h/Currently-Available+small.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrF4nv0idI3ufgtavD_fY-H9c65okgseIfHxKt4twPjgPjH3VaufNXRRIFWovf4qEkacg0T5ILok9vkA0TZt1TBjlpDoHyvU8_2vfJHSsY5v8dCt5NwYzWPvGyV2WSAClzt8kwg/s1600-h/Currently-Available.jpg"></a></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-42055679709610977772008-03-04T09:44:00.009-05:002009-03-17T22:01:40.510-04:00Petals and Cream I<div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173897563736454050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0E0vkB8C1NM3UtHRWj8aU7kLzzCjk6xUB9Mbo2UFFbiXDDLPWl4THpBBqBlPPxHg4up6kJ3ukhe3FD-VvCTCaGUVkWegBz2ehhpCQ8trCKJfIIk0RGPwwjOD2q3h3Xqkfy5M5A/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /> <em>Petals and Cream I</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>11x14 oil on linen</em></span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Watch a progression video in the <a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2008/03/petals-and-cream_04.html"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Artist's Studio</span></a></em></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://roundhouseartgallery.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176868529450607586" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFckPltfo1Hlnf0dHw632zN_Iw8y2A-uKiaD11tQScil7L_li0a7HCVYP99NtINbXHejX6mGMn2oEG5iGzd1fLnvqkbYsZ4zF_o2TEK6Sg28ofLzVQcElahhUiCBPzCaSquTWSg/s320/Currently-Available+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-36623690954601608602008-02-21T09:53:00.007-05:002008-12-13T02:37:17.108-05:00Thinking on Her<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446744104971218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv6RbdoM3lrKQ76STRwt7gQvSCTfZ2h61IyHMaAJLjcgpAS3zJtG6Up7vwDEL66JlKqrX7YLUx12nWSCz0MLtxqoDLOnEEbWyFXhkefy8Hr_Np7DcDxCwWEMMO9hABhD3Y2Fs-Q/s400/Cobalt-Pitcher-final.jpg" border="0" /><em> Thinking on Her</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">8x10 oil on linen</span></em></div><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br />View the painting in progression in the <a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking-of-her.html"><span style="color:#330000;">"Artist's Studio"</span></a></span></em></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-43518747430559016242008-02-14T11:20:00.007-05:002008-12-13T02:37:17.297-05:00Apples of Monument<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166872095894612882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-djLeCCNYsYAVUC14B1yhnjSEMmW_jk2yMnI7q1il-CEHm6ChE8dA7Y1DPerMInBWNQs4Ikver2tCNk9-teSsOCoMXT4lfBwH05b4y8OmkJ6nhYtw2rWASXg6bCapMoROAt7eg/s400/apples.jpg" border="0" /><em>Apples of Monument</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">8x10 oil on linen </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>SOLD</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center">This painting is the first to be completed in my <a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-start.html"><span style="color:#330000;">new studio</span></a> at our new home. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-85734307955873750292007-11-13T14:02:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:17.489-05:00Havana Glen Study<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132402623905001170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTp7ftve6UIpQkEr8-YgC1htytno3rlOYjWGa8V1v_VmHKONFY7fF1uyPTkjVe1m2lsMPfvtuUuF1Gqa2-7paijZxJcAVZOrMNC3Vflvb5kAPAhe3SAyuGxfgBtG2H72TfI9lQbA/s400/falls-painting.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Havana Glenn Study</div><div align="center">8x10 oil on linen<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Several weeks ago I visited one of the many breathtaking falls that surround us in the Finger Lakes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">region</span>. What a gem this glen is. It's only about a 2 minute walk, but what an experience with a refreshing cool breeze and the deafening roar of the fall. I look forward to spring and summer as my studio becomes the great outdoors once again.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><a href="http://rebeccafinch-photography.blogspot.com/2007/10/havana-glen.html"><strong>Enjoy photography from Havana Glen</strong></a></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><br /></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-47950069153028547382007-10-09T17:16:00.001-04:002008-12-13T02:37:18.584-05:00New Life Island Auction<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />Saturday's Silent Auction brought in $2,000 for the camp.<br />Thank you to all who contributed by way of monetary funds, prayers, and encouragement.<br /><br />Prints will be available in December.<br /><br />Read the <strong>story behind the paintings</strong>, enjoy the detailed progress of each day, and progression photographs of each painting on Rebecca Finch's <a href="http://rebeccafinch-nli.blogspot.com/2006_09_18_archive.html"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">New Life Island Blog</span></strong></a><span style="color:#cc6600;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119453038054327378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidr3DMpNlIuHwS32KvLHsUP7DMQ3FDq4yGZQ2LGkEC6l66M346vk4ifzSKCXmScPggtqDblU1-FMlVpQeUdrBfFmhQizdCNagO9kAn6etWWX1Y3pzK3VF78zoNSn1Jnuy_qJFazg/s400/bell-3.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><strong><em>Resounding Memories</em></strong></div><div align="center"><em>8 x 10 oil on linen</em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Sold</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Distinctive noises resonate around the island creating a host of unique sounds that culminate into one mood characteristic of New Life Island. A calm breeze, rusting of trees, the mesmerizing chirp of birds, pounding thumps during carpetball, laughter, and canoes resting in the water, all echo throughout the island creating the backdrop to an influential memory.Perhaps the most distinct reverb is created by the camp bell that stands in front of the dining hall. This train bell’s once bronze finish has since tarnished to an iconic teal that is known so well by the campers. Its many uses range from the call for meals to the ending signal of a late night game.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119452449643807778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FFOvdUqI-FlqaT8iaRGqs0_tiazLzy6RDTeqbmEEsHjQky2w_kNoXkqJ0M8dvN5EBf3qeZ2o9HBMT6eV39bALcRu2qh98qaNAb0dHEmTscFQqQk5bQHCwudGPCaJGId8YOSnNQ/s400/the-Entrance.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>Opening Glimpse</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em>11 x 14 oil on linen</em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Sold</span></strong></em></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Memories from last year’s camp week still linger in the minds and hearts of campers as they make their way past the scenic meandering roads to the island in anticipation of another life changing week. After crossing the causeway, the road winds and finally reveals a look at the camp after a year has passed. As if reuniting with an old friend, a flood of memories and excitement return. At first sight, North 3 can be seen, now called Elk. Past the fence and north cabins, wait another week of unforgettable moments, deep friendships, and direction from God.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119452569902892082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnletG3PmU0HeenYinTtkF-oeIERyLmvWRvBUW6XU2XXR5BsDcinneD_nmqrqxhFMwWCFCY8ys-SzF51dwNL6I8ULLJ62lbIXBupsxH38MDXa0-kRvz-nj5yoYlZ01R82kT8kmGw/s400/Dining-Hall.jpg" border="0" /><em> <strong>The Center of Life</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em>16 x 20 oil on linen</em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Permanent New Life Island Collection </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left">The most outstanding building on the Island is the newly remodeled dining hall, the central hub around which everything revolves. Inside these doors, meals are prepared and served, spiritually refreshing retreats are conducted, the moose is kissed, and many strange demands are made and carried out as payment for precious mail from home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119452724521714754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAAWdfrPwHqsjG7Pl1hmLu5TXb9-h2CwmYnzsYWeNWz8IafMCjVUgoZVOov5kVVvWlsZlbjIwexJRUsZhmP1CCzhvQMsHg9S4GgVxrU1AQ8HAAfk8ek61vI-GcVPTkoz14ZGZ2w/s400/glorious-morning.jpg" border="0" /><em><strong>Life Change</strong> </em></div><div align="center"><em>11 x 14 oil on linen</em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Sold</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /></div><div align="left">This particular cabin known as South 3 has housed many years worth of changed lives. Excited youth, brokenhearted teens, tenderhearted God followers, kids from broken homes and impossible situations have all slept under its roof. Here, decisions were made to turn away from sin, defy peer pressure, lean on the Lord for strength, follow Him into ministry, and to become camp counselors themselves. Soon, a new cabin will be built in South 3’s place.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119453128248640610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP9H7WxBbgfQMzjxupairHdIEEBji9MWgiEcYy4Qgt6D4Yu_u153cls46rp-koCdb0s3roaBvEoKlc33JyIubsj3rg0oz0vYROrL_d6BiU2kaB7fBQhpiWBHePwqr788vdkguwqw/s400/bridge-6.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><strong>Bridge of Remembrance</strong> </em></p><p align="center"><em>11 x 14 oil on linen </em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Sold</span></strong></em></p><div align="center"><em><br /></div></em><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Judi Jobson loved camp. She especially loved the time she spent at New Life Island. This bridge, which was built as a testament to this young camper, now stands as an ever-present reminder of the uncertainty of life and of the Savior who spans the gap between sinful man and a Holy God. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119453248507724914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aRj_SBA4PZxYx_dZ4l7jUK_vl8NwWYyh0Xz3LSzwWJa9hpN9DTlXLgZu2zUUvw2fSUpDHPtINy-OTrvKhhtSygH3VpAxKPKXQRWiYHFTK-KEXEcjRxpoGFxAdlTRXcsSsJcV_w/s400/canoes-6.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><strong>Never Alone</strong><br />11 x 14 oil on linen<br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Sold</span></strong></em></p><p>From day one until the week comes to a close, the counselors are committed to forming relationships with their campers that will be unique in their rapidity and personal in their proximity. As friendships take time, many of the tools that are used focus on creating an opportunity for enjoyment and a chance for campers and counselors to converse on a personal level. To be sure, not all canoe trips are of a serious nature as an occasional canoe tipping, or passage through the rapids bring fun and excitement to time on the river.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-39091372989260246482007-09-11T15:54:00.000-04:002008-12-13T02:37:18.731-05:00Elisa's Yellowware Collection<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2007/09/yellowware-collection.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109037615212358802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAyVIqtts2acm7EK_8eiY4cIl78LIH_j1WOhqDKs_UbMYOMebH07VgN66c3oCac4zmCu3eW4LV5KyzVQulj7O-czo5cpnRiKPNuDyNg8fKRpY0VueRCRjfTFGxjqSmSuOFK_-uQ/s400/completed-yellowware.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Elisa's Yellowware Collection</div><div align="center">16x36 oil on linen</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">SOLD</span></strong><br /></div></span><p align="center"><br /><br /><strong>Against every practicality, I took on the challenge of painting in only two days the largest still life I have ever attempted. </strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2007/09/yellowware-collection.html"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Read more on this painting in the Artist's Studio.</strong></span></a><strong><br /><br /><br /></p></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-33118354259027680722007-08-14T18:20:00.002-04:002008-12-13T02:37:18.998-05:00Memories of Sanibel<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098688793335312930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUF_GrnC7vuQFRihhSkniudkbmvgIbzUvGfuG76i2Q7-exu499mQH4WbJ-6JcjikPhnQReXcXVqh5g3bu9U0V5G0JDE5mtrXzMpMicgdm7i_nvVwb36oUhYclgJrI5P2FkEvrs1w/s400/Sanibel-Memories-I-Sold.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /></div><div align="center">Memories of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sanibel</span> I</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><em>8x10 oil on linen</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"><strong>SOLD</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098685662304154098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdg0Oyp3ihB8cALqFBQKMzPWGEzerpX0oIZlMTrpyf5hyx91e4f9xdRK-HA-jGuuUeHbgEGQIhT90Cm-uoHFCgMLQiAsIhWkVX-_deH0UJ2-nFhK3AFBNhTU1QBMJddJdMRFqhvw/s400/Memories-of-Sanibel-II.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">Memories of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sanibel</span> II</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><em>8x10 oil on linen</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"><strong>SOLD</strong></span><br /></div><p><em></em></p><br /><div><br /></div><p><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span></strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ince</span> I was little, our family took vacations on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sanibel</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Captiva</span> islands located on the Gulf coast of Florida. In time we learned much about shells and how the animals made them. This cannot have happened by chance, survival of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fittest</span>, or by a random explosion. The manufacturing of shells and the animals that are protected by them is an intricate design of purpose and order. Science and beauty in one object can only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">exist</span> at the Hands of intent and meaning. </em></p><p><em>These paintings were given to my parents this year with the memory of all those vacations intertwined. Each shell brings back a certain image to my mind. I look forward to going again one day with my husband so that he can see and experience the islands.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVScWF2P8Jr_7_UxlHfxQ0CmrnI4A0hqiBOD8L8rP9OvIjt1DCRSL02hLR4JSh_Untx_pjsf3Cmne8XHBme0vqBT4woo1Vh1dRUXx3gRLn8wYA9Cdu3Zxjp-43EWfKd0hsYkaGFw/s1600-h/Memories-of-Sanibel-I.jpg"></a><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-4129437824798604762007-07-22T00:24:00.002-04:002008-12-13T02:37:19.474-05:00Rosyline<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089872531146682834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NQdWWxCJK-fFfciYcVYQhLw0DzFQVQBkE1H3f_WgaGA19uPYq7EVPvBzafDsIm2LD830Xr7AY2qo5QA4aT4-lzVJ9wq1sO12XqJ3h8ERvlYPEK2rx02PV1XK_fLc-qh0Q_WfVQ/s400/Rosyline+I+lowres+.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089872659995701730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1H5FD5DOygXXVHtW0lgmljNDZKUdInoxUzxElfPA8u9oD2arC6sPLDegMvzPWXF18iVJ-0iOBQ9C9ueaOHwpKTaSa8OoShf_FabMmtg5ycfnhLybxVyk1AwbKLw36KOZ3mQqHw/s400/Rosyline+II+lowres+.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em>Rosyline I and II</em> </div><div align="center">8x10</div><div align="center">sold</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-48873598992675559602007-03-13T17:48:00.001-04:002008-12-13T02:37:19.631-05:00Savory Cloves<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041531643867875842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eW1wxQexjS_ptXHYNZLLJdmcIyD8ZFb7kylC_A7JIKZbaZLHZvvlH9XufyVu2IhDZnEvq6qWFISrWejnoJUWFpBR4p_j6z0BX30qZ11wJ5JKvBDpxsCuAtCDhFvrbJNQiR6ViQ/s400/Garlic-Cloves.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3vYu6fPxmKO21e35mkIc4hOGTdSdHoT5GSzGBlE74j0r7Isprdf6jirUItywWeMYzviKIeuooyDRmReMatm8gczXZG2M8UpJ1PGOSfNZmICRE-za4ev08XWoWVKYYINAyVbiQA/s1600-h/Garlic-Cloves.jpg"></a><strong>Savory Cloves</strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>8x8 oil on linen</em></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;">SOLD</span><br /></strong></span><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Something so small enhances an entire meal, and proves once again that mass is irrelevant in most areas of life. There is indeed value in the seemingly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">insignificant</span> garlic clove.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-62235435380095495482007-03-01T09:51:00.002-05:002008-12-13T02:37:19.780-05:00Allegory for Love<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036968970519544786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMstNuDwCmG9RVItZwhky6wdQnKOE7sT8Y5NI9z0oArW41GVW0Dx_vnNyCjL1EjXLqo83FVlUd9hEldodHcTzTm_cI13bKG1WKGd4FC1Cm8uOuRPY0_3BEW5n-lO-JKAOPkDBZJw/s400/Rose-bud.jpg" border="0" /> Allegory for Love</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">8x10 oil on linen</span></em></div><br /><br /><br />Amazing living velvet contrasted by painful thorns, the rose is indeed a complex allegory for love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-20582750527448720472007-02-17T12:30:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:19.902-05:00The Key to My Heart<div align="center"><a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2007/02/key-to-my-heart.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032556782780313298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEIm2psHZWiC_OAm780b2_zzt4DoewV_aM_A4hgo9_usgaFw7sZJhE0eLo-LSFt5SmXlnXhcMj8m4FPkb_Sz1cn4pfunKyuMG9S2JMAQXLxIv3BnyfMca1NusCF2qrgz19K0r3Q/s320/The-Key-to-My-Heart-LR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Key to My Heart<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">5x7 oil on linen</span></em> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This year's Valentine's Day gift to my husband. </div><div align="center"><em>See the setup in <a href="http://rebeccafinch-studio.blogspot.com/2007/02/key-to-my-heart.html"><span style="color:#996633;">the studio.</span></a></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-72634027215881027102007-02-13T12:07:00.002-05:002008-12-13T02:37:20.168-05:00Be Mine<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031072669716082322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDpQRN58hGkMDLcs7VYLBNhtG3SCZ3jrh3CPv6S-FMLXykYgoe_oq5pZJw-l8IdEWO_6qIeDSVTpoyoXYTLrPiTN6t2H9jPOrf2YRoEsImNVu7JA2renpHvOVSElzXPVrWK61eQ/s400/valentine-memories-3straight.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">Be Mine<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">18x28 oil on linen</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="left">This rose, the largest I've ever seen, was given to me by my husband last Valentine's Day. Carefully hung upside down to dry, it offered a most interesting subject matter for a painting, and I couldn't resist. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.boundlessgallery.com/artist/7686.html"><em></em></a></span> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-80557166556188088492007-01-26T22:48:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:20.326-05:00Raspbeary<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023438955771317154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1RvgusuZrPqAgwN0CurOC3jvbYDBPNIamrXncZLu6wvqnSDmhkvIhuSi1ZfHuf73n5KN5cTGxihi8KFvDlRs7NczRIe1MxEhao4BQrohTLuDkZQGvNpul2goByLrxPJaOrYSIA/s400/Raspbeary.jpg" border="0" /> Raspbeary</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">9x11 </span><em><span style="font-size:85%;">oil on linen</span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;">SOLD</span></strong></div><p><em></em></p><p></p><p><em></em></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.boundlessgallery.com/artist/7686.html"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></a></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-65492402080040037112007-01-23T22:27:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:20.389-05:00Red Chili Peppers<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023435605696826258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pjX4eULpUrCgwTpUVR7HJ9Z8v9z4nKYuHPfIJ5mLPIgnuHSMhddCp-ykJ5ZcLbIhyphenhyphenRmGsnzdpa6i_MLayEk0EmOLYZinmejF2XsO2xMR8tfX9lEQQTCX2EZqR9GPhtrEM4uJ6Q/s400/Red-Chillie-Peppers.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em>"Red Chili Peppers"</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">9x12 oil on linen</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"><strong>SOLD</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Never were Red Chili Peppers so out of character as they are here in this calm and simple state of contained wild flavor.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.yessy.com/rebeccafinch/gallery.html?i=31680"><em></em></a></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-49673205073402505002007-01-09T16:25:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:20.681-05:00Study of White<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018148552587880018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwagggpiQENAAwd_S6P_Cji_gOrzvKUfoHXLEqbvI1FDK43q-hP3k_Yfv0T_7443AyFNloVqluFMxUjLJjkV7NPeFoNI8bHIuaPcKg82i9YCMQfDzpcAuRMykh2EqANe0er-7JZw/s400/Sand+Dollar+and+star+fish+study.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAUQrh8PNtSNoM47c6-bPER0w8JzlkJcCxeO1YhiHGA0ZS4MtyBinp9vIyqoWlTPOt6RSxSmBzyoyMLLDAFlceVxVwBVRC8KHzPkVS-VyjKFkCpdVsWaJupwW7kAsGqnKqoV5bw/s1600-h/Sand+Dollar+and+star+fish+study.JPG"></a>Study of White</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"><em>8x10 oil on linen</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="left">The variation of color is overwhelming even when one paints two seemingly simple white objects. Reflected light from the table give warm hues, cast shadows give off a cool shade, and the sunlight hitting certain plains causes a near blinding glow softening the edges. Here, is a rather quick study of this deceivingly complex still life. </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.boundlessgallery.com/artist/7686.html"><em></em></a></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-22321930089675993912006-12-30T20:45:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:20.810-05:00Mom's Home Cooking<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014501446540744994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1cia84tIlsCRI8JCYEKJZWc5_UbIAe848dHjNUFL1nIfu1qslhpALsiUoWcoYzdUq_dE3iB-iYsTGn_0jufjdzTRyDIOcCImqZDwmF2_n8QNSFldQuBBBBPctRn3IIRBh6tvqw/s400/Mom's+Home+Cooking+low+res.jpg" border="0" /><br />"Mom's Home Cooking"</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">16x20 <em>o</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">il</span> on linen</em></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Few things create an atmosphere of warmth in a home like favorite food prepared by a loved one. From Grandma's cookbook to recent wedding gifts, this piece holds special memories of spending time in the kitchen with Grandma and hopes of future get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">togethers</span> and special celebrations.</span> </span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-52809202821201163262006-11-21T08:50:00.001-05:002008-12-13T02:37:21.157-05:00Christmas Past<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010989365883459842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10sY-JYqUIRi9mYdcGUO7XUU4D8XrgjONiqFtaFYAnb1QqYYvTUeq4ITmjhwEyxtPb-uux88QmeTW8upIP-7ujrkZRd0Pj0gx1Kv8IIti7S66gKbstBkaaDv8feyg337YJcyftw/s400/Sentimental-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /> "Christmas Nostalgia"</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">12x16 oil on linen<br /></span></em></div><p><br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039545200421360674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmcRnQ6AYZxF5xeaICDG72dql7vdsdUEeJWmxw7FdRM1ufAXvsJTX6S4DZNvwGP8adReQRea7uORymEfOpPw0kXFwRsPnkCM9PsWNP-BdG3oQUTrfrc9J67t_9GT3jFWKoLzHEQ/s400/Christmas+Past+2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">"Christmas Past I"<br /></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">8x10 oil on linen</span></em></div><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2186/4191/400/256/Christmas%20Past.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"Christmas Past II"</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"><em>8x10 oil on linen</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em>A flood of memories come back when looking at old glass Christmas ornaments. Thoughts of loved ones who'd left us long ago. They are the images that keep us warm during the bitter cold of Christmas present.</em></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#333399;"><a href="http://www.boundlessgallery.com/artist/7686.html"><em></em></a></span></span> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-418381339680821282006-11-17T13:44:00.001-05:002008-03-12T11:00:19.962-04:00Modest Beauty<div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2186/4191/400/Iris-high-res.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"><em>"Modest Beauty"</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;">11x18 oil on linen</span></em></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With three sheer delicate petals bending outward and three raised up covering its innermost parts, the iris seems to be a modest beauty. One of my dear friends brought a bouquet of irises from her garden to encourage me during a difficult time. This was the last of all the lovely irises that bloomed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /></span><a href="http://www.boundlessgallery.com/artist/7686,66631.html"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334858.post-26995770446975285162006-10-22T19:06:00.000-04:002007-02-07T09:19:04.205-05:00Quiet Ascent<div align="center"><a href="http://rebeccafinch-events.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-21.html"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2186/4191/400/finished%20painting.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> "Quiet Ascent"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">11x14 oil on linen</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"><strong>SOLD</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;">When the boys at the academy graduate, they line up at these steps before walking up to enter the graduation ceremony. This is consequently the last glimpse of the campus they take in before graduating. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Quiet Ascent</em> was completed at the 2006 annual </span><a href="http://www.rebeccafinch-events.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#663300;">Princeton Academy Paintout</span></a><span style="color:#663300;">, and was purchased by the Princeton Academy for their private collection during the silent auction held at the end of the paintout. </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1