Wednesday, December 31, 2008
You learn something every time you paint. Sometimes you learn that your'e not the hot stuff you think you are!
Friday, December 26, 2008
This beautiful poem was published in the VictoriaTimes Colonist last Christmas season. I tried to track down the author but had no luck. It makes me feel such a sense of place. Although it appears to have been written about Vancouver Island, I feel the same way as I walk through the Columbia Valley winter landscape.
Clock of the Wind
I follow the path to the winter stream,
past the confetti of huckleberry leaves
to pick maple leaves caught in the sword ferns,
to keep the David Austin roses warm.
It's nearly Solstice.
I follow the water's sound,
the tree branch sound,
listen to the clock of the wind
winding through the hemlocks.
I'm bound to this place
like the small dark birds
I can't name
who have found their home
in the crowned branches of the salmonberries.
I listen for their heatbeats. Their wingbeats.
And these dark days,
when the sun stands still,
I want to hang broken mirrors, small clocks
and castanets from the apple trees.
Bring back the light.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
And check out all the portraits at different strokes from different folks.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
This is my attempt. Please check out the others. And look for yours truly!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Goddess, you create day and night,
Rolling away light before darkness,
Darkness before light,
Thank you for the darkness,
Without it we could not appreciate the light.
By the darkness we can measure blessing-
Health by sickness,
Laughter by tears,
Riches by poverty,
Freedom by oppression.
In memory of ancient light after darkness, let us light a candle.
A candle is small,
Nor far from where it brightly flames the darkness closes in.
But candles light other candles,
And light draws strength from light.
Each night of life let us add candles;
The candle of hope.
The candle of faith.
The candle of brave deeds.
The candle of freedom.
Thank you for the darkness.
Thank you for the light.
a thank you to the author of this prayer.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Faye Phillips tagged me!
(Bad Faye, bad artist).
I have been dithering ever since about what to put down, harassing people to help me think about what is unusual about me... So here goes:
Five unusual things about me:
I love the smell of crude oil, it’s so chunky, oily, rich that I want to eat it. I grew up in the oilfields, my Dad worked for Pure Oil company.
I was a mail-order bride (sort-of). I married a man I met through the “Mother Earth News”.
I do everything with my right hand except use scissors.
I have a Crazy Ravens hat that I have worn to art openings.
The area I grew up in is famous for its’ white squirrels.
I would recommend people to view the following blogs:
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
Holly and ivy both grow in abundance in Victoria. I wish I could have brought a bushel of beautiful holly home.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
I am off to Victoria B.C. tomorrow to visit my eldest daughter. I hope to take lots of photographs for painting later. I also have several competitions, etc. to prepare for. January will start me off busily! I hope 2009 is a very good year.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
One of my aims this winter is to concentrate on composition. I keep falling prey to subject matter without thinking out the design really well. This is how painting wraps around you like a boa constrictor. It's quite merciless really.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I have company arriving, my brother and sister-in-law. That means I need to do some housecleaning...ugh. We will be celebrating American Thanksgiving. I have lived in the north 30 years now and Thanksgiving in October still feels, wrong, wrong, wrong!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Two, Nancy has taken workshops with all my fav's, people I want to take workshops with...Robert Burridge, Stephen Quiller and Carla O'Connor.
Three she has all kinds of good links. Oh heck, it's just a good blog.
Here is my attempt at Burridge-like freestyle painting
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I like the fact that the painting based on my brother is peeking over my shoulder.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Jinx was overseeing my typing and bugging me, so he gets to be on todays blog too.
One hour later:
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
When we were driving in the southwest this spring we saw this big campaign poster for one of the delegates there. Of course, we had to stop and take a picture. I especially like the fellow's eye just over Bruce's shoulder.
I look forward to pestering him about dog control, unsightly vehicles (we have collectors in town), green alternatives bylaws ( I hope to visit the forward thinking Okotoks, Alberta and bring back ideas for consideration) and Smartgrowth (sustainable) development.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Charles Cox, grandfather, WW1
Paul Cravens, father, WW2
Michael Cravens, brother, Vietnam War
Ray Woodbury, stepson, Canadian Peacekeeper, Bosnia
Ben Woodbury, stepson, Civilian support, Afghanistan
Thanks for serving and thanks for surviving.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I had to go back and revisit this painting. It just wasn't working in the original colors. Green just never seems sucessful for me. I'm still not sure that it works that well as a painting. There are two lessons here. One, don't get rapped up in your resource photo. It is just there to get you started. Two, watch out for emotional attachments. I love this painting because it is a silly moment in the lives of my daughters more so than it is a good painting. But, I can live with that!
Friday, November 7, 2008
I was struggling with painter's block. I hadn't painted for a month and I was having a terrible time overcoming the inertia and all the little screaming demons in my head that tell me there is no use in painting. I forced myself to just sit down, ignore the little voices and paint. Today, I feel better.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
I decided to try a text on texture painting just to get the brush moving and because I actually like these paintings. I chose to incorporate the names of the nine muses. I was shocked to discover that all the muses control written arts or music.... there is no muse for visual art! I'm not sure this is finished yet so I will just hang it for inspiration.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Listening to his acceptance speech last night reminded me of the hope and eagerness of the Kennedy era.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
I'm struggling with finding show and galleries to show my work, deciphering submission forms, collecting marketing information and attending little government get togethers to promote the arts. There is so much more to art than just making the artwork. Does anyone have any stories they care to share regarding this topic?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My wonderful daughter Haley came down from the great white north to spend some time with me and soak up some sunshine. We had a great time on our trip to Idaho and Banff. Now we are going to go hike the Hoodoos. I find old trucks everywhere!
Monday, September 22, 2008
We went to the International Draft horse and mule show in Sandpoint Idaho on Friday. The dapple grey mules are just the prettiest things! Now I want a mule to ride around the village. The driving skills of some of the teamsters is quite phenomenal
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Boogers! I messed up the date yesterday. Just imagine if I had people all over the place swaggering and talking like a pirate on the wrong day! Shiver me timbers!! In 2006, Pynelogs invited all pirates to attend the September art reception. That was my pirate garb.