Behind a curving wall of glass and beneath bright track lighting in an old tobacco warehouse, Beverly McIver paints the vivid, oversize portraits of family and friends that she’s famous for. She rolls a cart of brushes, paints, palettes, and paper towels to paintings of her elderly father in a birthday hat, of her sister Renee, and of herself; in one, inspired by the Edouard Vuillard work Au Lit, McIver is prone in Paris with a sprained ankle. Each face bears dozens of strokes of luscious oil paint in dozens of colors, from teal to white. Recently, McIver is finding that clocks are wandering across her canvases, as are two rag dolls. Why? She’s an artist: No explanation necessary.
Many of McIver’s paintings, like Cardrew III (above), feature her father, Cardrew Davis.
Our State has always been a source of celebration and connection. And we don’t intend to turn away from that now.
Ramona came to Dean Dosher as a kind of daydream, so he built her from memory and vintage parts. Now, when he pilots her along the Lockwood Folly River, the journey is a homecoming and a discovery.
When it comes to helping the environment, these folks are making a difference — on Earth Day and every day.
If you can’t get enough chocolate, a drizzle of royal icing is a simple, easy complement to this dense, rich cake.
