Sunday, December 27, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I like adding a bit of metallic here and there under the layers.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Nice color combo methinks.Not sure what to think of this one....
It's got texture going for it.
There's always gesso;)
I carved a rubber stamp to get the crackle paste effect.
(can't get this silly thing to stop double spacing)
Hoping to get some homework for Misty's class done tonite,
going for a cut and color right after work-that takes a while....
ooops, did I say that out loud?!
Monday, November 16, 2009
This workshop has already exceeded my expectations. Misty is a wonderful teacher. There were 4 instructional videos ready to view first thing Saturday morning. Cup of coffee (or 2) in hand, I watched....over and over. Went into the studio and started the homework. I had the best time. The above is the first background I painted. Little touches of metallic here and there........
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
She is struggling to open. Anais Nin said, "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in abud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom". That quote always reminds me of the iris. The buds get so big they look like they are about to burst just before they open. This strong willed beauty is reaching toward the October sun and sky, she knows her time here is short. That's not stopping her from trying her hardest and making the most of the time she has.....
Sunday, October 4, 2009
This painting isn't finished either......Misty showed us two ways of working. One was to create the background first and then add the figure, the other was to paint the figure first and paint the background later. Misty works very fast. One thing that you get from a workshop that you don't get from a book....watching the artist work. Misty will dip her brushes right into the tub of paint--from one color to another. Not concerned with red getting into the yellow. I realized I'm far too anal. Dipping my palette knife into the tub so I don't contaminate it with another color....crazy. Misty uses her hands...bare hands for spreading mediums and paints on paper.
Here's a background that I was able to finish. Metallic gold shining through the layers of paint and collage. I think I'm going to paint a still life on this one. Possibly one of my beloved pears.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Recently I was able to spend 8 days with him, I wanted to be with him when he died but it wasn't to be. I was able to tell him that I was glad he was my Dad and that I loved him very much. It was so incredibly difficult to watch him wither away, day by day. The emotional tidal wave I feel is so overwhelming. I would appreciate your prayers. xo
Friday, August 14, 2009
Family and friends filled my Aunt and Uncle's house. I have never heard so many "I love yous". It was wonderful! When it was over, my Dad was worn out. He slept well.
Over the course of the week, walking has become more difficult. He fell while my Aunt and the hospice nurse were there. Yesterday he went into the nursing home. I am grateful for that, knowing that he will have 24 hour care. Watching the cancer taking over his body has been so difficult. This once hard working, strong and independent man can't shave his own face. The changes that have taken place since he was diagnosed in late January, have been monumental.
I have learned to take nothing for granted. Each day is truly a gift. Saying "I love you", means so much. This experience has been difficult, yet so rich. I am learning to spend time with my feelings, letting my emotions run their course.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Pop and I had a very sweet visit. He is more frail than the last visit I had. He is losing weight, losing control of some bodily functions, but he is of great humor. My prayer has been that he not be in pain....and he isn't. I love looking into those blue eyes. I love you Pop!! When I first got there he was looking a bit like a vagrant. He is a very independent and proud man who doesn't like to ask for help. He doesn't have the dexterity and is no longer able to shave his head or face. So, together we went outside and I shaved his head and then his face. The eyebrows were another story. Those wiry little devils were pointing every which direction reaching toward the sun.....I got the hang of trimming them by the second eyebrow ;) I asked him if I could take pictures of his tattoos. He has been embarrassed by these, so he always wore long sleeves to cover them up. He was in the Korean war, he got these tattoos back in 1949. They are faded, but oh so beautiful.
hmmmm, me thinks there's a pattern forming.....snakes and women....hmmmm.....
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Little by little, day by day, it's starting to look civilized again.
This scary patch of weeds took me 3 days to pull. Whatever those bottlebrush weeds are....they are everywhere....in the grass too. Thankfully they have shallow roots and pull out easily. There was a lovely ornamental crab apple tree here--I planted hostas under the tree and set up a birdbath made of flowerpots. It was so pretty. Then the poor tree developed a disease and had to be cut down. The hostas don't seem to like the sun. I gave them to my neighbor across the street. He has a mostly shady yard and will do much better there. His son-in-law brought over his stump grinder and removed the stump. There are two hostas left and patch of pampas grass. Paul and I are talking about putting a patio here. A nice little spot to relax in after work.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
My Aunt Karen had the family over to celebrate Father's Day. Here is my handsome Dad. I love you Pop, you mean the world to me. The cancer is spreading, he is losing weight, he just doesn't have an appetite anymore. I arranged for a meeting with a social worker and a hospice nurse. I (the big coward), told my dad that we were going to meet regarding his future health care. I was happy he was agreeable to that. I had a grim view of hospice. The nurse was amazing. He explained everything about hospice. It's so much more than I thought. She arranged for a nurse to come by his house once weekly. What a Godsend. When the nurse feels he needs more care, she'll come by more often. He can stay home as long as he is able to care for himself. When his is no longer able to do that, she arranged for a swing bed at the hospital nearby-when he needs full-time care. I am grateful, oh so very grateful.
My favorite Aunt, Karen....my Dad's little sister. She is a blast. Every Thanksgiving, she puts out a BIG feast. The next day, she and I go shopping. We usually go to Tomah-to Burnstad's European Village. It's a fun "mall" with lots of little shops. We go out for coffee, and breakfast, and lunch and.....wear ourselves out. It's the only day of the year that we get to spend alone together.
........and then there's the coming home......eek! Time to clear a walkway-don't you think? Oy, what a mess. Well, it doesn't look like that anymore. I spend 2 days picking up and putting away. Charlene invited me back up to Gallery Ten on Labor Day weekend. She's having an outdoor event, artist demonstrations, canopies filled with art...the gallery filled with art. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? So that brings me to the next thing.....I need to get busy making more copper pieces. Yikes! I have a booth to fill..........