Thursday, January 27, 2011
Carla Sonheim wrote a wonderful book with easy and fun drawing exercises.
On page 64 is a delightful exercise: Modigliani Parent Portraits.
The drawing is my dad as I remember him when I was little.
Last week while visiting my DearHeart (we are in different states) we kept ourselves amused with Carla's book. The newly purchased pack of colored Shapries is what inspired my coloring.
Click HERE to see my self portrait at my other blog!
Also...my blogging/airport friend, Jean, is having a generous giveaway for her one year blogversary. Check it our HERE.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
This paper is a whopping 6 x 6 inches! :)
Recently a blog visitor asked if I viewed dots as feminine and stripes as masculine,
and was I trying to portray that in my art?
Honestly, I hadn't thought about it.
If I do, it happens subconsciously.
In this drawing it seems to be so!
In fact, if anyone has any other questions about my art or how I create, let me know!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
These two things seems to be the antidote
for when I feel fearful or when I am being a Know-It-All:
Thank you for the lovely comments & support from my blog followers,
as well as those who have just stopped by!
I appreciate it greatly!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Forgive me as my posting has been very spotty at best.
And it may continue for a wee bit longer.
For me...all is well! In fact, I am engaged!
Life comes along too.
My dad has been in and out of the hospital for the past two weeks.
Currently, he is home and mending.
But it is the tiny Glories that keep the heart soft and the soul steady.
- hearing the laughter of my daughter and her friends
- having an impromptu picnic with my mom and a walk through the park
- hearing my dad laugh in spite of tremendous physical pain
- the kind cashier that gave me two waters for $1.35 rather than the $2.00 I owed
- my dad's hug after our 4 hour stint in Urgent Care
Learning everyday new meanings of kindness.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Until it was a battle cry...
Lyrics by Regina Spektor: The Call
Another "large" creation: 5 x 7 inches.
After I made this post this morning, the window was left open and my daughter saw it.
I was served up an audible UGH! followed by an eye roll.
"Mom? Song lyrics? I hate that! People do that and they think it's so deeeeep."
I couldn't help but laugh.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
be the hug ready to give
be the love ready to serve
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My 4 year old nephew came to visit me this morning.
We walked several blocks to a coffee shop to meet my mom.
The whole way he had one of my finger puppets in his right index finger, held perfectly upright.
Be still my heart.