Tuesday, October 13, 2009
#2 Quick and Easy Greeting Card
The hand painted greetings are just ideas to spark creativity. Hand made greetings are very special and its a priceless thought. Happy holiday painting.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Featured Artists - "Jan Glasses"
The PERFECT TEAM -
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!).
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!).
To see more of these Outstanding Glasses click on to http://www.jansglasses.com/
Word Art - Merry Christmas
Before you know it, Christmas will be upon us and wrapping paper will be all over the place. Christmas is my favorite holiday. So if you're starting to paint for the season and looking for word art, then I have few you just might like. The size is 8x11, but you can adjust these patterns to fit any surface you like. I encourage you to use your fonts or find free fonts to download for the up coming season. Letter paintings is fun and it develops brush control. Patterns are copyright free and permission free to use. Just click pattern, copy and paste to desktop or word doc. Happy season painting.
Featured Artist - Betty Minnick
Painting was the last thing I thought I would ever be doing. I never took art classes in school and always drew everything in stick figure style. I thought I didn’t have time to do a craft class or hobby. Then I found a class on One Stroke painting, and now I am an instructor. My biggest passion is to teach. I love to see my students’ faces after they have completed something and thought they could never do it. I will be forever grateful to Donna Dewberry for introducing the world of One Stroke® and all that she has created since.
You can contact Betty in Tucson, AZ, (520) 471-6799.
Contact mailto:bettylvstopaint@yahoo.com
You can contact Betty in Tucson, AZ, (520) 471-6799.
Contact mailto:bettylvstopaint@yahoo.com
Poem by Kathleen Durbin "Creativity"
Creativity
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
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
Poem by Kevin M. Reeves "Waltz"
Today,
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
And spilled
Unbidden but not unwelcome
Into your gardening.
From above,
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
Reached out
To draw to yourself
The children of our love.
So often
Have those same lips
Caressed my heart,
With those whispered “I love you’s,”
Like a nighttime breath
Of wind,
Warm and sweet
Among the trees of summer.
Children’s giggles
Touted “Victory!”
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,
We danced,
You and I.
Copyright Kevin M. Reeves
Issue by His Wife Kris Reeves
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
And spilled
Unbidden but not unwelcome
Into your gardening.
From above,
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
Reached out
To draw to yourself
The children of our love.
So often
Have those same lips
Caressed my heart,
With those whispered “I love you’s,”
Like a nighttime breath
Of wind,
Warm and sweet
Among the trees of summer.
Children’s giggles
Touted “Victory!”
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,
We danced,
You and I.
Copyright Kevin M. Reeves
Issue by His Wife Kris Reeves
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