mcheff
@maryclareheff.bsky.social
Artist, writer and life enthusiast. Painting the beauty of this life in oils and watercolor. www.maryclareheffernan.com
The yard knew May arrived today and they threw a party of violets for me!
May 2, 2025 at 3:18 AM
The yard knew May arrived today and they threw a party of violets for me!
Wild With Wonder - The magical tangle of wildflowers is testimony to our reliance on every living creature and the beauty that's created when we wrap our arms around each other, no matter how different we may think we are.
Oil on paper. 22x30 before framing.
Oil on paper. 22x30 before framing.
April 18, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Wild With Wonder - The magical tangle of wildflowers is testimony to our reliance on every living creature and the beauty that's created when we wrap our arms around each other, no matter how different we may think we are.
Oil on paper. 22x30 before framing.
Oil on paper. 22x30 before framing.
Delighted that Winslow Art Center shared my painting of spring pansies below.
(Festival Artwork by the incredibly talented Maryclare Heffernan 👏) We invite you to Spring Fling 2025! Celebrate the vibrant energy of the season with four days of free online art events.
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(Festival Artwork by the incredibly talented Maryclare Heffernan 👏) We invite you to Spring Fling 2025! Celebrate the vibrant energy of the season with four days of free online art events.
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April 4, 2025 at 6:28 PM
Delighted that Winslow Art Center shared my painting of spring pansies below.
(Festival Artwork by the incredibly talented Maryclare Heffernan 👏) We invite you to Spring Fling 2025! Celebrate the vibrant energy of the season with four days of free online art events.
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(Festival Artwork by the incredibly talented Maryclare Heffernan 👏) We invite you to Spring Fling 2025! Celebrate the vibrant energy of the season with four days of free online art events.
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Meditation on a Downy Woodpecker
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April 1, 2025 at 1:39 AM
Meditation on a Downy Woodpecker
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The simplest gifts hold the greatest beauty.
This December a friend asked her son to rescue a little nest from one of bushes he was cutting back in her yard.
The intricate weavings are patched together with bits of birch bark and dried grasses, quite simply a bit of unexplained magic.
As are we.
This December a friend asked her son to rescue a little nest from one of bushes he was cutting back in her yard.
The intricate weavings are patched together with bits of birch bark and dried grasses, quite simply a bit of unexplained magic.
As are we.
February 9, 2025 at 7:00 PM
The simplest gifts hold the greatest beauty.
This December a friend asked her son to rescue a little nest from one of bushes he was cutting back in her yard.
The intricate weavings are patched together with bits of birch bark and dried grasses, quite simply a bit of unexplained magic.
As are we.
This December a friend asked her son to rescue a little nest from one of bushes he was cutting back in her yard.
The intricate weavings are patched together with bits of birch bark and dried grasses, quite simply a bit of unexplained magic.
As are we.
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The holidays arrive despite the fact I haven't turned the page on the kitchen calendar since September.
But tonight a little oil painting of a bird's nest. The nest a gift from a dear friend who retrieved it from his hydrangea tree. And gifted it to me.
And so I gift it to you.
But tonight a little oil painting of a bird's nest. The nest a gift from a dear friend who retrieved it from his hydrangea tree. And gifted it to me.
And so I gift it to you.
November 22, 2024 at 3:47 AM
The holidays arrive despite the fact I haven't turned the page on the kitchen calendar since September.
But tonight a little oil painting of a bird's nest. The nest a gift from a dear friend who retrieved it from his hydrangea tree. And gifted it to me.
And so I gift it to you.
But tonight a little oil painting of a bird's nest. The nest a gift from a dear friend who retrieved it from his hydrangea tree. And gifted it to me.
And so I gift it to you.
I love chickadees. Those tiny but hardy and resilient visitors to my feeders. I have no idea how these little bits of feathers, bones and life survive the long hard NH winters, But they do. And so far I do too. A shared life is never exactly what you think it is.
November 19, 2024 at 1:50 PM
I love chickadees. Those tiny but hardy and resilient visitors to my feeders. I have no idea how these little bits of feathers, bones and life survive the long hard NH winters, But they do. And so far I do too. A shared life is never exactly what you think it is.
The gardens are lovely in their spent beauty. Rose hips, the tangle of seed pods and dried grasses. The birds gathered at the feeders, dropping seed shells onto the grass below. Summer has left us but in her place is this new delicate beauty. For which I am grateful from my heart to my toes.
November 18, 2024 at 2:02 PM
The gardens are lovely in their spent beauty. Rose hips, the tangle of seed pods and dried grasses. The birds gathered at the feeders, dropping seed shells onto the grass below. Summer has left us but in her place is this new delicate beauty. For which I am grateful from my heart to my toes.
And we'll remember we're all made of stardust.
That the future contains all the potential our imagination, compassion and commitment to our grandchildren can conjure.
We're not done yet. Not even close.
That the future contains all the potential our imagination, compassion and commitment to our grandchildren can conjure.
We're not done yet. Not even close.
November 16, 2024 at 3:19 PM
And we'll remember we're all made of stardust.
That the future contains all the potential our imagination, compassion and commitment to our grandchildren can conjure.
We're not done yet. Not even close.
That the future contains all the potential our imagination, compassion and commitment to our grandchildren can conjure.
We're not done yet. Not even close.