Olives are one of the many ways adults know they are loved. Grapes too. But I’ve been thinking about olives. Olives to eat. Olives in Dirty Martini’s. And how if you say “olive hue” it sounds a lot like “I love you”.
Olives have to be picked from the olive trees carefully – then preserved and processed – lots of work is done just so we can enjoy them. In all of their salty, brine-y, yummy glory. There. I feel loved. Don’t you?
Anyway here’s artwork I did recently while these thoughts ran around my brain (brine?) jar:
In Search Of The Holy Grail – by Clancy – 7 x 5 inches – acrylic and gouache on board
Allegedly you can grow olives here in the Pacific Northwest. There is at least one local bar that serves drinks with “Local Oregon Olives”. (Note to self: Explore this more.)
Speaking of drinks – one of my favorites is the “Dirty Martini”. With extra olives of course. Here’s a drawing I did of my currently favored recipe:
Sketchbook page from “Time Tavern” – you can see the full book here: https://www.sketchbookproject.com/library/20467
Happy weekend!
