Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I retired after 37 years at AT&T and my daughter is a stay at home mom with three little ones. Neither of us knew that we could paint! We just started doing this in July. "We want to be able to personalize the glasses without having to paint the words". The both of us are having a great time.
I have started to take Tole painting classes and One Stroke classes to expand my skills. My daughter won’t be able to do that until the smallest of her 3 goes off to school (4 more years!).
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You can contact Betty in Tucson, AZ, (520) 471-6799.
Sometimes, I think my creative juices simply ebb and flow with no discernible pattern at all. There are times I feel inventive and I am so creative and I produce (to me) great works of art. At least I’m personally satisfied with what I do. I have no time for housework or the mundane things of life.
I create and create with seemingly no end in sight, but one day this energetic flow dwindles and I have to start pushing myself to create. Then, at some point, I absolutely stop creating with no intense interest as before. It feels like my creativity has dried up and is in danger of blowing away on the least little breeze.
I then live in a way that only responds to outside stimulus, only reacting to events, and simply go through the daily grind of living with no interest in what tomorrow may bring. I continue to fix meals, wash the dishes and empty the litter box for the cat. I make myself find things to do, things that will make my abode look better. Argh! I’ve turned into my version of Hazel Housekeeper; a role I abhor!
But soon this facet of creativity ends and my real creative nature takes hold once again. I again find myself thinking of paintings I must paint, of works I must create, and not of organization and housework. I am jubilant once again!
I must utilize this rapturous phase to it’s utmost and try to extend it as long as possible before that creative block enters my life once again and dulls my senses. Onward! Onward!
© Kathleen Durbin 2009-09-07
From the bedroom window,
I watched you with the children,
Who, in our backyard playground
Whirled about you
Like eddies in a river;
Ceaseless chatter of nonsense things
Peppered the sunlit day
Unbidden but not unwelcome
Into your gardening.
I gazed into your mother’s world
And loved you.
Soiled at the knees,
Lemon-yellow gloves dyed
With earth encounters,
You bent over your florist’s work
To coax and trim and laugh.
Hair like April mornings
Strayed across your face
In lovely disarray;
While your voice of gentle banter
To draw to yourself
The children of our love.
Have those same lips
Caressed my heart,
With those whispered “I love you’s,”
Like a nighttime breath
Warm and sweet
Among the trees of summer.
As at last they urged you
From earth that knew your touch.
And as you succumbed to childlike play
I watched with a passion’s smile,
And though you did not know it,
You and I.
Copyright Kevin M. Reeves
Issue by His Wife Kris Reeves
I use shower curtains or liners (from the dollar store) cut into 6 to 8 pieces. When I teach at the high school enrichment program I include a piece in each "goody" bag to protect the work surface. Most of my students tell me they continue to use it at home also.
Jan Puckett's Gallery - http://www.picturetrail.com/janlyn
By Arla Albers
Use shiny magazine pages as a palette for your paints. If you find you use enough paints that it's a bit limp, use the magazine covers. Makes a free palette and clean up is just a matter of throwing it away! Everyone usually has a spare magazine lying around. Enjoy!
In 1966 I was a high school sophomore and decided I wanted to start painting, so I nailed together some 2X4s, stretched some canvas over them and nailed it to the back of the frame, primed it with gesso, and started to work painting my very first work of art with oil paint, linseed oil and turpentine! I was hooked after that and wanted to paint more and more. It wasn't until 1990 that I discovered fast drying acrylic paints and how much easier to work with it was. My husband has always encouraged me to paint the things I love and to think of myself as an artist.
I love painting and my favorite works show life under the sea in the coral reefs and on the beaches as well as waves, beaches, sea shells and sand dunes. I try to paint every day, a variety of subjects, using different mediums such as oil paints, acrylics, watercolors and pastels. I really enjoy a challenge, and learning new things.
My dream is to one day open my own art gallery or to share a co-op gallery with other artists... we could have our artwork for sale in the front with a studio in back of our area and people who come into the gallery could come into the area where we're working to watch us paint. I think that would be such a neat thing to do because people love to watch artists at work.
The story behind these paintings below is kinda funny. A couple of years ago, we were having some work done in our yard. They had torn out some railroad ties that had rotted and were in the construction process of building a stone retaining wall to replace the old one. I had to go to the store in the middle of the night, pitch dark as they had disconnected the landscaping lights and I could not see anything. I walked out to the car and stepped down on the stair but it wasn't there. They had torn the whole staircase out and I fell 5 ft. into a huge hole and onto the driveway. I sprained my ankle very badly and laid there for a while before someone heard my cries for help. A week later, my husband, daughter, and her friend and I drove down to Destin Beach, Florida for a week long vacation at the beach. Of course I couldn't walk and was wearing a big black boot and on crutches so I couldn't get down to the water. My daughter and her friend would carry me down the long stairs in a makeshift sling, get me situated on a blanket and I sat there and painted my beloved ocean, sky and beach. It was gorgeous because the clouds filling the sky were the aftermath of a hurricane down in Mexico. I was able to get in the pool and float around after we would go back to the house, but couldn't get into the surf as I longed to do. When we got home I was so disappointed that I couldn't get in the water and I missed my ocean so much that I painted three big waves and hung them on my bedroom walls so that the last thing I see at night is those waves and I dream of surfing, snorkeling and diving into the waves when I go to sleep!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
My granddaughter was talking to me about how the dorsal fins of whales in captivity droop or collapse. I did a little research and found out that most whales taken from the wild have the dorsal fin collapsed. ALL whales born in captivity have the collapsed fin. Only one percent have the collapse in the wild. Continuing with our conversation about this, my theory was... I, being a land creature who loves being in the ocean, swimming, snorkeling and BEING FREE, find it challenging when I cannot get down to the beach on a regular basis.
Ocean living creatures like whales, dolphins and other sea animals, having free reign of the ocean (since that is their habitat) after having been captured and put in the equivalent of a bathtub, are probably quite depressed. You know they mate for life and travel in families called pods. They're taken away from their mates, their children and the rest of their families, forced to live the rest of their lives in the confines of the "arena" where they are forced to entertain huge crowds of people. Never to swim freely in the huge expanse of ocean again. Their every act under the watchful eye of others. There are countless others that are killed for various products that are harvested from their bodies.
I began working on a series of paintings depicting the destruction that man has brought to our oceans, the coral reefs, fish, whales, dolphins and the whole system. I finished the first one titled, Approaching Storm. The ominous hurricane wall gives the impression that it is all about the natural storm's destructiveness, but this is just the beginning of the story. In the distance you can see the oil rig and tanker approaching the teaming life in the foreground. Compared with the destructiveness of the storm, mankind is like a growing cancer to the sea and all the life therein. Hurricanes may slice away beaches when they're big enough, but eventually everything gets rebuilt, naturally. Reefs are spread to other parts of the ocean and multiplied. Things get re-arranged and washed ashore. The picture is misleading at first, but as I tell the story through the rest of the paintings, the message will be clear.
"God shed his grace on thee,and crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea."
This is my painting, Approaching Storm.
by Patti Williams