FINE ART GIFTS
My Mother's art is a gift that I am so happy to share. In the years since her death, I have received many requests to purchase prints, and messages of praise for her beautiful paintings. Each artwork may be purchased as a canvas, fine art print, or framed print as well as select items to bring fine art into our everyday lives.
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Shirley Pettibone in her studio, 1978
"My paintings are like a written page. The meaning is not apparent in a glance, but reveals itself as the eye wanders over the surface, observing the details of the small and insignificant. I am a realist, but some of the symbolism of my early work still lies beneath the surface. The stroke of the hand is essential in painting. It is the calligraphy of the individual artist; the handwriting that is unique."
Shirley Pettibone, Artist (1936-2011)
Upon earning her MFA from Otis Art Institute in 1962, Shirley began her fine art career. She received an NEA grant in 1976, and became focused on photo realistic oil paintings and watercolors featuring landscapes, and depictions of wildlife. Her paintings have been exhibited in many galleries and are held in the permanent collections of several museums. She painted daily throughout her decades-long career and hoped that her art would convey a life affirming spirit to the viewer.
Claire Pettibone in her salon, 2012
Growing up, my mom was always painting, and through her art, she taught me how to see. She would show me a photograph of a grey, bland ocean and she would say, "Ooh, look at those lavender halos around each drop! Do you see the citrine along the horizon?" I would look at that dull photo and think she was crazy! But then she would paint it, and yes, those drops were shimmering, and her painting somehow looked like the photo, but better....like she could capture the essence of that moment, and all of the ephemeral nuances that our eyes so easily miss. Although I didn't realize it at the time, my mom was giving me a rare gift. And now, when I look at laces, and choose threads for embroidery...imagining how this shade of blush or rose will look paired with the other, how the blossoms and leaves will intertwine and follow along a dress, I see the way my mom did.