Reflected light and color is fascinating to me, I love to render the myriad subtilties of it. So when I chanced across this Whip in grey tweed on her fleabitten grey, on a gleaming Virginia morning, I just knew I had to paint her and her stalwart companions. They nearly seemed to be a mirage, …
These beautiful foxhounds were waiting on the Master of Hounds, astride his chestnut before the hunt. There was an air of suspension. The game was not quite afoot, but all were ready. I couldn’t resist painting these beautifully and similarly colored hounds and horse, they seemed like such a team; which of course they are. …
Post-hunt, these foxhounds descended on an inviting pond to quench their thirst. I thought it was quite a cheerful scene, especially with all those wagging arced tails, like corsairs bobbing across a rippling sea. SOLD
It was a cool, crisp morning in Virginias hunt country, with the clear light streaking across the still foggy pastures. The riders were slowly wending their way to the kennels, pausing on occasion with the mists slowly lifting behind. It was a fine morning with the entire day ahead, what could be better? This …
These beautiful foxhounds were waiting on the Master of Hounds, astride his chestnut before the hunt. There was an air of suspension. The game was not quite afoot, but all were ready. I couldn’t resist painting these beautifully and similarly colored hounds and horse, they seemed like such a team; which of course they are. …
Post-hunt, these foxhounds descended on an inviting pond to quench their thirst. I thought it was quite a cheerful scene, especially with all those wagging arced tails, like corsairs bobbing across a rippling sea. Interested in this painting? Email the artist at joannemehl@comcast.net for more information
After the hunt, this Master of Hounds and his pack moved seamlessly through the brightly lit grass, shimmering in their even, languid gait. The noon day sun pierced the dark tree line behind them, with a twinkling light that reminded me of stars strewn in the night sky. The rider, horse and hounds formed their …
A lovely grey thoroughbred led by his groom enters the paddock at Keeneland racetrack in Lexington, Kentucky. The Fall sunlight is crisp and bright as it reflects off of his coat and the onlookers behind. Soon he will have a jockey up and will be led through the tunnel under the stands to the waiting …
As I write this, we are in the grip of an Oregon Winter. The days are short, with the sun rising at 7 AM and setting at 4 PM. The long days of Summer are a distant memory, and yet, as I study this painting I remember the buzz of insects and the late morning …
Most of us feel that baby animals are cute, but I think baby trees are just as endearing. The way that they put out their leaves so bravely they seem to me like such harbingers of hope for the future. What is a more intoxicating sign of Spring than when a tree blossoms for the …