Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
I wanted to try my hand at animal hair again and I'm closer than I was the last time I tried.
Actually this is one of those times when I should have just left well enough alone and been grateful that I got a great photograph. Instead of the red-eye reflection, I got her golden orbs - all without re-touching. Pretty gorgeous, huh? Could you believe she was a very sick little kitten that Sweet Farmer found in the road?This is a good time to show you a little sketch I did from an interesting wine label. I believe it says "Castle of the New Cat" once translated from French.
As anyone knows who has a cat knows- su casa is gato's casa - that's Spanish for "it ain't your house - it's the cat's" -
Thursday, February 19, 2009
You see, she was afraid of snow skiing because she had a really bad experience when she was young. But this year (she turns 30) it seems as if she will let nothing stop her from conquering her goals. That look on her face says it all.
Well, my new art journal was calling my name and so was the delightful smile in this photograph.
I was pleased with this sketch. I wasn't going for an exact likeness, but I was going for the spirit of the photograph. And I feel like I captured that.
So then I wanted to make a painting. Now that was my mountain to conquer.
And frankly, I'm a little discouraged after the effort but pleased at the learning curve I attempted today. I felt this one needed to be an acrylic painting and I still don't know what I'm doing although I have several books and have been teaching myself for awhile. It needs more work but I'm tired and not sure anymore about what to do.
I put it out there even though it didn't turn out as planned in hopes that someone who knows better than I can give me suggestions.
I couldn't help but add the words.
And play with the original in flickr.
I wanted to honor my daughter's courage.
And I found some of my own in the process.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
To see the need nor pause to seek
As one all-wise in right and wrong,
Why he has proved himself so weak
Who had his moment to be strong;
To give, nor ever think to learn
What shall be given in return.
To hear a cry for aid and run
All haste from whence that summons came
To do what plainly must be done
And bother not to fix the blame;
To serve the need and never pause
To know whose fault and what the cause.
To play the friend whene'er I can
With all the power that I command,
Knowing the blow that fells a man
Is quite enough to understand;
To see him down and lift him up,
Hungry and fill his plate and cup.
-Edgar Allen Guest
Monday, February 16, 2009
"Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night" -Glade Byron Adams
I want to live electrified, connected to the Power Source of all creativity!
Friday, February 13, 2009
-quote from Nights in Rodanthe , italics mine
"....but there's another kind of love...one that gives
you the courage to be better than you are not less than you are. One that makes you feel that anything is possible. I want you to know that YOU
CAN HAVE THAT. I want you to HOLD OUT FOR IT. I want you to know that YOU DESERVE IT."
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I got a brazillian wax.
As she ripped the sticky tape off, I said, "What the f*@%, holy s@#%, ^#$@!! (Those are not cuss words. They were the unintelligible verbiage that came spewing out of my mouth along with some spastic sign language I was making with my hands and feet in the air).
I don't know why I did it. I guess I felt pressure from some woman's magazine. Like I'm the last woman left who hasn't done it or something. Or maybe it was the porn I happened upon one day, :)- and all those girls had done something interesting. And I just wanted to be more interesting.
So I ripped out virgin hair that I swear has been there since before I thought about not being one.
I told my bookclub. (well, I had to.. it was only hours later and I was cupping myself like a baseball player whose hand was super-glued to his crotch) And either wise, intelligent women don't do that kind of thing or they don't talk about it.
My husband just felt really sorry for me... and petted it like a baby bald chihuahua, and said the only thing interesting about it was why I would put myself through it in the first place.
I'm just telling you so that you won't fall for any crap. There's a reason why some things should be sheltered - they're vulnerable. OKAY. And some things should just be kept a mystery. Trust me.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I'm enjoying the practice of these little illustrations or what would you call them?? I'm not that crazy about my little people (see yesterday's post also ) but I can evolve. I think everyone has their own unique little people. Like I can draw other people's people, and I like them better, but they are not my people. If you watch little kids draw who aren't copying somebody else, they'll have a very unique people. At some point we start trying to make our people look like other people's people and we can't- so we give up. It's just a theory of mine. I see it as a fingerprint, a signature - our own little people - sounds funny, I know but it's fun to play with. Some of us just can't give up.
I'm making chap-stiks, candles, air-fresheners, and filling tea orders today, along with all my other to-dos. I wanted to paint so that's why you're getting my little people -especially this one.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
"We cannot judge ourselves by ourselves or by anyone else; there is always one
fact more in every one's life that we do not know." -Oswald Chambers
I've always truly wanted to get a total grip on this truth. But for some reason it is the easiest thing to fall into, and the hardest thing to overcome - looking at others and their circumstances and making judgments based only on my own life experiences and limited knowledge.
"It's so easy to condemn a state of things we know nothing about while we make excuses for the condition of things we ourselves live in." Oswald Chambers
I'm certain that God gives me the gift of discernment about some people and some situations not to judge them but to pray for them or to serve them. Yet, I still take this spiritual gift and use it in my own human capacity for my own self-aggrandizement - and I lose the potential for the blessing and the potential of the gift that has spiritual significance for the greater good. Does anyone else struggle with judgment and how have you overcome?
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Good-bye for now dear little friend.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sweet Farmer took me on a romantic day trip (she says coyly) to Memphis, Texas to pick up tractor hubs and tires from a John Deere dealership there. I didn't bring anything to draw so I drew him while he drove and while he was deep in concentration about his task ahead. It's one of the only times I can catch him still enough and he's sporting a new winter beard that I just had to capture. He looks older in this picture than he really is.. I think.. but I don't know, because, you see my mind sees him as older than me (he's actually 7 years younger). But he's always been older to me because he's wiser in the left-brain way. I always tell him that he needs the benefit of my thinking because he's missing his right brain mostly.
Actually, I felt really honored that he invited me because I love day trips or trips of any kind. I take my camera, sketch book, books, day-timer, Bible, and look forward to whatever adventure the day holds - plus I get to eat out! But mostly, I love it because we talk and laugh and listen to old radio talk shows like the "The Life of Riley" who actually had a wife named Peggy. He could have taken one of his farmer friends who could have actually helped him make some decisions about the stuff and helped tie the chains to the stuff instead of his right-brainer wife who takes pictures and draws and practices calligraphy all over everything... . One time I asked him if he thought it was weird that his wife took a sketchbook with her everywhere (you don't see that around here much). And you know what he said? "No... really.... (he talks real slow) ....I think it's weird that .....more people don't do it" ...
He has a way of making me feel right with myself and the whole world. Come to think of it... it was kind of a romantic trip after all.