Monday, August 25, 2008


As a child growing up in the Midwest, the droning buzz of the cicada brought anticipation of summers to be and memories of summers past to mind. So this composition came together as tribute to those hot and humid summers, catching tadpoles in the creek, swimming in the lake, riding in the car with the window down for air conditioning, dreaming on the lawn in the evening and the flight of the fireflies at night. I used Golden Liquid acrylics, mixed with their new line, Open Acrylics (they stay wet much longer, allowing more painterly affects). The design was free-handed based on a textbook photo of a cicada and memories from my childhood. Enjoy.

Art and image copyrighted 2008 by Jan Harris


Tracie Lyn Huskamp said...

AHHHhhhh.. the sweet sounds of the cicada. The rise and fall of pitch. Singing their serenade in the late afternoon of late summer days. I listen to them everyday, now.

LOVE IT! Simply Love It!

Z'anne said...

Jan, what a lovely piece for a summers day in August. Makes me wish I was 10 again and playing at my grandparents cabin in the woods.

[Charlene] said...

I grew up in Ohio and live in the Arizona desert. Thanks for reminding me of the sounds of August. This piece is really lovely.

Barbara said...

Oh this is lovely! I'm also from the Midwest (Illinois) so your paintings and comments brought it all back!